Is it far? Three poems

Spring and spring stole the eyes of winter prematurely, and the eastern cities were illuminated by spring. The mist in the distance in front of us covered the distance with a veil, and the Hongqiao in the morning ushered in New Year's Eve, and the blue sky and white clouds were more beautiful. Reflected in the river mirror * I thought of snowflakes flying all over the sky in the middle of winter, but the elf froze his hands and feet, which is the soul of winter. I have heard many winter stories from my teacher, shivering and building a nest tomorrow. Hao Han Byrd finally froze to death in the snow, and the cold in winter left me speechless. The little match girl looked at the food in the window on a cold night and fantasized about going to heaven. I experienced winter with tears in my eyes, and winter also revealed the philosophy of life. Through the experience of my brother with a red nose and my brother with a blue nose, I thought that an axe was much warmer than a fur coat. I learned that difficulties are like springs. When they are hard, they become soft, and when they become soft, they become hard. * Spring is still so beautiful in my memory. On a sunny day, I sat in the village, alternating hot and cold. I pushed my father's windmill and screamed. The fans behind Feijie shouted in their dreams. I bid farewell to the lid of the teapot, left the lid with crow's feet of the years, and drove with my wife to Shan Ye, green grass, flowers and streams hundreds of miles away. The air on my face is fresh and the windmill is fragrant. I stood on a high hill, with huge wings, spinning the screaming sound in the car. The windmill that Dada and my father folded for me can't be more beautiful than Miss Chun. The spring as a child and the spring now have changed, and there are new articles (editor-in-chief)