It has been snowing for half my life and has not melted yet.
People love snow. The arrival of snow has changed the monotony, dullness and boringness of winter. The world has become fresh and lively, with more romance and joy.
Perhaps because I was born in the twelfth lunar month of winter, I particularly like snow. I often say: There is no winter without snow, and there is no poetry to be ashamed of the snow.
Thirty years ago, in the twelfth lunar month, in a classroom in a newly built teaching building of a township junior high school, I sat on a stool and watched dozens of older children wearing various colors of cotton-padded clothes doing their final exam papers. The world is silent and the sky is gloomy. Bored, I lit up a cigarette and started smoking—smoking was not strictly prohibited at that time, and no students would report it. He took off half of it, turned his head, and saw snowflakes falling outside. As if by mistake, a sentence popped up in my mind: The sky is a big round cigarette butt. So there was a little poem titled "Snow".
At that time, I had just turned 21 a few days ago (or maybe not).
Thirty years later, one evening near the twelfth lunar month, I was walking on the vast campus of County No. 1 Middle School. The sun sets and the world is peaceful. A wild magpie suddenly flew up from the bare tree branches. Several students walked by chatting and laughing. On the roadside and next to the flower beds, the snow that has not yet melted is spread out in a messy mess. As if by chance, a sentence popped up in my mind: Countless pieces of white, shattered all over the floor. Hence the song "Twilight after Snow".
At this time, I was only a few days away from turning 51, and I had not smoked for 11 and a half years.
About four or five miles southwest of the campus of County No. 1 Middle School is the township junior high school that used to be there - it has long been abandoned and overgrown with hazel bushes.
Life turns out to be a circle. But there is always a gap for invisible ghosts and gods to come and go.
In the past 30 years, from youth to old age, it has been snowing for half my life, but it has never melted. It is condensed below, in the poems with mixed styles, staggered lengths and rough rhymes.
The world is vast, but a drop in the ocean. These little bits and pieces of joy and sorrow are really insignificant. However, it is not only my own treasure, but there is also the beating of a heart in these lines of text. Perhaps, there will be one or two sentences or one or two songs that will suddenly reunite you with someone from your past.
is the order. January 24, 2022, the 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month in the ancient calendar, in the office of the Laobei Building of No. 1 Middle School.
1. Snow
The sky is a big round cigarette butt
Outside the universe
There is a giant smoking it
>Keep falling
White soot
So
the sky and the earth are filled with a landscape
Burning
Yet gentle
About January 1992
2. Looking forward to snow
The winter of 1995 was a typical warm winter, from the beginning of winter to New Year's Day No rain or snow was seen. The weather was dry and colds were prevalent. I lost my bicycle on the second day of New Year's Day, and I deeply felt that there are viruses not only in the air, but also in society and human nature: so I wrote this poem.
The deep winter without snow
There is no cloudy north wind
The cold becomes tacky
The sunshine becomes mediocre
The seasons are disguised as spring
Deceiving me into a peaceful mood
The trees are naked and cracked
The roots are sleeping forever
Why is today like yesterday?
Why is the same every month?
Why is it always reincarnated?
Why is it always expected?
Let it snow——
I call for nourishment
I pray for a kind of spirituality
To dance in the universe< /p>
Purify the creatures in this world!
1996.1.3
3. Snow falls on New Year’s Eve
Snowflakes
Falling from such a distant place
The boundless New Year’s Eve
Thousands of households
Light up the lights and set off firecrackers
Welcome her
The elderly and children
both become young in their dreams
And the young people
have been chasing her figure
Toward the spring Fly away
2004 New Year's Eve at midnight
4. Snowy night to snow
You have been floating like this since ancient times
Hazey The sky indulges your dance
Winter without you is so boring
The world without you is boring
Finally, you are here
Let countless expectations smile
Let all mediocrity suddenly escape
The wind is hiding at this time because you are the protagonist
The singing is not singing at this time because You are hugging
Every wilderness looks up and whispers
Every house prays gently and silently
Countless eyes are as quiet as water
Countless warmth Swaying gently like dream grass
Looking at the horizon from afar, a flood of thoughts surges up
The trembling lines of poetry burn silently towards you
When the lights go out, darkness envelopes you
The soul has flapped its wings
Facing the dawn of the universe
2005.12.30 (Friday) night, light snow
5. Ode to Snow (poem written by both teachers and students)
Posted by: Liu Hongliang
Student: Bu Suanzi
Flowers are dancing in the North Country, and all the flowers are showing off.
