1, "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"
Author: Haizi
Poetry:
From tomorrow on, be a happy person.
Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea and full of spring flowers.
From tomorrow on, write to every relative.
Tell them my happiness, the lightning of happiness tells me.
I will tell you to give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I wish you the same.
May your future be bright and your lover be well.
I wish you happiness in the world, and I would also like to face the sea and spring blossoms.
2. "You are April Day on Earth"
Author: Lin
Poetry:
I said you are the April day of this world. Laughter illuminates the winds in all directions.
Light spirit, dancing and changing in the spring.
You are a cloud in the early morning of April, and the wind is soft at dusk.
The stars flashed inadvertently, and the drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That is lightness, that is grace; You are.
You are wearing a crown of flowers.
You are naive and solemn. You are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, you look like a goose yellow.
You are fresh and budding green.
Gentle and happy, the water floats with the white lotus in your dream.
You are the flower on the tree, and the swallows are whispering among the beams.
You are love, not warmth.
It's hope, you are April day on earth.
3. "Spring reminds me"
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Poetry:
Spring reminds me.
Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry.
When I was nine years old, I picked mulberry leaves and caught dragonflies in it.
Jiangnan, south of Komori, south of Su Xiaoxiao.
Then I thought of Lotus Lake and Linghu Lake.
A lake rich in crabs, a Jiangnan rich in lakes.
The King of Wu and the King of Yue escaped from the small battlefield of Stone.
Fan Li is missing, missing in Jiangnan, where wine flags are flying.
In spring, I think of Jiangnan, where weeping willows are everywhere.
When I think of a fishing port near Taihu Lake, I think of so many cousins.
Through Liu Di, through Liu Di.
Many cousins are very old.
Any old man, in Jiangnan.
Even if we meet, they won't accompany me.
Accompany me to pick lotus, accompany me to pick ling.
Even if we meet, we should meet in Jiangnan.
In the south of the apricot blossom spring rain, in the apricot blossom village in the south of the Yangtze River.
Where's my mother? Easter. It's my mother who won't come back to life.
A little girl in Jiangnan became a mother.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple.
Call me on this side of the channel.
Call me, on the channel.
Oh, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan.
There are many temples and pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan with many kites and Jiangnan in the bell.
You can't go back if you want to. Jiangnan is full of swallows.
4. Dance in Spring
Author: Duoduo
Poetry:
The winter snow shovel leveled my forehead, and I heard your loud voice.
I heard the sound of dripping water and the trembling of melting snow.
Sunlight pours into the fields like molten steel in a furnace. Its light comes from the direction in which the giant bird spreads its wings.
Python, broken on a pebble pile.
In the window frame, the sound like an alcoholic soldier is burning.
I heard the sound of the sea from the tin roof.
Ah, quiet.
I forgot your white roof.
I have been hurt by the wind that blows away snowflakes.
When the field strongly affirmed love, I turned away the cry of spring.
Submerged in the huge chestnut flow and rolled down the hillside, I was afraid of my heart.
I am shouting: I am afraid of my heart.
Will become useless because of happiness.
5. "My One Spring"
Author: Gu Cheng.
Poetry:
Outside the wooden window, my cultivated land is Ma Pingchuan.
My little yak, my single share plough.
A small group of sun is coming along the fence.
The sky-blue petals began to bend.
Dew was afraid and wet the memory.
Frightened waxbilled finch, looking at the celestial pole.
I'm going to work and pick the seeds of my dreams.
Let them shine in the palm of your hand and then all fall into the water.