Spring is coming
I walked into the castle peak
Walk into the breeze forest
Find the mood that can be wet in the past.
A dry and shallow canyon
Still awake
I walked through the city villa.
I swam out of the holiday traffic.
I missed it from the misty edge of Xiuhu Lake.
I stood on the stone bridge, waiting for the spring stream.
In the winter of hubbub, put away the sunshine of continuous happiness.
Tasteless vermicelli can't stop hope
Faces and voices coming from north to south
With feelings and breath, stay in the scenery of every grass and tree.
When I am tired and depressed
Go back to the city hungry.
Black sky with a drop of coolness.
Wash away the feeling of concern in my heart.
Chun, it's coming
Night comes earlier.
Footsteps and whispers outside the window
I hid in the poem, as if afraid to look her in the eye.
filmy
Chunlai
I only know your heart.
I'm dying.
therefore
I know how much I have lost.
Support branch
Can't stop the floating clouds
Let me touch it.
The sky in my mind
Did not meet tenderness.
I don't understand your beauty either.
Affectionate person
The original narcissistic loneliness is left.
The world of mortals is like this.
When you are poor.
Will see clearly.
Truth and nothingness, the distance between heaven and earth
I just want to spend a spring.
A simple wish
Poetry gently integrated into the wind
Give you a colorful spring.
Don't argue that spring is better than spring
Steal an empty space, be quiet.
Smile at each other with me
One asked, when did you come?
How did I notice that?
There are countless curved branches in bud.
There is little sunshine in winter, and it rained a lot in Mao Mao last night.
The cold wind filled me with deep pity.
don't understand; ignorant of
How should I feel in the face of beautiful women?
Shake gently and smile gracefully
You woke up the town.
I miss you in my heart, or I am crazy, or I am condensed, and my eyes are closed.
Listen, spring is better than spring.
Beautiful, lovely
Don't talk about flowers, a beautiful flower, a beautiful flower.
You gave me a truth, a dream.
Another kind of warmth
Excuse me, what should I do?
I can't help liking you.
I can't forget your figure.
Don't, never seen never thought to say peace of mind?
Mom, spring is coming.
The scent of orange blossoms
With a fresh earthy smell.
It's refreshing
Old things, plus muddy mountain roads
You said I began to forget when I was born.
Now, I have grown up.
Look into the distance on the wide road.
That mountain, that water, that man, that small village.
In this fertile land
Are all my relatives.
Passerby with umbrellas
As shy as a spring rain.
In the golden color of rape flowers
Full of warmth and happiness year after year.
The endless green in the garden.
We work as hard as bees.
I love and the place I love.
Take root, sprout
Every day, every time.
a new beginning
The willow leaves of Dongmen River have sprouted.
The red kapok in the old street also showed sharp corners.
Mom, you are walking under the blooming cherry blossoms by the river.
Or under the green camphor tree on Chang 'an Avenue?
Intoxicated like me?
Laugh and watch the clear river flow away happily.
The swallow in the new house contains spring mud.
Mom, are there azaleas all over the mountain?
Mom, spring is coming.
I am not far from you.
Singing in the cradle of happiness
I want to be like you.
I have lived in such a beautiful and rich land all my life.
With all the vigor of spring.
I like everything here
Love every inch of land and every river here,
Love every mountain and every seedling here.
Every flower is in bloom.
Accompany the blue sky and white clouds here.
There is wind here and rain here.
Grow sturdily in the sun
Oh, mom, spring is coming.
Did you hear that frog?
How your singing sounds like me when I was a child on a spring night.
Oh, mom, spring is coming.
Do you hear the call of the early bird?
That's me, that's me and the footsteps of spring.
Knock on your door
Mom, I'm home.
Slowly walk out of the treasure house of knowledge
Mom, spring will always belong to this fertile land.
Every villager here.
whitney houston
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Dating on the hillside in the suburbs in spring
Bees gather honey in flower buds.
