Spring in Beijing,
Short and poetic.
It follows the spring breeze,
With the spring rain,
Quietly put the capital Beijing,
Dressed up like no other.
Spring breeze _
Blow the yellow lawn green.
The weeping willows on the shore also took the opportunity to spit out buds.
Swaying branches,
To express
Pay tribute to spring.
Spring rain _
Moisten the dry land,
Everything is bathed in the spring rain,
Scrambling to open the land.
They spread out,
Breathing the breath of spring greedily.
Thawed river
Gurgling water,
I don't know which Haruka it sings.
Rushing primroses,
With the message of spring,
Spring in Beijing,
Added a bit of charm.
On both sides of the road,
Street garden,
It's blooming everywhere.
A bird that has been wronged all winter,
At this time, I am very happy.
They let go of their voices,
Singing one song after another,
Songs in praise of spring.
Ancient buildings with red walls and green tiles,
Magnificent palace buildings,
Spring in Beijing,
Brought a panoramic view of poetry and painting.
Tourists,
From all directions,
Flock to this beautiful modern city.
Take advantage of the holiday,
Climb the Great Wall,
Visit the reclining Buddha Temple in Xiangshan.
Take a look at the historical treasures of the Palace Museum.
Restored the original appearance of Manchu front gate dashilan,
Let Beijingers remember the past.
People took to the streets,
Taking advantage of the warm spring weather in bloom,
Feel the comfort of spring.
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This is a fantasy of nature.
Spring in Beijing,
It is the continuation of vitality.
It gives us too much beauty,
This also gives us a chance to explore again.
Let's redouble our efforts,
Cherish the great opportunity of spring,
Let the spring breeze of reform and opening up,
Set the capital as Beijing,
Always full of youthful vitality.
If it doesn't play normally, please download the modern poem praising spring from Windows Media Player. The snow has melted.
The pace of spring is near again.
Everyone longs for spring,
Yearning for the apricot rain soaked in clothes,
Looking forward to blowing the cold willow wind. First, the small forest effect in cities.
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face. 2. Push open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring. Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poem is about the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Seize the time, so I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
Longing for rain to fly in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
A wave of breathing is higher than a wave of flapping feelings.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other a drop of rain, that's all.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky 1
The poetic heart in spring is lonely, just like the flower shadow on the barren grave is lovely, and the piano sound in autumn is elegant and can float in the breeze.
Three hundred poems about fighting wine belong to Li Bai. My poem was broken by yellow sand. Yan Zhen can't sing endlessly. 3.
Don't complain about anything, as if you don't envy anything, as if you don't expect anything, as if you don't regret anything. All the pain and joy are just fleeting.
I left my disappointment in Yanzhu, only a sword, a poem, a roll of mountains and a sound of water landed. The memory of childhood is the flute in the dusk, listening to the dew in the frost and snow, making the twilight field the same as the life before dusk.
Wandering on the mountain road, I looked up, and the moon still shone on me, but it was not the meniscus mark 20 years ago.
Spring got into the city girl's bat shirt and aroused the boys' hearts. Although Luming Literature is still alive and dead, she is crying, but busy people don't realize it. Only worry jumps and shines like a fountain in a deserted valley.
When the western landscape arrangement grows into short sentences, I don't want to make any footnotes on life and friendship. Every time, poetry spreads silently, like a purple swallow, skimming over the water.
At dusk, a painful call is translated into the pale bell of the wild temple, and at dawn, there must be a star flashing in the fog. Oh, she's like your affectionate eyes.
In the lonely poem, you asked me what I was listening to. Look at the dead leaves on that branch. It has an expressive local accent.
The Sound of Spring (Outdoor 2)
◎ The orange light above the river ice lit up the hazy river bend.
The prayers rolled clumsily on the river ice.
The ice lamp was placed next to them, and the candlelight flashed.
The river is gentle, the cold reflects the majesty of early spring, and the snow has drifted in.
Under the river ice, holy water flows quietly.
This year, happy Jiangcun
Destined to start from this cold spring. Note: People living on the banks of Heilongjiang have the custom of sending lanterns and rolling ice to the banks of the river during the Lantern Festival.
◎ The spring river is warm and full of moonlight.
On the green grass, there is a piece of Chun Lv.
Folk songs that are wetter than the air pass through the wicker and stop at dusk.
Crows were screaming at the top of their lungs in the nest of branches.
The white butterfly perched on the yellow flower sandbar in Tiantou, where it rustled and returned to the boat several times.
The wild goose crosses the angelica, and the river is silent.
The lights in the fishing village reflect the spring, and I am in quiet inside.
Find someone to convey the song of spring up and down the river ◎ The voice of spring is noisy polyphony.
The wind in the treetops is only the background of the whole movement.
The oblique sunlight played the role of Andhadhun.
You can play the sound of seeds sprouting underground.
This sound is curved and fast, and the process from a strong tadpole to a frog is complicated.
Don't confuse the sound of pupating into butterflies with the sound of flutes.
Dragonflies have a fierce sound of preying on mosquitoes.
But unlike the ferocity of snake metamorphosis, the sound of clouds rubbing against each other in the sky is subtle.
That's accumulating energy, and the dark clouds turn against each other.
Will tear the dark sky and shake the earth.
After the thunder and lightning, nature will step into the midsummer movement: 154200 Kong Xiangzhong's voice in the spring of Luobei County Science and Technology Information Bureau, Heilongjiang Province (reposted)
The heavy snow last night.
Submerged the whole vine.
All smiles, cold and gentle.
Like a finger across the face
The wind is crying.
The night is angry.
I don't know about rivers in the dark.
When have you ever laughed happily?
Ducks on the river
Break the sparkling lake and wake up.
Hear the sound of spring
Singing on the branches
Laugh by the river and follow the sound of spring.
Suddenly find
awake from a dream
Winter is drifting away, and the revived soul is drifting away.
Singing in the spring sky
The heart is no longer far away, the dream is very close, very close.
Hope is sweet and beautiful.
This is the sound of spring. I heard the sound of spring (Wen/Dong Wenyu) and watched your news.
I hear the sound of spring in the depths of spring.
A strange flower is in full bloom.
Birds glided across the sky.
Green leaves grow slowly on the treetops.
Grass shoots crawled out of the soil.
The sky was dyed blue by seawater.
The clouds were blown away by the spring breeze.
The city has taken on a new color.
Everything flows slowly.
I can't stop watching your news.
I hear the sound of spring.