The footsteps of spring in poetry

The footsteps of spring author: motorcycle ranger

The footsteps of spring

gently

Walking gently towards you

Like a breeze in my heart.

In the pan

A year's wish

The footsteps of spring

It was the river that took off its frozen coat.

I want to wake up.

Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river

Afraid again

The proverbs of spring thunder.

Humidity and breathing

sunlight

The footsteps of spring

This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.

Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.

Chunfeng wants a banquet.

Tinkling green and fluttering purple

Afraid again

Offended the sleeping soil.

That little tenderness.

light yellow

The footsteps of spring

It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.

Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.

Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.

Wipe a face of sunset

Afraid again

Carrying warm days

look around

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Chapter 2: The Sound of Spring Author: Sea Breeze

Winter is not far away.

blowing snow

be in utter confusion

Haze is still shrouded in darkness.

However, you finally came.

Listen, in the distance, your footsteps have already sounded.

Smell, the fresh breath of your life, fluttering.

Your dreams shine on the new buds on the branches.

Snow melts into rain and fog dissipates and condenses.

For you, for your arrival, sprinkle welcome holy water.

You, the spirit of spring

As far as the spring flowers are not in full bloom.

Golden feathers dance like a breeze in the sun.

You are innocent.

Full of tenderness of water and clean snow.

A hint of coolness and warmth of sunshine is blowing.

You spin and float among the branches.

Weave the prospect of spring for the forest

Fly along your dream, and it will grow.

Brilliant images of green leaves, buds and spring flowers

The ice floes are melting and the river is gurgling.

What Ling Bo did was you and your singing skills.

The residual snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy shadow.

In the vast mountains, warmth rises.

All the birds sing and break through the cold.

The sonorous passion echoed and the sound of spring rippled.

Wave after wave of birds, whispering softly.

The tranquility and softness of early spring call for the dream of spring.

In just a few days, winter is cold and spring is warm.

The sun is shining and the blue sky becomes bluer.

Those buds and buds that germinate in winter spread out.

Listen, listen, spring is coming.

Those flower spirits and grass spirits.

We have set out from the virtual temple in the forest.

Run to the annual fairy-like event.

Colorful Spring Celebrations of Life

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Chapter III: Blooming Spring Author: A Pool of Qingming

The wind is winding outside the window.

Cold condensation

Silence is the only picture in the frozen world.

Snow, one piece at a time, one piece at a time.

Fly away from my door

Gorgeous as fireworks

Gently push away the time like leaves.

You can see the strict lines.

Autumn has drifted away on the road.

There are only faint clouds left on the high blue screen.

And the loneliness that the wind can't blow away.

Guard a few plum trees

Plant the lonely mood of the four seasons

A snowy day

Flowers bloom in May.

Flowers as red as fire and as thick as blood

How warm and high-spirited the life above is.

Is spring coming?

Spring is coming

Every time I talk to it,

Always tell me that.

Larks have been singing in the mountains.

The groundhog is exploring underground.

Ants, crickets, butterflies ...

They will push open the door of winter together.

Welcome the bright and fragrant spring with blooming flowers.

Those dormant lives

Those lives that exist quietly in darkness, cold, loneliness and pain.

They never lack light and are never afraid of the cold.

Never give up hope and never miss every spring.

No matter how much warmth and nostalgia the past has taken away.

How much pain and sorrow left behind

Please join this plum tree.

Bravely embark on the journey of spring.

Leave a beautiful and firm back for the world?