The stream flows among the flowers.
The spring breeze is continuous-
A white pear tree
The sun melted in spring-
Red peach blossom
In the field
Wild rape flowers are in full bloom.
One by one, one by one.
Hold your head high in the spring breeze.
When Yingying waved,
It will show its charm.
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Accompanied by dazzling sunshine
The spring breeze is continuous-
Wenxingxi river
Dye green mountains and rivers
In the sky
Beautiful clouds.
Little by little.
Sow hope in the spring breeze
When the seeds germinate
It will become colorful.
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Humming a soft and carefree tune
The spring breeze is continuous-
The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.
The wind is blowing flowers.
And the corners of your mouth
Open a shallow smile
When my heart is attached
There are layers of ripples
Shallow through the heart
Embrace a piece of spring in my heart.
Writing for spring
The last snow
Look out the window at the top of the tree.
Fog on the branches
Quietly dripping into the beauty of spring
Arch out the tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
Strong vitality
Calling for beautiful mountains and rivers with flowers and butterflies flying.
Aromatic moist soil
Take off your heavy winter coat.
Welcome every explorer to come.
A warm breeze
Like a clever swallow
With the message of spring.
Fly over mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, skyscrapers and island villages.
Delicate and bright sunshine
Disperse the world
Like a warm hand
Gently touch every inch of the earth's skin.
Girls in spring gather in the distance.
Take a leisurely stroll by the river.
Fresh and soft air
Wrapped in the fragrance that moistens the soil
The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze.
Free to plunge into the spring world.
Run to the hometown of spring.
sound of rain
Like a lyre.
Under the touch of the spring breeze
Ding Ding Dong Dong, elegant and floating.
The shadow of the tree, the forest of dreams.
Full of the fragrance of flower season
The freshness of rain is the sunshine of the soul.
Lead me into a colorful mystery
The giant hand of spring
Magic brush
Draw some colorful colors at will.
Set up a gorgeous gallery for the three mountains and five mountains
oh
Green in the north and green in the south.
Fields and mountains are dyed red in spring.
Sacred temple
The string of a river
Set aside smooth movements
The drums of the mountains
Play a cheerful symphony
Swallows whisper brightly.
Magpie announced the overture.
Let the long-lost mood fly
Wave goodbye to the winter last night.
Put wings on the hibernating heart
Dating with spring
Rub your sleepy eyes.
Tap on the door
Close to warm current
With the fragrance of my heart.
open one's heart (to)
Jump in the warm sunshine
Set foot on a high hillside
Cross the gurgling stream
Lift one leg and tie a red ribbon.
Staring at the spore, it contains sweet foam.
Purple. Dreamy, talkative eyes.
Spiritual crossing
Indulge in this fragrant air!
Hello, Spring.
Rape flower. One piece after another is golden.
Peach blossoms are more and more delicate and charming.
The wind in my hometown is chattering again
On the way home, I went back and forth, bee.
Love songs all the way
Crazy, accompany me to the village entrance.
Knock on the antique old house
Rosewood door. My little white dog changed its normal state.
My teeth are clenched and I'm in a mess
The mother recognized her son's voice and forced a smile.
The crutches in your hand are flying in the air.
"This little white dog has peach blossom crazy again ..."
Mother was talking and laughing.
Call me a warm nickname.
As if I were the real spring.
The footsteps of spring
The footsteps of spring
gently
Walking gently towards you
Like a breeze in my heart.
In the pan
A year's wish
The footsteps of spring
It was the river that took off its frozen coat.
I want to wake up.
Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river
Afraid again
The proverbs of spring thunder.
Humidity and breathing
sunlight
The footsteps of spring
This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.
Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.
Chunfeng wants a banquet.
Tinkling green and fluttering purple
Afraid again
Offended the sleeping soil.
That little tenderness.
light yellow
The footsteps of spring
It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.
Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.
Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.
