instant
It's already early spring and February.
But I still miss my hometown.
The soil I stepped on there was still very thick.
The snowflake I have held is still pure.
But these are short-lived
I can't stand always being greedy.
Look at the leaves.
There are many dead trees.
Buds are sprouting.
There are many weeds.
extend
And a group of energetic children.
Stride forward against the rising sun
At this time, I miss my hometown
After all, she is in the spring of early spring and February.
Send out a burst of fragrance
Full of warm waves
I seem to be back in her arms.
The same grass is whispering
Gaze at the same river
Miss the same new moon
Talk to Peach Blossom
Standing on the threshold of early spring and February
who is it?
Stole a tired heart
Let the green of spring be everywhere.
2. Poetry is awakened by spring.
Spring breeze blows on your face, and willow is a wrinkled face in winter.
Under the touch of the spring breeze
Become soft, delicate, bright and ruddy.
in the heart
A poetic heart that has been sleeping for a winter.
Also awakened by the warm spring
In spring, even more.
Tender feelings, pure and clear.
Wandering quietly in the poetry of spring.
You will hear
Birds are singing in a low voice.
The spring gurgled.
The grass is thinking about the green of spring.
The big tree is also playing with its green clothes.
A soul awakened by spring.
There are thousands of feelings.
Converging into light notes.
Floating in the fresh air
look
Willow is crying, falling down from the water to listen.
Spring is chirping and birds are singing clearly.
People awakened by spring
Pursuit on the ridge in spring
There is another life cycle.
3. Looking forward to the arrival of a spring rain
Miss Chun had a good sleep.
awake
She rubbed her sleepy eyes.
Can't wait to see the world.
good
Why are there wrinkles everywhere?
empty
Green leaves and swallows
Flowers and butterflies
Where have you been?
Green wheat field
Lush trees
Where have all the bees gone?
She wants to know.
Sister Spring Breeze floats gently.
Touch her body.
Let her feel incomparable warmth.
Not yet.
Chunyu's younger brother also jumped over his sprinkler.
He danced naughtily.
Put the whole field, trees and grass
All wet.
Miss Chun feels very comfortable.
This continuous spring rain
Warmed the earth
Moisten everything
Miss Chun blinked her beautiful eyes.
This strange world is in a spring rain.
Turn green again
Qinglingling
Beautiful and incomparable
This spring rain
Spend money freely.
Warm my soul.
Your soul
The soul of the world
4. Spring is coming.
this morning
The sun emits soft white light.
Sprinkle gently
Over the leaves.
On the barren road
Suddenly there were many children carrying schoolbags on the road.
They may be in the car.
Or in the back seat.
Or yourself.
but
Everyone is full of vigor and vitality.
Like seedlings just unearthed in spring.
Facing the spring breeze
Walk into the temple of knowledge
The moment when the young figure disappeared at the door.
And a pair of eyes staring affectionately.
This eye has too much expectation.
Too much waiting.
There is even an unspeakable love.
5. Spring nights
Spring night
I picked up a pen.
once again
keep
Some of the most beautiful feelings
Some of the truest love
All hidden in the nib.
On a dark spring night
Keep writing
Most beautiful
The most intoxicating one
Spring in the air
fly a kite
A string of eyes.
Follow all kinds of kites
Imagine between the blue sky and white clouds
A thread leads to a dream.
Fly carefree
A heart with a blue sky
Think freely.
A flower that only adorns the sky.
Flying out the beauty of spring.
Arouse the emotion of spring
life for rent
Follow the kite in your hand.
Take off slowly
Looking for the true meaning of life in the vast sky
Those pure eyes
It is also at this moment.
Indulge in the melody of spring
A kite that takes off gently
Butterflies are flying in Zhuangzi.
A child with a wire box.
Screaming, laughing, jumping and running
Slowly start the green life in spring.
It's like opening a precious gift
A child's heart
In the spring scenery
Become more kind
And gentler.
7. Smiling words
Always at night.
Sit down with the lamp.
Use words
Beat the night
Knock more
night
The darker it gets.
night
The longer it takes.
this morning
Sit down with a lamp, too
Knock with words.
It's different.
The closer you get to the dawn, the closer you get.
The more you knock on the black curtain.
More and more far
finally
Leaving only a poem with body temperature.
In the early morning sun
Smile brightly