I understand your current mood very well, I am also having this kind of party!
It’s getting closer, the sound of 2012 is getting closer,
This year is a year full of hope.
As the New Year approaches,
I wish you all the best with my sincere heart and sincere poems————
The spring flowers are blooming< /p>
Under the fiery red sun
Listen, it is the chirping of birds
They are singing in surprise
The sound of spring The first door
White clouds bring warm thoughts
Long-lost greetings
And bring us New Year blessings
Those heavy laughter
Like father and mother’s hands full of labor and harvest
A glass of strong wine
Full of nostalgia
Drunk me on a windy morning
The wandering wanderer
I couldn’t help but hasten my way home
While the spring breeze is still early, I have to hurry up
Ask the girl you love
Will love bloom in this spring
The clear wind is blowing from a distance
There is the fragrance of a girl there
With the whisper of wild lilies
Blooming in an instant
Greenly, the arms of the lover
Twining you gently, embracing you
Stringing the strings of spring
The distance between seasons is so strong and irresistible
Like the earth Pregnant with hope
I saw the villagers talking about the harvest of the past in the New Year
Counting three hundred and sixty-five days and solar terms
Speaking of spring
Everyone’s eyes lit up with fire again
At that time, corns were hanging in bunches under the eaves
The joy of Huang Chengcheng filled the home
It made people feel excited
>I felt excited and at ease
So I remembered it inexplicably
One day when it was snowing many years ago
>A family photo taken by relatives at home
The first drop of dew fell
It spread thickly, It is colorful
The ice and snow in the north are melting
The trees in the south are turning green
With the sound of cars beeping
Driving all the way , that is a spring wedding
The happiness destined to arrive in life
Where do you want to wake up
Listen to the holy singing
Everything beautiful in front of you
Things you can touch easily
Like poetry and water, you fall in love at first sight
>Then you get pregnant sweetly in the spring
But I still think of the village
The village sitting on a field
Flying towards the river
Could it be the one that keeps blowing The breeze
made me look around
The newly grown little girl
She was standing at the intersection of her home to greet her
>with a flower The pose of spring flowers
I present this poem of blessing to you