Only the spring in my hometown can be called spring.
This place is full of childhood and memories.
Mud gives off a natural taste, which makes people miss it.
Swallows that I haven't seen for a long time are flying in the dark sky.
A sparrow is sheltering from the rain under the eaves.
Farmers watching cattle in the fields
Time has passed, and there are fewer and fewer flowers on the path.
The hip-hop sound of the partners in the small temple has not yet begun in this season of revival of everything.
The fog in the mountains is swaying in the distance, just like a fairyland.
White tents that have sprung up in the fields are pregnant with small life.
Spring is very quiet, and birds can be heard everywhere.
They seem to be singing beautiful songs.
The sound of raindrops falling on the ground from the eaves.
Clearly audible, it is the passage of time drop by drop …
There is a tea set next to the rocking chair under the eaves.
Close your eyes, as if you missed something …
Traces left by snails climbing over bamboo fences
I don't know where the frog is crying on the grass.
The sound of the river brought a little guy who had never seen the world before.
Slowly take them to a bigger river.
They seem to be us.
My alma mater, which I haven't been to for a long time, is full of dead leaves.
The beautiful recitation was never heard again.
There is no noise from students on the playground with rusty flagpoles.
Very quiet ...
Yellow-skinned fruit tree standing on the way home.
The trunk is not as strong as it was then.
But it withered and died because of old age, and it never germinated and bore fruit again.
The fragrance of osmanthus fragrans drifted with the drizzle.
The beauty of lotus is accompanied by drizzle.
The buds of weeds grow with the drizzle.
The dry river rises with the drizzle.
"In the spring morning, I woke up happily, and birds were singing everywhere;
How many flowers fall after a stormy night. "
Prose Poems of Spring 2 Embrace Spring
Break through the obstacles in winter
Embrace the long-awaited spring
Borrow the rough and unconstrained spring thunder
Express one's passionate feelings.
With swallow scissors
Cut out tomorrow in fairy tales
Comb with a spring breeze comb
Carding wicker
Let Chunyu's wine
The smiling face of drunken peach blossoms
Pick a few white clouds
Erase the blue of the sky
fly a kite
I also had a colorful dream.
Listen to the birds singing.
Listen to the call of spring
With a series of elegant dance steps
Insert lace into the soil.
Into the sunny Shan Ye.
It's like walking into the cradle of dreams ... green.
Prose Poems in Spring 3 Spring Heart
Morning. Open the window, the footsteps of the breeze will come soon.
Holding the warm sunshine in front of you.
My feet woke up. I was on Xinglin Road in the suburbs, smelling it.
The fragrance of the earth and spring meet happily.
Sunshine, like imperial edict, will rain in Mao Mao all night.
Dots will turn into dew, and apricot buds with tears in bud will look up.
Hearing the sound of flowers blooming, my mood is full of sweetness.
Look around, in this spring when God urges flowers to bloom.
The magpie, who had been hiding for a winter, cocked its tail and flirted on the branches of apricot trees.
Butterflies and bees are busy kissing apricot flowers for the first time.
The swallow who came home late passed by and bowed his head shyly.
Chun Qing is brilliant and warms a dream.
Grass leaves are yellow and light green, and winter wheat is accumulating strength to take root and grow whiskers.
Let the persistence of the original ecology flood in spring.
My eyes are full of Chun Lv, which surprised my eyes.
I saw a Loulan girl wearing a white gauze skirt.
A divine comedy sounded and a trickle began to boil.
The soul is lost in time and space, and white clothes are beautiful.
Apricot trees dance lightly, and flowers dye the holy skirt.
Infiltrate into her clear eyes and let her hair flow gracefully.
Beauty is drunk and reluctant to part with the fragrance of spring!
A blank line blocks the attachment of time and space.
Refresh. Link back to the lush apricot garden.
The five-petal receptacle flies red and scatters fragrance, attacking the happy heart.
Let me indulge in one of them, moisten things silently and smell flowers everywhere.
Live in the center of spring!
Prose Poems in Spring 4 Walking into Spring
Clouds in spring
Just gently waved to us.
We follow the wind.
Into the spring
Lush grassland
A breezy lake.
Into the romance of spring
The imagination of spring
Artistic conception of spring
Spring always makes us
Flashing with dreams
Spring is adolescence.
Teenagers' surging emotions
enthusiastically
Arouse our hearts.
So we are thriving.
walk into
This stormy season
Let the pheasant come back
The era of beard
Let Aristotle Zhuang Zhou
Back to classic wrinkles
We can relax together.
Go on, go on.
Into the spring
Walk into our own grassland
Our sky
Raise the jib
Sail to the middle of the lake to find your dreams.
