The ice and snow melt,
The pace of spring is near again.
Everyone longs for spring,
Yearning for the apricot rain soaked in clothes,
Looking forward to blowing a cold breeze.
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.
Second, 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 poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Rain passes through my chest.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying 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
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
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
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The poetic heart in spring is lonely.
As lovely as a flower shadow by a deserted grave.
The piano sounds elegant in autumn.
Can float in the wind
2
300 poems about fighting wine
Belongs only to Li Bai
My poetic thinking
It was the yellow sand that blew away the array.
Can't sing
Turn it off! Turn it off! Cried the osprey
three
Don't complain about anything, just like
Don't envy anything
Don't expect anything to be like
Don't regret anything
All the pain and happiness
Actually, it's just
transient
four
Disappointment in Yanzhu Park
I abandoned the ship and went ashore.
With only one sword.
a poem
A roll of mountain scenery
underwater sound
The memory of childhood is the flute in the dusk.
Listen to the sound of dew in the frost and snow
The field before dusk and the life before dusk
It is the same.
five
Wandering on the mountain road
A fallen flower fell on the shoulder.
When you look up,
The moon still shines on me.
But this is not the bend 20 years ago.
Moon mark
six
In spring, I put on the city girl's bat shirt.
Stir the hearts of boys
Deer are barking in the field.
Although the soul of death is still alive.
great
But busy people
No one is conscious.
Only worry jumps and shines.
Like a fountain in a barren valley
seven
When the western scenery
Arrange long sentences
To life and friendship.
I don't want to go.
Make any footnotes
Yiren time
Quietly cross the unfolding poem
Ruziyan
skitter
eight
Dusk time
A cry of pain
Translate into wild temple
A pale bell
At dawn,
There must be stars shining in the fog.
oh
She is like your loving eyes.
nine
In the lonely heart of poetry
Did you ask me what I was listening to?
Look at the dead leaves on that branch.
inside
There is an expressive local accent.
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The Sound of Spring (Outdoor 2)
Above the river ice
The orange light lit up the hazy Jiangwan.
The prayers rolled clumsily on the river ice.
The ice lamp was placed next to them, and the candlelight flashed.
Jiang is gentle and cold, reflecting the majesty of early spring.
Xue Rui also joined 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.
Chunjiang
The warmth melted the moonlight.
On the green grass, there is a piece of Chun Lv.
Seasons are wetter than air.
Folk songs pass through wicker and end at dusk.
Crows were screaming at the top of their lungs in the nest of branches.
The white butterfly perches on the yellow flowers in the field.
The sandbar rustled and returned to the ship several times.
The wild goose crosses the angelica, and the river is silent.
The lights in the fishing village reflect spring scenery everywhere.
I'm quiet inside.
Looking for someone to spread Haruka to the upper and lower rivers
The sound of spring
The sound of spring is a 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 gradually becomes faster, from if to strong.
The sound of tadpoles changing into frogs is very 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 it is different from 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 music of summer.
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The Voice of Spring (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
Broke the sparkling lake
Wake up after a deep sleep
Hear the sound of spring
Singing on the branches
Laugh by the river
Follow the sound of spring
Suddenly find
awake from a dream
Winter is drifting away.
De Esther von Saint Pauli
Singing in the spring sky
The heart is no longer far away
Dreams are close, close.
Hope is sweet and beautiful.
This is the sound of spring.
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I hear the sound of spring (text/rain in the east)
Look at 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.
It fills my ears.
Look at your news
I hear the sound of spring.