1, you are my March
You are my March.
The lines on the palm of your hand crisscross.
Like buildings on earth.
Keep warm feelings
The revival of green space
You are my March.
This is a footnote to an idea.
The ice stubble in the river is connected with the microwave of the spring water.
I stood on the shore and looked at you.
A shallow smile
You are my March.
This is the temptation of birdsong.
Walking under the budding willow tree
Taste the wings and arouse joy.
Step on the desire to disturb
Stare at each other.
You are my March.
It is the cry of vigorous ploughing.
This is a life nourished by feelings and flowers.
Is to wake up and throw away the lit lamp.
I run with my eyes in March.
I stroked March's heart.
Upward spirit and painful poems
You are my March.
I always tell myself.
Hold fast to the love that grows in March.
Out of the dream of March
These two ideas.
Woven into a whipping rope
2. At the moment
This moment is warm and dodging in the bushes.
Just like birds singing in the distance and near.
At this time, a chill came out.
Slap it out.
I face myself at this moment.
Just like facing the changeable weather.
At this time, the moonlight is very natural and unrestrained.
Pat the forehead. Spring has arrived.
3. butterflies
Your beauty is the beauty that changes again and again.
Gorgeous wings followed.
A relaxed mood in spring
Flying sky
Favorite color
I borrow the palm of spring to hold it for you.
Even the sound of language.
A faint breath
Disturb sensitive antennae
Can't be near you.
I will rest you in peace with my soul.
See through you
In March, I talked to Liu Shu.
Talk to the willow tree in March
Some inner feelings
Standing at the entrance of middle age
Still like sunshine and rain.
Like to smile and be rich
I use the mirror of my soul and body to reflect light.
How many pursuits are tiring?
How many promises have been uprooted?
Talk to the willow tree in March
Think of warmth.
But holding the cold spring.
This is one of my poems.
Struggling sadness
Willow is firm in spring.
She cried with the spores of life.
In my life,
How many unordered programs are there?
be too common to surprise people
Talk to the willow tree in March
The turbulence of willow stems from
Natural storms and droughts
What bothers me is that
Unpredictable loneliness
An incurable desire
Indispensable emotions.
Talk to the willow tree in March
The willows are swaying and look safe.
She made a stop here.
Day and night have fallen to my chest.
My marching steps
With a heavy story
Thousands of miles to find the last leisure.
Talk to the willow tree in March
Willow is always naked.
Great, concise and far-reaching
Makes me feel warm.
March is the spring of willow trees.
The youth in my life
Gradually disappear
Talk to the willow tree in March
I suddenly feel that I am a
A fake of spirit
Sing with the vegetation in spring.
If it is broken, I will sigh without hesitation.
5. Thinking of you
When I am cold, I will think of you.
I will think of you when I am hot.
When the autumn wind blows off the first leaf
I think of you.
Tired, miss you.
When I am sleepy, I will think of you.
When writing poetry
I think of you.
Miss you in the wandering journey
Listening to the sound of the sea, thinking of you.
We used to walk happily.
On a small boat.
When I miss you, I cry with the spring breeze.
When I miss you, I laugh with Dong Xue.
The warm summer sunshine is overhead.
Think of those days when we knew how to love.
In spring and March, invitations are displayed in front of the window.
I planted roses and roses in my heart.
The taste of cloves
Waiting for footsteps and whispers coming home.
6. A flower withers in spring
A flower with green branches and leaves
Spend the winter with me
She is the only one in my room.
The most beautiful scenery and confidant
My wandering footsteps
Persistent anxiety
Inner voice
Crispy and fuzzy.
She caught it with a slight shake.
Give her some tea every day.
Then stand or squat.
Think about yesterday and today.
Or more distant days.
The rain in front is beating against the glass.
In the face of long-term noise and noise
Do something related to life.
She should grow up for me.
Fresh and broad leaves.
I expect love with my eyes.
