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Six poems by Wu Shi
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There is a mood, always in spring; There is a poetic language that has always been in the picture. Therefore, all you encounter is scenery; Therefore, everything we have gone through is beautiful. Teacher Wu's poems are elegant and agile, just like an elegant butterfly, flying leisurely over the colorful peaks in the early morning. What moves with the wind is the vegetation Henaan and those thin wings.
1, March
Just to go to a colorful flower.
Those sleeping souls woke up.
The red skirt and the yellow skirt are floating.
Streets and alleys are full of fragrance.
Even the air conveys ambiguity.
It's sunny in March.
Spring is far away from the bloated winter.
A bright heart dances between heaven and earth.
March is shy.
Pink clouds stand on the branches.
Blush for the girl's smiling face.
2. Spring flowers
Every colorful spring
Are all gifts from nature to mankind.
The ravages of winter chilled me.
But now I am awakened by spring.
In the mountain stream, by the water.
In the surprise of a tree in full bloom
Our laughter bloomed with the fragrance.
The sound of bamboo jointing in the mountains
It is the most beautiful love story in this forest.
Grass is like a child eager to leave home.
Scrambling to break free from the embrace of the soil.
The tree stood in the water, thinking.
Like a wise man walking alone
Always unwilling to lower his proud head.
I looked at the flowers, and the flowers looked at me.
Look each other in the eye.
Revealed our secret.
The wind whispers in my ear.
It taught me how to read the flower heart.
3. The troubles of spring water
In the clear lake waves
I saw the tolerance and broadness of heaven and earth.
The slowly rising sunset glow shines.
Over the shadows that haunt me.
There seems to be no strong wind of goodwill.
Blow away the sadness accumulated between the eyebrows
So how should I study?
And deeply appreciate the gift of fate.
I always want to hear the sound of flowers blooming.
That is the best hope in the world.
I always want to see the jubilation of birds.
This is the simplest happiness in the world.
Thinking too much is an epidemic.
Occasionally, like tonight.
The spring water in my heart wrinkled slightly.
I couldn't resist it. I was infected by it.
4. Walking scenery
On the edge of town
I am so eager for warmth.
So, when the sun is shining,
Just turn out the moldy heart.
Get some air in the breeze.
Water and water style
Ripples under the waves
This is a cold song in the middle of winter.
They sang all the way and ran away.
Homecoming birds call for friends.
Chirp and jump in the open forest
They combine dreams with distant poems.
Forgotten in the depths of the season.
Walking in the cold of winter
The sunset glow shines on my background.
The faint half moon is a lighthouse.
Lead me home.
It turns out that the sun and the moon can shine together.
They work together to shine on the same land.
Maybe they were never apart.
In my own time and space
They go hand in hand with each other.
Step 5 return
My vision is exhausted in the long road.
The wandering heart jumps with joy.
The homing birds miss the fragrance in the yard.
Apricot flowers that once attracted bees and butterflies.
Will you miss the flowering period because no one appreciates it?
With the brisk beat of music
The distant mountain outside the window stands in silence.
Rural rivers are in circulation.
Think quickly, and the scenery is no better.
That's someone else's fairy tale, too
Or are you willing to go back to those days?
Have a cup of tea and a glass of wine.
In the rich fragrance of this season
It tastes sweet. Let's wait for flowers and plants.
We smiled at each other in the slightly drunk time.
Step 6 stay away from rape blossoms
Eyes abused by colorful flowers.
Surprised at the purity of rape flowers
Bees dance among flowers to show their love.
Buzzing with endless love words.
Flowers also learn to pretend to be reserved.
Swaying elegant thoughts in the wind
Yellow waves are rolling on the beach.
A faint fragrance wafts everywhere.
Wake up the sleeping memory.
The fields there, the years at that time
Only the color of rape blossoms is dotted with dreams.
My childhood was nothing but poverty.
Even an ordinary life
But also have the most brilliant dreams.
They are down-to-earth and grow freely.
Let youth blossom the most beautiful flowers.
They support each other in the group.
Standing on the field as the most dazzling background color.
Flowers bloom for a season, even if you win the spring.
They are still humble to be themselves.
Put all your eggs in one basket to bear its seeds.
Wait until it is mature and full.
Face the distance like a moth to a fire.
Trade your life for the final harvest.
Wu, pen name:, a member of Jintan Writers Association, is a poetry lover. He has published essays and poems in newspapers such as Yuhua and Hu Tao, and now works for Jintan District Power Supply Company.
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I like the free life, that is, the free and easy romance of life, which can purify and release my soul in the boundless imagination.
In the world of mortals, if there is such a quiet corner to put my dreams, how lucky I am in life, we should all thank the different arrangements of fate!