The fluttering feathers are as quiet as a feather, only the clearness enters the sleeves.
When dawn comes and the ground is covered with flowers, who are you talking to?
The red makeup is all enchanting, and the country is like a painting.
Teacher:
The water soul crystal condenses in the cold, dancing lightly and gracefully down to the world.
The world is rough and dirty, how can one maintain a clean complexion?
About 2007.1
6. Snowflakes
Winter snowflakes
Floating and falling
The sunny day melts into Water
The coming of spring moistens the green buds
The snowflakes of the years
fall to my temples
On sunny days, condensation appears
It's so windy and rainy
2009.11.12. Morning
7. Snowflake's Confessions
I came from the sky
Emerging from the dark clouds
Gently
Gently and gently
Falling down
If there is wind, I will dance
Surrounded by white blossoms
I am more leisurely without wind
I don’t understand what time is
Don’t think about where I am going to end up
p>
Gently
Gently and gently
Falling to your side
I know the silence of heaven
I bring quietness down
Whether you accept it or not
I am not happy
I am not sad either
2009.11.18 Evening
8. Rain and Snow Lantern Festival
The falling rain and snow confused the distant sky, and the thunder of Yin Yin shocked the snake dragon.
The gongs and drums of thousands of villages were silent for a while, and the lights of thousands of houses gradually brightened.
Who is in a drunken dream, but where can I find a red plum blossom?
I still know that Mr. Dong has a strong foot, so why should he be afraid of mountains weighing tens of millions?
2010.2.28 (the 15th day of the first lunar month) night
9. Sand
Sand
God dropped the first snowflake< /p>
Rustling
The wind picked off the last leaf
Rustling
The girl took light steps
Shashashashasha
In the dream you smiled and said nothing
Shashashashashasha
2011.11.30 16:51
10. Reduced Words Magnolia
——Memory of the snow and power outage on the evening of December 13th
The sky was low and the clouds were dark, and snow fell in the courtyard one after another.
One night without lights, there was singing in the west section of the second floor.
How deep is the laughter and friendship?
Teachers and students are happy and waiting for the spring tide to come.
2012.12.14 Friday night
11. You said you like snow
——To all those who love snow
< p> You said you didn’t like winterYou didn’t like the darkness
The bursts of cold
You said you liked snow
I like those patches of silvery white
Those blossoming crystals
You said you like walking in the snow
Countless elves flying around you
You said you like to see your own footprints
One by one they are buried in the snow
One by one they are born in the snow
You say you like to see your own footprints in the snow Writing on the snow
Write a mysterious name
You said only snowflakes can understand it
Only snowflakes will accompany you in your pursuit
That pair Shining eyes
You said you started to like winter
You want to collect a piece of snow
You want to have a sweet dream
< p> You said that when you wake up from the dreamyou can see the green trees
and bathe in the warm wind
2012.12.20 Thursday, 23:30
12. He Yuhua
Original poem
Who am I, Gu Ying pitying myself? The fate of the world is ruined by misfortune.
The scenery in the ice and snow north is beautiful, but where can I enjoy the plum blossoms?
Published on January 21, 2013, 18:27
Poems
Don’t ask me who I am when I enter the world, for the right fruit has become a clarion call.
Look ahead to the bright future, but keep the plum blossom in your heart.
2013.1.21, 18:44
13.2013 New Year’s Eve
Dragons soared in the sky, and snakes danced across the sky.
