Buds, firecrackers in spring
One bud after another,
String together with branches,
String firecrackers to hang spring.
A tree exploded,
Blowing colorful,
Fried incense.
Lively bees and butterflies,
Are attracted,
Flying around in excitement.
Sleeping seeds wake up,
Drill out of the ground,
Stretch your neck and look around,
Spring is drawing near.
Deep love
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat,
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Childhood ink painting
street
Didn't you hear the traffic on the road,
I don't care if the radio in the street is loud.
The pages turn gently on the knees,
There is an indelible smile on the corners of the mouth.
Sunlight spreads from toes to knees,
I also think of "black whirlwind" water war and "white stripes in the waves"
Bian Xi
Weeping willows use the stream as a mirror to dress up,
The mountain stream is as calm as a green jade belt.
The figure was dyed green by the stream,
A red dragonfly is standing on the fishing rod.
Suddenly, with a bang, the figure was broken.
Fish and laughter are jumping on the grass.
On the river
Like a duck in the water,
Flap your wings and play with water.
A pair of small hands stirred the waves,
You call me and laugh.
Which "water hyacinth" dives into the water,
When I surfaced, all I saw was splashing.