Love poems in early spring

Love poems in spring

I like the innocence and shyness in early spring.

I love the tenderness and charm of Zhongchun.

I also love the leisure and bitterness of late spring.

Love makes me know, experience and understand spring.

Leng Yan in early spring.

Like a bud at the top of a tree

As light green as a field head.

I can understand the expectations in Leng Yan.

Zhuo Yue in mid-spring

Like a peach blossom in full bloom

Such as jointing wheat seedlings.

I can feel Jory's loneliness.

The tranquility of late spring

Like a low-key fruit

Like ears of wheat.

I can read the meaning of peace.

Don't say I don't want to.

For spring.

I hope

within and beyond the great wall

Leave the secret of spring everywhere

Tianyahaijiao urban and rural areas

The smell of spring is everywhere.

Spring is my love.

I would like to follow the footsteps of spring.

Don't say I don't want to.

For spring.

I am looking for

Wind and rain in the south, snow and ice in the north.

Can't stop the will of spring

The sea is rough and the land is swaying.

Can't change the doctrine of spring.

Spring is my love.

I found the magic of spring.

Don't say I don't want to.

For spring.

I see. /I know.

The seasons change and the sun and the moon alternate.

What breeds is the divine power of spring.

Ups and downs, ups and downs, life and death.

It is a story of spring.

Spring is my love.

I will write down the memory of spring.

Spring is always a loner.

She is naive and shy, Leng Yan.

Spring is always a narcissist.

She is gentle, charming and reserved.

Spring is always full.

She is carefree, angry and quiet.

I love lonely spring.

I am also a maverick.

I love narcissistic spring.

I insist on wishful thinking.

I like the whole spring.

So I will be more substantial.

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