Firecrackers shook in urban and rural areas, and the fields were covered with snow.
Cups and plates talk about family and country, vertical and horizontal talks about the rise and fall.
Wait for the strong east wind to blow the flowers into bloom.
2013.2.9 (the 29th of the twelfth lunar month)
14. Ode to the snow on April 19th
——He Yuhua and Jianmin
Nothing in the world can compare to the God of Spring,
The red and green flowers are fragrant and fragrant.
The flying snow in the sky wakes people from drunken dreams,
The spring scenery moves people but also warns them.
2013.4.24, Wednesday, 19:35
Attached:
Yuhua Poetry
The snow is falling and the spring is cold, < /p>
For whom does the sky tie white flowers?
Is Ya’an uneasy?
Both the Yin and Yang realms have lost their homes!
2013.4.22, 08:50
Jianmin Poems
The lonely east wind annoys the green flowers,
blows away the remaining red powder. End of the world.
The Qing Emperor only pities the old spring spirit,
Nine layers of flying snow worship the peach blossoms.
2013.4.24, 12:30
15. Wait for snow
1
There is a lot of snow in North America, and the water in England is surging.
The scorching sun scorches Brazil, and the warm winter covers Shunyao.
The haze is heavy in the morning, and the flowers are dreaming of floating in the night.
The people have been coughing for a long time, and the tiger hunting momentum is high.
***Hope that the clouds will thicken and the epidemic will disappear at the same time.
Watch the Jade Dragon Dance with a smile, and drink with joy.
2014.1.6, Monday evening
1 is by He Yuhua. The original poem is as follows:
Once the wind and snow locked the south of the Yangtze River, and then the ground Shocked Wenchuan.
It was still warm in the lunar month of December, and it was a severe winter without feeling cold. (After hearing this, my son keenly pointed out: This is a poem copied by Wang Bo! - He has not yet learned it, but he has read "The Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" and has an impression of "the time is September, and the preface is Sanqiu".)
< p> Read roughly the Theory of Cosmic Coordination and have a brief understanding of the chapter on the induction of heaven and earth.The mood fluctuates and the heart is anxious, and I am afraid that disaster will happen next year.
(Say to my son: This guy doesn’t expect good things! Haha)
2
When winter comes, you wait for a snowfall
But every snowfall Falling into a distant place
Dancing in the birch forest of Xing'an Mountains
Looking up at the sun on Mount Everest
Whistling on the highway in America
Blinking in TV news
Thousands of styles in Baidu pictures
And beside you
The sun is like a nagging old woman
< p> The heating is tepidThe birds sing the same love songs
The mobile phone consumes the battery
You cough in the sleepless night
< p> I finished writing this poem with difficulty2014.1.8, Laba, Wednesday, evening
16. Huanxisha
The sun is warm in the deep winter and the Indian summer ,
Thick mist and haze dominate the morning and dusk.
Where can I find the love of clouds and snow?
The jade chips are flying and the breeze is drunk,
The rose veins are darkly fragrant.
Looking back at this moment, it is both illusion and reality.
2014.1.19 (December 19th), morning
17. Brother He Jianmin
Original poem:
Ice disappears and water surges When spring comes and autumn comes, drink wine by the window or on the roof of the old building.
The cold clouds in the desert half obscure the moon, and the smoke from the cooking pot curls up a few times.
In a troubled world with flying snow and powder all over the sky, a century-long dream lies in the clear stream.
Let’s sweep away the haze in the sky today, and enjoy the ancient plow hills with you!
Reply:
It’s been a joyful night of spring snow, and today I’m reading good poetry.
Poetry and snow complement each other, how many people in the world are crazy? !
2014.2.6, Thursday
18. Light snow
Light snow
Light wind
Sighs
White fireflies
Where is spring
You can’t see the shadow
I can’t find the trace
Falling asleep for now
There is you and me
There is also a colorful rainbow
2014.2.19
19. Youth Travel·New Year’s Wine
The shadow of the village wine tycoon is shaking,
The snow is falling on the way back.