Looking for the scenery in spring
Let the popular colors and curves
Wave the banner of youth
Let singing and laughter
in the sun
Grow into a lush jungle
Realize our firm dream.
At this time on the horizon.
The arch supports the smiling face of the sun.
Spring is in our shadow.
Began to be poetic
The whole spring
Therefore, it becomes a hot topic.
The soil here is closer to spring.
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Where is the warmest happiness? Which side of soil and water is closer to spring?
Those beautiful villages, fields, rivers and lakes, blooming rape flowers, dancing in the world, full of spring. ...
Lianjiang, Nanmen, Haicheng and Pingtang ...
A gorgeous picture is passing through the wings of spring and knocking on my heart.
I am looking for a happy village and a harmonious home. I see everything is lush and full of vitality.
There are so many beautiful days in Zhuhai in spring, and there are so many true feelings in the countryside of Zhuhai, which is amazing.
Blue sky and white clouds ripple lightly, and this side of the water and soil is closer to the spring in my heart!
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The remnant winter in South Guangdong has gone away, leaving a spring breeze.
Trembling time is whispering in the blooming branches, trying to keep the birds perched intermittently in the forest.
Moonlight and starlight exchange in the depths of the country, and no one can interpret the secret of night.
The village guards are measuring the alleys and streets of Happy Village.
Suddenly, the sound of grass by the roadside lit up the silent village, flashing and flashing.
It was very quiet at night, and a drop of crystal dew fell on the grass.
The fragrance of spring wafts into the fields.
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The morning light jumps over the distance and falls on the blooming village, and the colorful world spreads its wings and flies.
Still very light and soft, still as light as Zen, as delicate and pure as brocade.
That is the sound of happiness through time and space, and the harmonious ode is embedded in the earth.
I am full of joy, and I am intoxicated with the inner clarity in this beautiful An Lan.
When the sound rings, spring will return to the tree-lined Woods and stop the singing of birds.
This lush landscape ignited many lush praises in my heart.
The encounter between happiness and beauty, in this spring, the forest is dyed!
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The sun rises to the sky and shines on all villages, fields, rivers, lakes and mountains with the edge of light!
The earth embraces, people crowd, and everything is harmonious.
Only here, people in lush and clean villages are the most carefree and calm.
They opened their happy faces and embraced the warm and shining glory of hard work from all over the world with surprise.
Sweet vision, passionate feelings, into the warm life of farmers.
The yearning and reverie of all people and things are integrated into the brilliance of thought. ...
Blue is far away, reaching into the eyes of spring!
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At dusk, the golden melody rang as promised, followed by a warm and enthusiastic relay.
Relying on lush and pleasant lingering, the countryside crossed the hustle and bustle of the day and walked in a dream.
I also wander in the courtyard of the dream cabin, just to find the spring scenery I yearn for.
Who can call back the flowing and distant meteor under the stars?
Pastoral beauty, sightseeing agriculture, farmhouse music, information port, warm invitation.
Cup after cup of forgetfulness overflowed between my lips and teeth, washing away my physical and mental burnout.
Lan Qi rises to light up spring!
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The happiness of the village is in my hands again!
This is a great change, the nirvana of time ...
Between heaven and earth, who else makes me so affectionate like you?
If I think of you, I will put my heart in my throat and praise you again and again.
I've seen you, and everything is like a paradise to follow the online world.
Today, I turn my eyes to history and walk into your elegant and gentle arms from history.
Blooming flowers return to the branches of spring.
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I write the story of spring in Happiness Village, because embracing a comfortable charm!
There, everything is dressed in colorful clothes, which is warmer than spring. ...
Farewell to happy villages, fields and rivers and lakes. I cherish your bright and heroic spirit.
Touched by your grace, the harmony and sacredness of love is my only totem.
Insist on a leisurely life, which will be the sublimation of another life.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the years are quiet. The soil on this side is better than spring, and it is branded in my heart. ...
In spring, the happy village looks so clear, innocent and fragrant.
I am sitting in the spring of March.
You come from the ancient Book of Songs.
From the beautiful Tang poetry and Song poetry
You are walking along the river in a beautiful top hat and white shirt.
Hold a long pole, ethereal in the misty rain of Jiangnan
In March, I sat in the spring and thought of you from afar.
You came with a curtain of misty rain.
The willow tree hanging on the lake is your gentle tassel.
The mist tied to the river is your hazy gauze.
Yellow strips, ginger slices, peanuts
Make a pot of tea and melt some rock sugar.
Warm affection, in the fragrant tea.
In March, I sat in the spring and watched you quietly.
You are carrying a basket of warm spring breeze.
Walking leisurely from the other side of the mountain
Gently, I want to wake up every living thing.
The fish woke up and rushed upstream.
