1, "green"-Ai Qing.
It seems that the green ink bottle is upside down, and there is green everywhere. Where can I find so many greens: dark green, light green, light green, green, light green, pink green, black green and amazing green. The blowing wind is green, the rain is green, the flowing water is green and the sunshine is green. All the greens are concentrated, crowded, overlapping and crossing quietly. Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if the dance teacher were in command, and all the greens fluttered together neatly according to the beat.
Appreciation: Ai Qing's poem "Green" uses the charm of words to describe that spring is green everywhere, the grass and the earth in the tree swing back and forth in the spring breeze, the wind is green, the water is green, and the world is full of green. Green is the color and symbol of life.
2, "Spring, Ten Haizi"-Haizi.
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life. Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi in the beautiful scenery. How long have you slept? In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice, dancing and singing with me around you, messing up your black hair, riding on you and flying away, dusty, and the pain of your division filled the earth.
In spring, only Haizi, the savage revenge, is left. The last one, this is children of the night. Immersed in the winter, he devoted himself to death, unable to extricate himself, and loved the empty and cold countryside, where the grain piled high and covered the windows. Half of them are used for the mouth, stomach and stomach of a family of six, and half are used for agriculture. They reproduce themselves, and the wind blows from east to west and from north to south.
Appreciation: Spring, Ten Haizi is the last poem of Haizi's life and a lyric short poem in Haizi's poetry collection. It is more unique and personal in content and image, and the words exude a feeling of loneliness and despair. Don't be trapped by material desires, you can all go to a more complete place of existence. Ten represents perfection. Haizi, like the public, hopes that everyone can have the concept of soul.
3, "My Spring"-Gu Cheng.
Outside the wooden window, my cultivated land, my little yak and my single-share plough lay flat. A small group of the sun, walking along the fence, sky-blue petals, began to bend. Dew was afraid, wet with a memory, and the frightened waxbilled bird looked at the celestial pole. I'm going to work. I want to choose the seeds of my dreams, let them shine in my palm and all fall into the water.
Appreciation: Gu Cheng is a fairy tale poet. In his works, small animals, flowers, grass and everything in nature have rich souls. The poet showed us what he wanted in his unique language.
The combination of cultivated land (field), yak, single-share plough, sunrise and fence gives people a sense of tranquility, strength, hope and light. Under the dawn, everything is revived, thriving and full of vitality. Those hearts are also welcoming their own spring, full of vitality, sowing the seeds of dreams and expecting a bumper harvest.