Childhood playmate,
Old friend beside me,
Xuxu’s excitement is hard to fade away.
This year’s reunion will be even more mellow,
It’s late at night after I’ve sobered up.
The frost invades the temples,
The rain hits the heart,
There is no more youthful pride.
2015.2.22 (the fourth day of the first lunar month) night
20. The first snow in winter in Yiwei
I love the snow and hate the wind,
Where can I find the fragrance of a plum blossom?
The bare branches and dead leaves cannot cover you up.
You have to stay in bed to find the wonderful scenery.
2015.11.26
21. The story of snow and others
The story of snow is always burning
And it only belongs to winter
Told it in the dim countryside
Told it in the city square
Told it at sea
The shark was in love then< /p>
Speaking at the equator
We are all old
The fire in the snow is still burning
There are many stories about rain.
But there were faint tears
The bubbles of the past bloomed and burst
The impatient thunder roars repeatedly
When lightning strikes When everything ends
There are still birds flying in the sky
And we are all at home
Listening to the whispers of the plants outside the window
In the dream Colorful fallen heroes
The story of fog is the most boring
Nothing more than getting lost
Or going astray
The street lamp is old and dim
The trees staggered
We met another self
When the sun revealed the mystery
The world was still the same
The house was full Wet laughter
As for the story of haze
Let’s tell it a few years later
Lighting fallen leaves on a snowy day
In Pour fine wine on a rainy day
Or draw the curtains on a foggy day
It’s better to do it on a sunny day
Let’s talk about the absurdity of that year
p>
Let the innocent children and the stars open their eyes in surprise
2015.12.24 night, Christmas Eve, haze
22. Qingpingle
At the end of the year,
the flying snow invades the temples.
How much hatred is there in this life,
I asked questions late at night.
Dawn comes and a new sky appears outside the window,
Look at the world indifferently like smoke.
Go as you please,
The spring breeze is filled with peaches and plums without words.
2016.1.3
23. A cut of plum blossoms
Even though the snow has passed, the sky is clear and I still don’t feel the cold.
Rolling bead curtains,
Let the passing years pass by.
I want to put my elegant thoughts into the strings of a song,
I have been meditating for a long time,
How can I play it?
How much leisure is there in the floating life.
The waist fiber has been damaged,
I still care about myself.
Hate is like silkworms tied for a long time.
Draw the knife to cut off the water,
It is still at the tip of the eyebrow.
2016.1.7, 15:23 pm
24. Linjiang Fairy
When the wind blows and the snow falls,
Sit down and have a cup of tea.
Looking at the cold forest from a distance, the dusk crows return.
There are many reeds and grasses beside the pond.
Where are the plum blossoms?
There are so many fogs in my life,
I always cherish a touch of residual clouds.
Who recalls the past with Jinse?
In the dream, the mountains are far away,
The cold moon is slanting on the branches.
2016.1.17
25. What the snow floats is memory
Snow
What floats is memory
< p> What falls is missingMemory
So long
Missing
So warm
Every flower Snowflakes
All have a wish for spring
The vast white snow
covers all the sadness in the world
When the sun rises
When spring comes
Dissolve together
Deep in the soul
2016.1.22
26. Night of the 15th of Yiweila< /p>
In the cold winter, there is a bright moon and a few stars.
The cold forest is like washing, staring at it, and listening to the music like singing.
Who is drunk in the feasting and feasting? The fog dispersed and the clouds flew away, and I walked alone.
In the dream, there are vague words from old friends, and the hope of meeting is worthy of the spring breeze.
January 24, 2016, the 15th night of the twelfth lunar month
27. First snow
The little child bride
Slid by quietly last night
p>
The edge of a dream
Vaguely tearful eyes
A white flower on the temples
In the howling wind
Dispersed quickly
2016.11.22
28. Jingsi (with Yi Xianzhai friends)
The cold windows are weeping and the dew is a little cool, and the trees are barren and the grass is barren.
