Invitation 1 Ice and Snow shed tears. Ploughs are like moonlight.
Cultivate moonlight. Like lightning, lightning plowing.
Ploughs sound like birds, and their wings are higher than the sky.
Under the soil. Mud flower barefoot.
Running incense among the rain ridges. river water
Twist your waist. The duck bypassed the river.
The sky met the young leaves, closed its eyes and opened its mouth.
Rape flowers chase bees.
The wind chased the kite.
Kites chase people in the wind.
Wine, like a can of open sunshine.
My relationship with spring 2 the bud of this spring
Inflammation. Pull out my pain from a tooth.
Here we go. Like picking a piece of spring scenery.
Every tooth of mine
Everyone has beautiful shapes and wishes like flowers.
Everyone has a flowery calculation, killing.
I opened my mouth.
All the teeth, they opened and smiled.
Brilliant, every bystander bowed his head, Bai.
Their process of opening up
This is spring, the process of germination.
Inflammatory process
I have to release all the viruses.
Disinfection in spring
My relationship with spring
Just like the relationship between spring and teeth.
Your relationship with me.
Spring breeze 3 welcomes a pair of scissors.
Cut my face.
Frost on the face
The temperature of a piece of frost
Begonia and rape are addicted to puppy love.
Incision early
Peach blossoms are hesitating whether to cut them.
I'm like Herry Liu.
live in poverty
Under a pair of scissors
Rub your hands
Knead feet
wipe one's face
Rub the bone we want to cut.
We have to pinch the whole February.
She hasn't come yet.
Just a pair of scissors.
Honey, I've given up drinking.
A deep glass, as deep as your little head.
Got me into deep trouble. I just want to drink some wine.
You can sing it out loud
The first half of this poem. Always open-minded
Like green privates.
Oh, my God, it's smaller than the eye of a needle.
Very tight, very tight. I'll wait for you to use the second half.
Come to optical solutions
Grain Rain 5 Grain Rain had the same dystocia as me.
We close the door at night.
Start in bed in late spring
Pain, tumbling, childbirth
No midwife was invited.
We had to cross the river alone.
Bite the pillow to death and tear the sheets in the dark.
Open the uterus and cut the umbilical cord.
Stop bleeding, clean and bandage.
Every link, panic, timidity
But keep a clear head.
She gave birth to lightning and heavy rain in the middle of the night.
I woke up at dawn and a poem was born.
Our children are all very sunny.
Their little heads stick out in the morning light.
Like a wheat awn held high by the earth
The caress of the spring breeze
The grass is fragrant.
Step on a soft beat
Singing all the way
Roll up elegant willow branches
Cheerful dance
The bird is standing on the branch.
Make a tactful settlement
Uncover the yellow lid quietly.
A touch of new green
bouncing
hide
Behind the boulder
There are also some snowflakes.
Rare
Touch? cannot reach
Pick a cloud
Bring a ray of sunshine.
Overlooking the peaks, cruising.
Like a hundred kudzu.