Modern Poetry: Entering the World in March

After the silent drizzle,

The fields were softly moistened

The plow slowly drew the longitude and latitude

In a touch Under the spring sun,

The oxen hummed a tune

The plowman lightly whipped his spring-haired whip

Thousands of seeds were planted

The black earth opened the small door with a creak,

Suddenly it was green again

The sound of the fields was like the jumping of strings,

Symphonic 'The movement surpasses the sounds of nature, and the conductor

's hoe is just like pointing out the country, lifelike

A spring thunder awakens the living beings to dance

The fragrance of jujube flowers in February, March The peach branches are beautiful in the moon,

The pear blossoms are like snow in the heart

In the sound of cooing, piles of golden eggs

It is hot jumping in the fence

Stepping in the green waves and sucking the fresh air

The torrent of spring tide is surging

The world has been lit up in my heart

The glow of the sun Slowly, the ancient pines on the mountain peaks

After the baptism of winter snow

, they will become more green, tall and majestic

The gurgling streams are warm and clear

Birds convey messages from the mountains from time to time

Nostalgic links between mountains and streams

March is the spirit of winter snow and plum blossoms

March is peonies The moment of first love

In March, cuckoos are red all over the mountains

In March, the steel stove is steaming to a new high

In March, enter this March day, the fairyland Envy of the world