The leaves woke up and carefully arranged the green makeup.
The soil also woke up, wet and soft, making a "giggle" sound.
In March, I sat by the spring and touched you excitedly.
You pick up Ma Liang's magic pen.
Dip in red, yellow, blue and green colors.
With a wave of his sleeve, the jade arm lifted lightly, dyeing a colorful world.
Pink is peach blossom; The white one is pear.
Rapeseed, wearing a golden bun, smiled into an ocean.
In March, I sat in the spring and snuggled up to you happily.
In March, I sit in spring.
See the grass grow and the warblers fly, and the flowers bloom and fall.
On the colorful path of falling English, by the river in spring.
Pick up spring and warm yourself.
Prose Poetry in Spring 7 Spring, Waiting for Peach Blossoms
Peach blossoms met a river last year.
The peach blossom is burning and dizzy.
Riverside boy, sunny and handsome
They met in the joy of flowers.
In a beautiful flower, they made a promise of spring.
There is sunshine to testify.
With the earth as witness.
There are hundreds of flowers to prove it.
Sister Cao also saw it.
Lark, magpie, wind
Bring their news to friends.
It is spring again.
March ushered in a warm spring breeze.
The dance steps appeared in waves.
The earth is full of joy, jubilation and peace.
The flowers are in full bloom and the flowers are overflowing.
Peach blossoms are waiting anxiously.
Waiting for the arrival of my lover.
What a long wait!
Peach blossom seems to feel the stagnation of time.
Love! Where are you?
Baihua invited them to the spring banquet.
Long wait
As there is no river, it is far away.
Peach blossoms cry.
Blush and pink face
Pieces of purple are flying.
Sad tears
Like a flying silk scarf blowing flowers in the air.
Red reflecting spring.
Why does peach blossom torture itself?
As the saying goes, the east is not bright and the west is bright.
Learn more knowledge and skills when you are young.
Open your bright eyes.
Grasp the bright future
Prose Poems in Spring 8 Write Poems for You in Spring
Write a poem for you
Put the whisper of a heart
Gently knead into red beans.
Quietly buried in the soil
Just waiting for the spring breeze
Blow your song and wake you up.
Expect to meet, take root and sprout.
Jointing, growing into a pink character
Smile with a recent love story.
Looking back at the depths of spring, the body
Hidden in a white snowflake core
Refuse to forget that in the cold winter, you
The warmth I once gave.
A sweet image, dense into a clever idea.
Flowers all over the mountains are dreams.
A crystal rolling tear on the petal.
Reflect your flying figure.
Whether you are a bee or a butterfly.
They all have a sudden crush on flowers.
There is a fruitless love here.
But it has become my life.
The most beautiful sadness.
The best time.
Live a sweet life.
Forever watch
dear
Writing poems for you has consumed my life.
Write down the softest and sweetest words in my heart
Let the beautiful shadow of a poem meet you.
Look at the light. You're staring at me.
Eyes deep, listen to your lips.
Interpreting the gentle voice of my mumbling poems
Happiness lingers in your arms,
Into your life.
Honey. I want to write a poem for you.
Second, write poems for you.
I really want to write some beautiful words for you.
I walked into the mountains and rivers in spring.
Pick a flower as lyrics.
Pick a green leaf to compose music.
Put every crisp bird song
A band adapted from poetry
Take a wisp of breeze and turn it into an affectionate call.
Kiss your face gently
Brush your ears.
Every flower
This is all my tenderness for you.
Every green leaf
I miss all your melodies.
In the depths of peach blossoms like clouds
Open the petals of each poem for you
The poetic bird's voice lingers for a long time.
Lying quietly in this beautiful spring.
Lie down and listen to a song of insects chirping and frogs cooing.
Write the most beautiful poem in the world for you.
The sky is so blue.
The water is so clear and rippling.
The grass is so soft.
Immersed in the mountain spring of missing.
Write you in my poems and paintings.
You're dressed in white and riding lightly.
Drift past me
Looking back and smiling, eternity has become my life.
The most beautiful scenery
Write a poem for you and become a butterfly.
Chasing you to play
In this beautiful spring.
Let tenderness be like water
A path covered with grass
The gurgling spring of tears dripped into the mountain stream.
Playing ding-dong rhyme for you all the way
Laugh all the way, cry all the way, run to
The vast ocean of love
From now on, the ebb and flow will be with you and never part.
Write poems for you, in this peach blossom season.
Precipitate thoughts with the air of love and write them at the end of the pen.
A field full of birds and flowers.
Write a poem for you with infatuation and piety.
On a clear white cloud
On the green grass in spring
Write a letter and send it to Spring.
Throw away the warm loneliness in winter.