I saw her waist dehydrated.
All the promised green began to dehydrate.
This is in spring and March.
Unable to find the crux of the problem
My flowing poems cannot nourish me.
The need for a simple growth of flowers and grass
What kind of power should I use or
How to approach?
Inner pain
predestination
Sister of flowers
A once-in-a-thousand-year meeting
Since you can't arrive.
I use a tired posture.
Send you back to the original sunshine and rain.
I hope the beauty of life is like a river.
Not where it originated.
End the flow of passion
Never stop giggling.
7. A letter
Writing letters is a recent thing.
A worrying event.
A letter can be written carefully.
I'm afraid I'll disturb some people's lives.
Alas, the emotion of a lifetime
It's tied to your hair.
It's connected to your fingertips.
Spring March
Cows are especially good at breathing.
It was a year's life.
Last year's whip marks
The knot of missing
I can't go out.
I can only write to you.
I want to send rain water to.
Arid desert
I want to send the waves to
An island abandoned by fish
I want to send the spring breeze.
Leaves waiting to sprout
I left my thoughts in the letter.
Wandering in the sky of life.
Can't find the right one
Landing time and place
I only know you.
Threshold of entry and exit
That's my panicked poetic eyes.
Sunshine in August and March
Listen to the sound of wheat jointing.
I know the sunshine in March is positive.
An eternal growth
Pulling the wings of migratory birds, running all the way
Like butterflies or bees flying.
Chasing flowers in the wind
I'm in March
Clarify the direction of advancing despite difficulties and thinking ahead
Peach trees use the language of flowers.
Describing spring is a warm poem.
I was moved by the new shoots springing out of the soil.
Sprinkle the sunshine on you.
9. Listen to birds singing
Always keen on birdsong.
Their feathers, their flight
Their leisure and
A little panicked
The singing of birds brings warmth.
Life is brought by birds singing.
The power of birdsong goes from south to north.
Shouting winter one after another.
I go through the forest in spring.
Listen to the birds singing, calling back and forth.
I really want to get angry and yell at me.
I also remember that my voice was smoothed by years.
Walking with a tree in spring
Listen to the birds singing.
Three languages have been merged into one.
An emotion
10, spring afternoon
Who can read it?
People who walk with their heads down.
One thinks that poetry is unique.
Catch people
Don't slip by your own tears.
Talent is in the clear shadow of loneliness.
give full play to
Who can be in some
In the ups and downs of long and short sentences
See a trace of a person
Arrange yourself like a farmer.
Sowing and harvesting
Flowing freely in the flowers of sweat
These wishes of many years ago
Often panting because of wandering.
Disrupt program
I was caught by a fish that swam over last night.
allay/appease/alleviate/stay one's hunger (with sth)
Sitting in the window of reality
Think about the trip in the spring afternoon.
In these ordinary lives,
A poet can't compare with
A grass is thriving.
March will be over.
Haven't heard the thunder yet
The delivery room in the sky is rainy and difficult to give birth.
Like a seed that can't break ground
I think in this spring afternoon
Go downstairs to the stadium.
Look at the sprouting willow branches of green wheat seedlings.
Find something to talk about.
By the way, tell them
Where is the first rain this year?
1 1, three In the snow
I stood by the river.
Holding the railing and the dim light.
Open your heart to the flying snowflakes.
The snow fell on March 27th, 2006.
In the light of night and complicated feelings
Spring seems to have been auctioned off.
Snowflakes rushed in.
Reaching out is just a hand.
Fall into the spring in droves
Warm each other like snuggling waterfowl.
Get close to this snow
Remember this snow?
For example, remember a passage
A short-lived relationship
Open your throat and don't shout.
Snow hits the tip of the tongue.
The snow went deep into the mouth.
Become the turbidity of rain.
Dawn is bright sunshine.
The snow will disappear.
I insisted on standing on the bridge.
Ren Xue slapped.