Appreciation of light snow in the solar terms of June 24 in the Arctic

Withered branches in autumn,

Only phoenix sings sand.

I don't know anyone,

Watching cold flowers alone in winter

Arctic Zhu Jun

This is the appreciation of North Pole Jun Xiaoxue.

Autumn has passed and winter has come. Leaves fall and branches wither.

A phoenix is crying and waiting, and its tears turn into light snow.

Leng Yue, I know. Do they still know me? How time flies! Another year.

Time passed, and I watched the falling snowflakes alone in the cold wind.

The metrical poems of Arctic gentlemen are hard to understand. Fortunately, it snowed a little today.