It’s hard to see that the sky is blue every day, and it’s hard to endure the haze and fog night after night.
When will the green mountains and green waters be known, who will be beside the purple swallows and orioles?
I think of the snow reflecting the moon in the sky, and the wintersweet smells particularly fragrant in my dream.
2017.1.17
29. Spring Snow
How miserable it is to come from afar, staggering in the long wind.
The clouds are whispering, and the sky is whispering.
Xinlei glanced timidly, while Laogen silently counted the updates.
After a long glass of wine, the city is full of flowers.
2017.2.21
30. Mother’s Snow
When I had gray hair
My mother had gray hair long ago
Today, my white hair
is an autumn reed
Morning and evening, resisting the autumn wind of fate
Mother's white hair
is like snowflakes of time
falling, condensing, and gathering into a snow mountain
No matter close or far away
Everything will be settled into tranquility and warmth
Yes, from childhood to adulthood, the snow has always been warm
She made cotton-padded jackets, cotton trousers and cotton shoes with one stitch and one stitch.
Let me run wildly through winters
Let my soul be quietly quenched on snowy nights
Although there have been countless cold attacks, Passing by
But mother, I am not frozen after all
Just because every time I see you
I see your warm eyes
I will melt, little by little
2017.5.13, Saturday night before Mother’s Day
31. Silence
—— Remembering the first snowfall in winter of 2017, and mourning Mr. Yu Guangzhong
I said the silence of the sky is blue
You said the dark clouds have hurried over the hillside
I say the silence at night is black
You say the eyes of the stars have shone with light waves
I say the silence in winter is gray
You say snowflakes I have begun to speak softly
I said the silence of nostalgia is colorless, like the glass of wine in front of me
You said that the poet died, heaven
has A long elegy came
2017.12.14, Thursday night
32. Snow-poor Syndrome (the title of the poem comes from Shaanxi poet Peninsula Xue Zhiyu)
The sky suffers from snow deficiency
Under the scan of the sun, it is trembling blue
The distant mountains suffer from snow deficiency
The withered and yellow vegetation, The skirt of the wind
People suffer from snow-poor syndrome
Take the pills of poetry and shrink into capsules
I also suffer from snow-poor syndrome
Silent, waiting to turn green in spring
2018.1.24, Wednesday
33. Scenery in the snow
Taking advantage of the night
Those elves who died young
Came quietly
Sprinkled one after another
Trivial, sad and beautiful
The past returns to the world
The wheels are cautious
The steps are gentle
The words written by lovers are extremely pure
In the dark
p>Those who fall on my eyelashes to cry
Come and melt with my heart
Those who fall on my body
Come with me Let's go
Let's find the warmest home together
The night of January 27, 2018
34. Songs from the Thirteenth Month of the twelfth lunar month
The cold branches slant horizontally and make noises of dusk crows,
The half-circle of the cold moon reflects the lingering clouds.
It was ice and snow all the way,
The bright window of the building is my home.
The days of black and white disappear one after another,
How much can you do with a false reputation and little profit?
Half a lifetime has passed and I am too lazy to look back.
A dream rises and falls with the passing waves.
2018.1.29, Monday night
35. Untitled
Walking in the cold wind,
The spring snow is falling randomly.
Looking back at the end of my eyes,
there is a touch of carmine.
