Red sun
Listen, that's the chirping of birds.
Surprise knocking at the door
The first spring door
The title of white clouds reads warm thoughts.
Reply to greetings and New Year wishes.
Brought us a heavy laugh.
Like father, mother
hand
The cup is full of the spirit of labor and harvest.
In the morning, full of strong nostalgia, I walked past.
Wandering wanderer
Can not help but strengthen the pace of the family.
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I like long-lost girls.
It's just that a garden like this is a quivering spider web.
Grow into a cocoon quietly
It is still early. I have to hurry, hurry, while the spring breeze is coming.
Curious and loving girl cried.
Love flowers, she can be in this spring.
The cool wind rustled from the wild lilies.
It bloomed in the blink of an eye.
The girl's fragrance
The arm of a young lover
Twist gently, your hug
> switch spring string
Such a strong seasonal distance is irresistible.
As a species of the earth,
During the Spring Festival, I saw villagers talking about their past gains.
Break through 365 days and reduce expenditure
Speaking of spring
Everyone's eyes are wide open.
At that time, there were strings of corn hanging under the eaves.
Yellow festive br/>; It filled the whole home and made people feel excited.
Feel happy and at ease
So it snowed all day.
Years ago, people who loved each other were together, according to the portrait of the family house.
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The first drop of dew falls.
Dense, it is
The colorful ice and snow in the north melt.
Trees in the south spit green.
DuDu car, wedding all the way.
Students who arrive at school in spring are destined to be happy.
awake
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Beautiful eyes.
Easy to touch
Poetry and water fall in love at first sight.
Then in spring, sweet pregnancy BR/& gt；; & gt I still think this village
Sitting in the field of the village
Fly out in the direction of the river.
Don't keep blowing the breeze?
Attract me to look around > grow into an early girl.
Constitute the winter jasmine
The first blessing that the poem offers you, she is standing at the intersection of her home to meet.
The emotion across the New Year Village is a seed.
Chest close to the ground.
In the warm season,
Bright spring, restless flame,
Shining mother's silver hair.
Small body is full of grand spring!
The sound of jointing is one after another, and the spring of bills is a pile.
The new bell is ringing.
The children whose mother has been waiting for are at the window.
Pray.
Sunlight is like a flower, containing but not showing.
Can a beautiful heart hang lights? The only New Year's wish, the mother who stays in my heart. ......
The new year begins in front of the village.
Humming in a low voice, nursery rhymes radiate around,
Furry feathers and warm eyes linger.
Dream of touching my hometown,
My fingers are lush, like wheat seedlings turning green.
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The sun stands at a new starting line, ready to go.
The moonlight has been hiding in the corner for a year.
Let all the blessings I can't touch pass by with time.
Crops sway in the sun, and the sun gives life particles.
Teach people to support themselves by labor.
Mother: Oh, you have food to raise children and teach us gratitude and the source of life.
When the new year comes, I put food in front of the children and teach them to know these beautiful sacredness.
Let them be engraved on the newly developed small heart, and the particles will gradually become full.
The New Year is a red lantern hung high.
The person who mentioned it,
Walking into the village,
Knock on those warm lintels?
When I was reunited with my family on New Year's Eve, my mother suddenly blurted out:
Purple swallows cut the spring breeze, magpies call tea, and red plums spit wine, like flowers and flowers, full of children and grandchildren.
Then, the mother looks simple but vivid, no one can describe it, and no one can capture the rhythm and beauty of the simple folk customs. "
Jujube, whenever I think that in the new year, the tree will hatch the laughter of magpie milk, and the small yard will smell warm blessings; Happy fields and deep longings of children in the spring rain; character string
Spring breeze launched Jinxiu Avenue in the New Year.
The eaves under the corn are like firecrackers, exploding farmers' festivals and frank time. Hard disk used to be sweet, so it doesn't need words to describe it.
I don't need much nostalgia. I feel that I have experienced many twists and turns and planes.
Look at the beautiful birds singing in spring, the bright sunshine with golden wings, flying across the city, to the earth, to the rain and mountains.
Warm spring breeze, the wave of reform, such as the water of the Yellow River, is surging, which is the whole city wall, rushing to the earth and beautiful countryside.
Windless encouragement
Does the parturient's delivery posture avoid lightness?
Dew,
Are all the auspicious songs of the Spring Festival so fresh?
New year's songs dance together,
Mother's daily lyricism is mixed with faint, harmonious and poetic vitality.
Let the language of spring? The green light flashes.
New year leather opera
Sweat, knead
Every difficulty that mother yearns for survival explains the fertile stirring,
Let life present the trend of urban and rural life.
New year,
The picture of happiness in your heart is attached to the yearning for the world outside the mountain.
The warm sunshine kissed the fertile and fragrant soil.
You saw it come in handy. ...