Zhu Xiang, a famous modern spring poem, 1 The Long-awaited Spring.
I seem to be sitting on a boat.
Shake across the gray monotonous wasteland
Now I am in a situation where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
My ship doesn't seem to be moving forward.
I only saw two lines of green willows stretched out.
In an instant, I was held in my arms by Yi.
Yu Guangzhong, a famous modern poem about spring, reminds me of spring.
Spring reminds me.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry, is nine years old.
Pick mulberry leaves and catch dragonflies in them.
(You can go back from Keelung Port)
South of the Yangtze river
Xiao du de Jiang nan
Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao's Works
Then I thought of the lake with many lotus flowers and many ling.
A lake rich in crabs, a Jiangnan rich in lakes.
The Small Battlefield between King Wu and King Yue
That war was beautiful enough.
The history of escape
The missing fan Li
It's missing from the wine flag
(It takes three hours by plane from Songshan)
Emperor Qianlong's Jiangnan
In spring, I think of weeping willows everywhere.
Jiangnan, think of
A fishing port near Taihu Lake reminds me of it.
So many cousins, walking on the ground of Liu.
I can only marry one of them! )
Walking through Liu Di, many cousins.
Let Yi Lao go.
Any old man, in Jiangnan.
(Jiangnan, spray clouds for three hours)
Even if we meet, they won't accompany me.
Accompany me to pick lotus and ling.
Even if we meet, we should meet in Jiangnan.
In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and spring rain
In Xinghua village in Jiangnan
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? )
Where is my mother?
Easter, it's my mother who won't be resurrected.
A little girl in Jiangnan became a mother.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple.
Call me on this side of the channel.
Call me across the channel.
Shout, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan
Duosi Jiangnan
Pavilions and pavilions in Jiangnan
What a beautiful kite-flying Jiangnan
Jiangnan in the bell
(Standing in Keelung Port, thinking.
I can't go back if I want to)
Jiangnan with many swallows
Gu Cheng, a famous modern poem about spring, is my spring.
Muchuwai
Level my cultivated land.
My little yak
My single share plough
A small group of grandchildren
Walk along the fence
Sky blue petals
Start bending
Dew is afraid.
Wet a memory.
Frightened waxbill
Look at the celestial pole
I'm going to work.
Choose the seeds of your dreams.
Let them shine in your hands.
All fell into the water.