Prose poems describing the Spring Festival are silent.
Night covered the sky.
The New Year bell has rung.
A person's Spring Festival
A little lonely
But,
distant relative
It's my snuggling
It is also my warmth.
From thousands of miles away
That warm journey
More Iraqi smiles
Gifts,
Or intimate, or gorgeous,
Your path of blessing is broader.
Want to go to the vast sky
cry out
So ruthless and bohemian
Maybe,
Vulgar rhetoric
Unable to complain;
Maybe,
Pale words
I can't express my feelings.
Quiet night sky
The existence of light ying ying
Like the arrival of night in a fairy tale,
Just want to say
Happy new year.
Prose poem describing the Spring Festival II, a quiet city,
There are no firecrackers.
Children occasionally hear
firecracker
Curiously asked me:
"Mom, why are there firecrackers?"
"Maybe you came back from other places for the New Year?"
"Oh!"
It's another Spring Festival.
Took it.
Memories of years flowing.
on Chinese New Year's Eve
think of
many
Childhood scene
Always thought
When we grow up,
Will be like
Just like in movies and TV shows.
Five Blessingg lived under one roof for four generations.
on cloud nine
Na Zhi
Stay away from thousands of miles away
floating a river
cracked
The way home
Fallen leaves return to the roots-return to the source
Still thinking
The country road galloped at me.
Wait for me.
along with
My parents and
My baby.
increase
With the joy of my childhood.
Yang Guchang
My parents didn't, because they are my parents.
And run away.
A test of their feelings
children
No, because this is my child.
but
must
unusual
I
Because that's not me.
but
jump out of
The cycle of fate
long-term
be sick of
Hypocrisy and encumbrance in the world
distinctly
You can need your own.
Work hard and struggle
Go your own way in life
can
look up
The sky that others have walked through
this life
Except myself.
And find
The one in love.
help
Finish walking
Own life
once
Accompany everything you think.
You can help yourself.
mankind
This is for yourself and others.
salacious
Many people are born without success.
can
Tear off masks and other things
Get along well
rarely
"year"
Just let us know
leave
end of one's life
I am one step closer to practicing myself.
be
The most important thing in my life
Be yourself
It's the tender tree.
Tree bud
Grow against the wind
I can't go back.
Stay in memory.
There is too much life.
incomplete
Filial piety is the most important of all virtues.
My parents didn't travel far.
too much
The moon has foul weather and fair, waxing and waning
Life changes endlessly.
Possession time
Please cherish the word "cherish".
Hometown, relatives
Deep in my mind.
Looking for you deeply
……