The sky is a touch of cold ash,

A little dark;

A cool breeze hits,

All things frost first.

The snow is messy with the wind,

Meandering and circling,

Goose feathers fluttering.

Overlooking

April falls white spots,

It will eventually nourish the world.

"Poetry Collection" April Flying Snow is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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