1. "Spring Dream"
Author: Anonymous
I like ?
Call dreams in spring as spring dreams. ?
I try hard to dream about you; but it’s always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow over when I wake up; I heard that doing this will make my dreams come true. ?
In this imaginative spring, I am tossing and turning; I can’t sleep alone.
2. "Small Scene in the Forest"
Author: Jin Bo
The sun shines through the branches and leaves;
dyed with tender green color;< /p>
The wind whistles;
Gently glides across the leaves.
The air flowing into the woods;
has become sweet and soft.
Therefore, on every tree;
There are songs of birds hanging.
3. "Farewell Cambridge"
Author: Xu Zhimo
I left as gently as I came;
I waved gently, saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring.
It is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener.
Load a boatload of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is tonight's Cambridge.
Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.
4. "Autumn"
Author: He Qifang?
The dewdrops in the morning fell,
The sound of logging fell Tintin floated out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice, ?
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences. ?
Live in a farmhouse in autumn. ?
Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river, ?
Put away the shadow of the cypress leaves like blue bream. ?
The reeds are covered with white frost, ?
The little oar is gently swaying as it returns to the mooring. ?
Autumn games on fishing boats. ?
The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets. ?
The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones. ?
Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone? ?
The hole of the flute filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night? ?
Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.
5. "This Spring"
Author: Anonymous
My heart is very confused this spring
I remembered some tombstones for a while< /p>
I think of my childhood for a while
My heart is very confused this spring
The poems of spring have been filled with spring
My dedication Poetry is the blades of grass and corolla of spring