The Grove in the Urban Area is turning green. My grove
Ants and flying insects in the grove
These humble lives come with spring
Under the soil, I hear the sound of earthworms crawling
Knock down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads
On the grass in the grove, I see a group of goats < Baa bleating
shaking my youth and soul
A black goat came to me leisurely
With tears of happiness on his face
2. Pushing open the door of spring
Hearing birds chirping
In the city, There are a few primroses
they are afraid to go into the city
they only cheer and jump outside the school
they are as simple as farmers in the country
they make me feel close
they are my friends
and they seem to be relatives I met by chance
they are looking for unknown bugs
they make friendly sounds to their companions
outside the school, I fell in love with the sound of birds
In the contention of birds
I pushed open the door of spring
3,
This spring, my heart is in a mess
I think of some tombstones
I think of my childhood
This spring, my heart is in a mess
Spring poems have been filled with spring poems
My dedication poems are spring grass leaves and crowns
What else can I do in this spring
Rain Through My Chest
A sound
drips from a very high place
like a long-haired girl's shawl and a black waterfall
Hold the time tightly
So I became
a dizzy elf in the boundless rain curtain
I couldn't tell who it was
. P > the accumulated strength seeped into my broad chest from the
unadorned clouds
, so my chest was choppy
causing ripples
patting the emotional shore reef
breathing wave after wave
interacting with a drop of rain
A drop of rain was thus uncovered. The earth
washes everything
and a ray of sunshine
flies through the dark road of time
reaches my clear sky
5,
Looking at a Snow in Spring
Get on the train for spring
With a sharp sword of the season
Scrape the restless bud
Let the little hand that has been frozen for a winter
stretch out
Hold the hunting flag
and chase
one in spring.
Snowflakes flow in six directions
Sending wet messages
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow
It's a sudden
late spring cold
Hold on to everyone's love
Look up at the sky
Contact between heaven and earth
.
Stepping into the Threshold of Spring
The last snow
and the treetops outside the window
Looking at the horizon
The branches droop and sigh
The mist sprayed
Drops into the yearning for spring
A bud quietly arching out of the frozen soil
Tapping on the door of the earth
That sparrow strolling freely. Zheng
drives the boat in the season
lyrically
arrives at the territory in spring
The road is still muddy
Occasionally pedestrians
turn up their collars
shut out the cold
and the door in spring
is sunny
Seven,
Go for an outing
Meet with a kite on the weekend
Go to the hilltop in the suburbs
Let your son fly
Hug the joy of a winter
A floating leaf
seesaw
Come with your son
My wife lies down
Embrace her intimately. Son
The homework in his schoolbag
Help him sweep away
Eight,
Lenovo
An old buffalo
gnawed at the lawn covered with wild flowers
and then
"moo" like a shepherd boy
a cow raised its hoof and sprayed beads
to wake up Chunchun's ears from the river
Next to it were young crops
and fields. Mumbling
pushes
the pace of the season
An empty philosopher holding hands
makes various gestures
turns over the warm colors in the land
throws cool classical figures
obliquely into the mud waves
and urges them <
Who Hunted the Feathers of Spring
The last feather gathering season
After experiencing the abundant vitality, I
hid in the heavy twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
An elegant serenade
lived against the wind
gently licked the sails sailing in the sea of seasons
. > Turn your back on the hope
The once romantic passion
Quietly swims a drop of clear tears and wet
in the space where the clouds are steaming in the spring
Yuan Ye
sees the dying light
bathes
in the grinding of clouds
that piece of beautiful feathers.
who
hunts off the feathers of spring
but can't find the soaring sky
gathers feathers on the branches of feelings
ten,
Waiting for the Sunshine
I think
on a spring afternoon
maybe there are many things
that will be bored
leaning on the windowsill
looking at the clouds in the distance
crowded downstairs
pedestrians coming and going in a hurry
They all look serious
witnessing others. > holding a pigeon whistle
gliding unscrupulously between the kite and the breeze
casting a vigorous shadow
moving
only choosing irregular strokes
traces of thinking
setting up pigeons
leading to
distant bridges with open feathers
. Embrace
24-2-2
Weekend
Car
Tired from Noisy
to Target
Boiling Yuan Ye
Silence
In the spring full of rape blossoms
A swarm of bees < P > Dancing in the wind
Stretching
Breathing out the depression in the chest
Placing ease and comfort
On the way
Outside the window
A red apricot
Naughtily
along the drawn curtain
Breaking through the wall
Strong fragrance
.