In a snowy today, the theacher asked us to create a poem about snow.

Oh yeah, the first “Dead Poets Society” had a first action!

Snowman⌗

Snowflake following like down

The world became pure

He stands there with white

Lonely but heavy

Look thourgh the children who are playing

Black been put by some

No one knows, in his body

There is a heart are beating

Dynamical, stongly and hotly