Dongfeng plum,
Sweep across my face,
The drizzle of stars,
This is the fluff of spring.
2, "News of Spring"-Author: Jin Bo
The wind shook the branches,
Water, bleached duck feathers,
Looking forward to the whole winter,
Look, spring is coming!
Let's put on spring clothes,
Like a bird with new feathers,
Fly over the Woods, fly over the hills,
Listen to the laughter of spring.
Seeing the first butterfly flying,
It pulls my feet;
I'm glad to catch it,
Let go lovingly.
Seeing the first daisy open,
I couldn't help jumping for joy,
Xiaohua, do you still recognize me?
Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year,
Waiting for it to spit out new green shoots;
In order to wake up the sleeping stream,
Listen to it sing and run with it.
Tired of walking, I lay in the field,
The sun is shining overhead.
Who scratched my cheek?
Ah, green grass grows around me. ...
3, "Spring"-Author: Ai Qing
Spring is coming, and Longhua peach blossoms are blooming.
It opens on those bloody nights.
There are no stars in those nights, and there is wind in those nights.
Those nights listening to the widow sobbing, and this ancient land.
Always like a hungry beast, licking the blood of young people.
Tenacious son's blood, so after a long winter.
After the season of ice and snow, after the expectation of infinite sleepiness.
These bloodstains. Blood.
In the mythical night, in the dark of the east.
Countless buds burst open, dotted with the south of the Yangtze River full of spring.
People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs.
4, "Waiting for Spring"-Author: Li Aiyi
Withered willow branches will shrink vitality.
Leaving only a layer of dead skin
Coping with the torture of winter
Even if the sun is flying.
Never understand temptation
Even if plum blossoms are fragrant, they will never be comparable.
I have my season.
Quiet, wait
I don't know if I remember spring.
Still looking forward to spring?
Spring in memory
Two seasons have passed.
Look forward to the arrival of spring.
Already hovering by the door
In memory, wait, wait
The moment the spring thunder sounded.
Waiting, the spring rain soaked the branches.
Will flourish green flow.
Let all the vitality show their desire.
Time is engraved on the trunk, and standing in the cold wind turns into missing.
Watching the days go forward quickly.
Waiting in yearning, waiting for spring.
5, "Spring, Spring"-Author: Yan Chixia
In spring, people who once wrote poems all took different paths.
I often rush to it in my dreams, one lonely and poetic feast after another.
At the moment when the music is coming to an end, the piano is still ringing for whom.
I carry my own poems and the dust on my back.
With the mud on my trudging feet and the dream in my eyes.
It all came from thousands of miles away, that place called Xiqin,
Dai Yue brought it. Now, the wind is blowing on Xiangtou Mountain.
The spring scenery in Lingnan is infinite. How I miss it at this moment.
End wandering and live a happy life. At this moment, how I want to,
Give up daydreaming and work hard. Put away the pen and paper for writing poetry,
Go into the sea, love the military camp and love the motherland.