First, the small forest in the city has turned green, my small forest.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
2. Push open the door of spring and listen to the birds singing.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring, this spring, my heart is very chaotic.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Fourth, the sound of "rain flowing through the chest"
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like long-haired girls shawls and black waterfalls
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
5. "A Snow in Spring" boarded the train for spring.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between spring and snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Sixth, the last snow of "stepping into the threshold of spring"
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
Seven, "outing" weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating. leave
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
Eight, "Lenovo" an old buffalo
Eating between buildings
A lawn full of wild flowers
Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.
"moo"
Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads
Wake up the ears of spring from the river.
Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.
Leaves on the ridge of the field
When a person falls down,
Imagine not long ago.
Right here in this land.
This is the old buffalo.
Rumble, mambo
Push
The pace of progress this season
An empty philosopher holding hands.
Make all kinds of gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Put warm colors on the earth.
Turn it over one by one
Will be a cool classical figure.
Tilt heavily in mud waves
Pull and urge
Shares in hand
Against the old farmer
Nine, "Who Killed the Feathers of Spring" is the last season to collect feathers.
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Lick it gently and keep sailing.
The sails of the sea of four seasons
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love
Refuse to pray
Once romantic passion
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
In the tempering of clouds
have a bath
Haitian Chu
Control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings