My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is in a mess 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 you embrace the beautiful spring with?
At the door of spring
Under the door of spring,
Hidden in the yellow grass buds,
Hide the green shoots of young trees,
Hiding pink buds.
Here comes the bird,
Singing happy songs,
The grass bud heard it,
Stick your head out of the door;
The little tree bud heard it,
Reach out from under the door;
Beibei heard it,
Show red cheeks.
They are together.
Push open the door of spring.
spring rain
Tick tock,
It is raining!
The seed said:
"Come down, come down, I want to be cute."
Pear tree said:
"Come down, come down, I want to blossom."
Mai Miao said:
"Go down, go down, I'm going to grow up."
The child said:
"Come down, come down, I want to grow melons."
Tick tock,
It's raining lightly!
I hope I can help you.