2018.2.20, the fifth day of the first lunar month
36. Snow comes
High and thick
The dark city wall stands In the sky
Birds can't fly over
Wind can't get over
Suddenly, the city wall slowly moved
Countless paratroopers Jump down
People looking up
Moist eyes
2018.12.20 Thursday 16:57
37. A snowflake fell On the Yellow River
A piece of snow
A very, very small snowflake
Escape from the gloomy face of the dark clouds
With the relaxation and joy of the festival Joy
Gently
Falling onto the Yellow River
Thick Yellow River water
My body temperature dropped a little
My heart trembled
Oh, spring
It’s coming
2019.2.21 Thursday afternoon, the seventeenth day of the first lunar month
38 .The snow in the distance
What is falling now is dust, musical notes, or words someone said
But it is not snow. Snow is in the distance
On the horizon, a cloud is holding the hand of the wind
Beyond the horizon, a lake is spreading its wings
Yes , the snow in the distance has set off
She will linger in our memory for a long time
Will fall on the edge of a dream
At that time, the whole sky The swirling ones
are all flowers of resurrection
2019.11.27 20:08 pm
39. Yi Xue
The first white flower , when he broke away from the haze and went to the human world
No one saw him.
Who was ever surprised when thousands of white flowers covered the ancient road and melted into the rivers and seas?
Throw it from the child's hand, joy
Hit another child accurately
In whose hands, become a person who cannot walk
Sitting mute on the roadside, spending your whole life lonely?
Who else will be like me
Seeing in the blossoming white
the encounter with pear blossoms and the separation from reeds?
In the dark, when your throat cannot bear the hunger and thirst
Just grab a handful and put it into your mouth
It is full of salty taste
2019.12.4 Wednesday night at 23:03
40. In the snow
White flying in the sky
The vast white land is so clean
An ant that cannot freeze to death
Moving, that cannot be changed
Black
Tuesday, January 7, 2020 (the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month) Noon, wind and snow
41. The snow of the future
When they fall gently and slowly from the sky
We will also rise gently and slowly< /p>
Meeting in the sky, each other can find the eyes in their dreams
Hug, hold hands, fly to another star
The language of poetry is prevalent there
As soon as the dance moves, the flowers bloom and the music sounds
They and them are us
We are them
Name, place of origin, Identity... no need to mark
For this reason, let us continue to be patient and practice flying
Look, their preparations are gradually completed
2021.10.21 Thursday morning 7 ：13
42. Thunder in the Snow
A cup of tea, a pot of wine, and a long letter
All calm down at this time:
p>The snow is covered with wind and has rushed in front of me
Returning to the original tree, there is still a deep connection
On the branches, the white snow accumulates thicker and thicker.
Countless past events are swirling
Just like the sudden thunder in midsummer
The bird in the nest looks at the sky and the road to the world
The echoes are long, in a pair of dark eyes
Circle and circle again
2021.11.7 Sunday is the beginning of winter, and thunder is heard twice in the heavy snow in the morning
43. Moment · Poetry
A snow has lurked in the forest
The leaves are still hanging on the branches, still the same
You don’t know
They don’t know each other
Which piece and when will it begin to wither?
A crescent moon suddenly lights up with a clear light
As I walk, Half a lifetime, one day's rush
Slowly settling in the body
Keep up, the same pace as always
The fog in the distance pulls the adult wall
Several faces were as erratic as snowflakes
A crescent moon suddenly shined, opening up the dilemma
2021.11.09 Tuesday night
44. Heavy Snow Daily News The United States Diplomatically Boycotts the Winter Olympics
Winter is coming, thunder is shaking, and goose feathers are dancing on the tree branches.
It’s a sunny day with good rays of light, but no flying flowers can be seen.
The world is constantly changing, and the mountains of China are standing firm.
In the coming year, the tiger Yin roars in spring, and he will surely return to me with all his majesty.
2021.12.7 17:46
45. Dusk after snow
A certain dawn will end with boundless silence
and hustle and bustle of light
Waiting patiently for this dusk
At this time, the flying day has fallen under my feet
I have tightened my collar more than once
An arc in the body
Wandering, winding, and retracing
In the chaotic sunshine
The red girl ran over with a smile
The bubble of time, bright lips
Looking up, the air is filled with the indifference of blue eyes
The silence on the branches suddenly flies up
North wind Playing with daggers, wandering
Countless whites, shattered on the ground
2021.12.24 Friday 16:50 pm