1, the gift of spring
Pick a wisp of fragrance,
Take a gust of wind and send it to your dream.
If you turn over in your dream,
That must be me,
Come to your side,
When you wake up, you will be surprised to find that,
There really is a little flower next to your pillow.
Step 2 wait for spring
In the snow,
Put your hands in your trouser pockets,
Keep your head down and go quickly.
That must not be the photographer.
People who appreciate the scenery are in this world.
How many people are fighting for it.
Survive in the cold wind and fight for your life.
Chasing the sun.
Who is better than them,
Need sunshine more.
The white earth,
Waiting for spring.
Warm as spring.
3. Children in Spring
Author: Apocalypse
When I came, you hadn't come yet,
When I left, you were gone.
When the swallow came back, on the way to other places,
Who is a person looking at, a love that consumes everything.
Mother's warning echoed in my ears again.
"You are a child of spring. You should have a spring mind. "
Mom, mom.
The first time I cried,
Will it change the world quietly?
Step 4 stand in the corner of spring
Standing at the crossroads of the cold wind,
Waiting for spring.
Snow continues to float, dye and cover,
At the crossroads of spring,
Keep walking and climb the mountain at twelve o'clock.
With the cycle of time,
Measure the length of the four seasons, winter goes and spring comes,
There is only a piece of snow in the crack,
It rains in winter and melts in spring.
Maybe I'm at the window in winter,
Looking at the spring sunshine.
Feel the warmth of winter and the cold of spring,
In which direction the wind blows,
Where I'm going,
It doesn't matter. I've been walking in the alley in spring.
Use a fallen leaf as stationery.
Send it to you, memories of three years ago.
Then, you are by the fire in winter.
Reading, burning.
I use a drop of water in winter,
Convey my inner state,
When it touches the eaves, it will freeze into ice.
In another warm season, melting,
Continue the past that should continue,
Dig a grave in your heart,
Bury the ashes of leaves,
In the season of memory, burn incense on it.
5. "Small Forest Effect in Cities"
Green is back, my grove,
Ants and flying insects in the Woods.
These humble lives come with spring,
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms 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.