Poetry 6 lyrics Jiang's poem

one

Flowers bloom in spring.

In the fiery red sun

Listen, that's the song of a bird.

They knocked at the door in surprise.

The first door in spring

White clouds bring warm thoughts.

Long-lost greetings

Brought us new year's greetings.

Those heavy laughter.

Just like mom and dad's hands, full of labor and harvest.

A glass of hard liquor.

Full of homesickness

Get me drunk on a windy morning.

Wandering wanderer

I quickened the pace of going home.

The girl I love

Long time no see.

Like a trembling spider web in my hometown.

Silently grew into a cocoon

I want to leave while the spring breeze is still early.

So I can ask my beloved girl.

Love, will she bloom in this spring?

two

The clear wind is blowing from a distance.

There is a girlish smell there.

Whispering with wild lilies

Instant bloom

Green, lover's arm.

Twist gently and hug you.

Striking the strings of spring

The distance between seasons is so strong that it is irresistible.

As the earth breeds hope.

On New Year's Day, I met the villagers.

Talk about past gains

Calculate 365 days and solar terms.

Speaking of spring

Everyone's eyes opened again.

At that time, corn was strung under the eaves.

Huang Chengcheng's exultation

The whole house is floating around, making people feel scared.

Feel excited and practical

So I somehow remembered.

A snowy day many years ago

Family photos taken by relatives at home.

three

Touch the first drop of dew

Spread out, it is colorful.

The snow and ice in the north have melted.

Trees in the south spit green.

In the ticking sound of cars

Along the way, it was a spring wedding.

Happiness is destined to come in life.

Where will you wake up?

Listen to the sacred song

Everything in front of me is beautiful.

Something convenient to touch.

Love at first sight is like poetry and water.

Then get pregnant sweetly in spring.

But I will still think of that village.

A village located in a field.

Fly in the direction of the river

Is it a breeze that keeps blowing?

Let me look around.

A little girl who just grew up

She stood at the intersection of her house to meet her.

With the gesture of spring flowers.

I dedicate this poem of blessing to you.

four

The first day of the lunar month

(Song) Wang Anshi

In addition to the one-year-old firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tu Su;

Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.

Yuanri Yulouchun

Maopang (Song Dynasty)

Every year, the lotus drops leak, and Bijing Tu Su sinks the frozen wine.

Han Xiao is still cheating. Chunlai is slim, and she comes to Liu first.

Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves.

Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other very well, but I only grow old with Dong Jun.

New Year's Eve

Wen Tianxiang (Southern Song Dynasty)

Dry kunkong, years go to the church;

The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.

Life disappears with the years, and the body is forgotten;

There is no dream of killing Sue. The night is still young and the lights are burning.

Pay new year's call

(Ming) Wen Zhiming

I don't want to see you, but I want to talk about it. We are all over the famous newspapers.

I also throw some paper at people. The world is too simple and empty.

Is new and correct.

Julia (Ming)

The wind and frost in heaven and earth are exhausted, and the weather in Gankun is harmonious;

Add a new year through the calendar, and the spring is full of old mountains and rivers.

Mei Liufang is full of pride, sloppy and old;

Tu Sucheng was drunk and laughed in a fog.

Today is New Year's Eve.

(Qing) Huang Jingren

A thousand smiles are slow, and worries are hidden from the outside.

People who stand quietly at Shiqiao don't know that a week is like January.

Fengcheng new year speech

(Qing) Check Shen Xing

Cleverly cut Silla and paint colorful gold like a moth;

Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and there are more sewing in the boudoir before the age of 20.

See the flower market during the Spring Festival.

Lin

Mickey met to see the flower market, but leaned against the arcade like a gallery;

Bundled potted plants are lined up, and the grass plants are woody and fragrant.

The lights are bright all night, and the songs are fascinating.

It was this year that the scenery was beautiful and colorful.