Small scenery in the forest
Author: Jin Bo
Sunlight penetrates branches and leaves;
Dyed light green;
The wind, whistling;
Slip gently through the leaves.
Air flows into the Woods;
Also become sweet and soft.
Therefore, on every tree;
There are birds singing.
2.
spring dream—short-lived good times
Author: anonymous
I like ...
Spring dream; It's called the dream of spring.
I tried to dream of you; But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up; I heard that this was done; Will make dreams come true.
In this dreamy spring; I tossed and turned; Sleepless on a lonely pillow.
3.
Push open the door of spring
Author: anonymous
I hear birds chirping.
In the city; There are several spring birds;
They dare not enter the city;
Just cheer and jump outside the classroom;
They are as simple as farmers in rural areas;
Let me sprout a sense of closeness;
They are my friends;
It seems that I happened to meet a relative;
They're looking for unknown bugs
Make a friendly voice to your partner;
Outside school, I fell in love with birdsong;
In the argument of birds; I pushed open the door of spring.
4.
autumn
Author: He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
5.
Spring this year
Author: anonymous
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 at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.