The big tree outside the window
Growing up a lonely and helpless season.
Quietly, quietly
In the eyes of Iraqis-melting
Write a letter and send it to Spring.
The wind in the south woke up fences and wind chimes.
Brought the fragrance of grass and flowers.
And dirt and sand.
Open your mouth.
Smell the spring.
This beautiful world
It will take root in your heart.
Write a letter and send it to Spring.
listen attentively
Sparrows come back, and the drizzle is ticking.
And a floral umbrella.
Graceful under the umbrella.
Pick up your beloved harmonica.
Play a favorite tune
The melody of spring belongs to girls.
Fluttering red skirt and dancing hair
Prose Poetry in Spring 10 A Thunder in Spring
Spring erupts like spring thunder, like breaking free from rain and fog,
Lost the title page in the sun,
Before opening and flipping through,
Suddenly found a gorgeous lark,
Fly out of the clouds.
This is the first cry of life you have heard.
With the rolling spring thunder,
Like chewing the depth of love in a dream.
Until then,
I also heard the sound of recovery.
Is melting the cold theme,
At the moment, the evening breeze is a little strong.
The rain is getting smaller quietly,
We are holding an umbrella,
Seeing the ripples of spring from the umbrella eaves,
Hang down,
Knock on that beautiful title page,
The beauty that comes as promised makes your love irresistible.
Like a spring serenade nailed to the playground you love,
Brilliant Yin Ge,
Is flying.
The desire for a bath fire,
A flame burning like this,
Like roses in summer,
Whether you care or not,
When it is in full bloom,
I long for a rain,
Baptism is just a way.
I prefer the passion at night.
Like this pile, there is no dry wood in spring,
Arouse my burning desire,
Would rather die on this night,
Don't waste the passion of moonlight,
Almighty God! Please rain,
Spring has passed. The color is about to fade,
Before the lyrics get old tonight,
Let my soul climb like a flame.
Prose Poems of Spring I hide spring in my bun.
Spring is pink.
A pink peach blossom, full of acacia and slow waves.
Thanks for opening, and a few red lanterns are hung vaguely.
Spring is yellow.
Winter jasmine blew her hopes and dreams to the earth with a golden trumpet.
Pull up the green leaves when the flowers leave.
Spring is white.
The blooming of pear blossoms declared her whiteness and holiness to people.
In a blink of an eye, flowers bloom and fall, and the stars are full of fruit.
Being in the ocean of flowers, wandering in the world of flowers.
Walking through the flowers, I drifted away, and my sleepiness and fatigue were swept away by the flowers.
Trouble and sadness disappear in a flower.
Spring is busy, and swallows are busy building nests.
Bees are busy collecting nectar and butterflies are dancing in love.
The seeds are full of fun, and the willows wear long braids at will.
Everything is full of energy and busyness.
Spring rain is colorless.
The sky is blue when it rains.
Peach blossoms turn red when they are wet.
The wet grass tip is green.
Soft spring breeze
The spring breeze blew open the small umbrella of dandelion and danced in the dusk.
The spring wheat fields are covered with green waves.
The lamb was bathed in the spring breeze and nestled in its mother's arms.
When the sun is getting closer and closer, it is colorful and spring is red.
Standing on the threshold of spring, stepping on the sound of late spring,
Just sigh: hurry, hurry
Put the story in the drizzle and hope the weather will be fine.
Sow hope in the fields and convey the message of harvest in autumn.
Hang your dreams on the branches and reap rich fruits.
Write attachment in flowers and hide spring in a bun.
Prose Poems in Spring 12 Appreciate Spring
It's another blooming season.
The lingering rain always carries a girl's fantasy.
Decorate the earth elegantly and exquisitely.
Ambiguous winds always sow sentimental seeds everywhere.
The pears withered.
I immediately fell in love with the pink crimson.
Weeds will experience a long winter.
Re-ignite green passion.
The frog was silent for half a century.
Set off a rock frenzy again.
Swallows fly across the vast Pacific Ocean.
I once again built a warm nest in the south.
Clear rivers and green grass
The shepherd boy who accompanied the cow blew a loud whistle.
Baiyun Piaopiao Liu Yiyi
Lonely child
Fold hundreds of boats.
People who haven't returned for ten years.
When the eagle sings high in the sky
When crossing the empty blue sky
I heard the tune of flying freely.
When waterfowl move quickly and sensitively,
When skimming over the calm water
The frozen past broke through the dam and escaped.
When the flowers in spring fill the whole mountain.
I'm like a newborn, too.
Re-recognize and explore this complex world.
How long is the road ahead?
I can't figure it out.
Difficulties and setbacks are walls in all directions.
How to walk out of a better life
You must bring a spring poem.