Wipe a face of sunset
Afraid again
Carrying warm days
look around
The sound of spring
Winter is not far away.
blowing snow
be in utter confusion
Haze is still shrouded in darkness.
However, you finally came.
Listen, in the distance, your footsteps have already sounded.
Smell, the fresh breath of your life, fluttering.
Your dreams shine on the new buds on the branches.
Snow melts into rain and fog dissipates and condenses.
For you, for your arrival, sprinkle welcome holy water.
You, the spirit of spring
As far as the spring flowers are not in full bloom.
Golden feathers dance like a breeze in the sun.
You are innocent.
Full of tenderness of water and clean snow.
A hint of coolness and warmth of sunshine is blowing.
You spin and float among the branches.
Weave the prospect of spring for the forest
Fly along your dream, and it will grow.
Brilliant images of green leaves, buds and spring flowers
The ice floes are melting and the river is gurgling.
What Ling Bo did was you and your singing skills.
The residual snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy shadow.
In the vast mountains, warmth rises.
All the birds sing and break through the cold.
The sonorous passion echoed and the sound of spring rippled.
Wave after wave of birds, whispering softly.
The tranquility and softness of early spring call for the dream of spring.
In just a few days, winter is cold and spring is warm.
The sun is shining and the blue sky becomes bluer.
Those buds and buds that germinate in winter spread out.
Listen, listen, spring is coming.
Those flower spirits and grass spirits.
We have set out from the virtual temple in the forest.
Run to the annual fairy-like event.
Colorful Spring Celebrations of Life
Hello, Spring.
Spring is coming
Miss Feng is holding a comb.
gently
Comb Sister Liu Shu's hair.
Spring has come.
Grass woke up from Dong's mother's arms.
stretching
A delicate body
Spring is coming
Flowers are scrambling to open.
smile
Bloom a beautiful and charming smile
Spring is coming
Swallows fly back to their homes from other places.
busy
Pick up mud and grass to build a home
Spring has come.
People take off heavy cotton-padded clothes.
happily
Swimming in the charming scenery of spring
Look forward to the arrival of spring.
I heard the sound of the earth tearing.
Those pale words seeped into the ground.
faraway place
The trees are silent.
A few sparrows spend the winter
Stunned by death
I escaped from this tomb-like city.
Cold soul
Wasted the whole winter.
Wheat seedlings and snow in 20 12 fields.
Talk about jointing.
This frozen river beach
How many dreams did you hibernate?
Who has the heart to watch a fish freeze me to death?
Finally, throw it in a vague memory.
Trample on the past
A force.
The expectation of slowly evaporating.
Warm sunshine in winter
Awaken the girl's act heart.
When she and the earth are painted with makeup.
Be your bride.
Spring in full bloom
The wind is winding outside the window.
Cold condensation
Silence is the only picture in the frozen world.
Snow, one piece at a time, one piece at a time.
Fly away from my door
Gorgeous as fireworks
Gently push away the time like leaves.
You can see the strict lines.
Autumn has drifted away on the road.
There are only faint clouds left on the high blue screen.
And the loneliness that the wind can't blow away.
Guard a few plum trees
Plant the lonely mood of the four seasons
A snowy day
Flowers bloom in May.
Flowers as red as fire and as thick as blood
How warm and high-spirited the life above is.
Is spring coming?
Spring is coming
Every time I talk to it,
Always tell me that.
Larks have been singing in the mountains.
The groundhog is exploring underground.
Ants, crickets, butterflies ...
They will push open the door of winter together.
Welcome the bright and fragrant spring with blooming flowers.
Those dormant lives
Those lives that exist quietly in darkness, cold, loneliness and pain.
They never lack light and are never afraid of the cold.
Never give up hope and never miss every spring.
No matter how much warmth and nostalgia the past has taken away.
How much pain and sorrow left behind
Please join this plum tree.
Bravely embark on the journey of spring.
Leave a beautiful and firm back for the world?