A poem praising spring: spring
The wind turned green.
The rain turned green.
Wake up in spring
Throw yourself into our arms
A newly awakened stream.
I haven't cleared my throat yet
Just play those crunchy songs
Scatter all over the floor
The fruit tree that just woke up
I haven't paid attention to growing leaves yet
It exploded.
The dazzling brilliance of clouds
Swallows are very busy in spring.
She is whispering.
While using shiny scissors
Carefully tailored new clothes for spring.
Spring, though sometimes.
It will still make you feel a little cold.
Spring can be impatient.
After all, turning a depressed winter
Arouse gray memories ...
A little poem praising spring: "Rain over my chest"
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
A poem praising spring: forget spring.
An abandoned courtyard on a spring night
The breeze sings in a dream.
Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.
Someone has returned to his hometown.
If there is moonlight on my pillow
I won't be able to sleep tonight
Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart
Dance my black eyes.
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds float where they once fell.
Every time I embrace the night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place.
Want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak
Leave the warm and soft bed
I don't know who spring is waiting for.
You are under the bright window.
Thinking about love in spring
Think of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet flowers.
I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart.
Forgotten spring
Candlelight forgotten for missing
Or lonely hope?
A small poem praising spring: Song of Spring
Spring floats among the branches.
Spring shines among the flowers.
Spring sings in the wings of swallows.
Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.
Spring gives the western hills a green wave.
Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.
Spring brings vitality to the fields.
The ancient city in spring is charming.
Spring thunder beats drums.
Running and crying in the spring breeze.
Spring rain spreads songs.
Spring tides are like rough waves.
A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.
A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.
Are quietly nesting.
A poem praising spring: a poem dedicated to spring
The sound of firecrackers
Successive landing
Those more or less happy.
Like snow, it warms the thin branches.
The old year is gone forever.
The new year is also quietly beginning.
A fleeting day
Let youth grow old day by day
childhood
Grow up day by day
The past is blowing in the wind.
Hope is budding.
In the sky
Whose phone is that?
Let you feel the warmth of spring
early spring
After a brief warmth
But it's not winter after all.
79 rivers are open.
Bajiu yanlai
spring
Walk into your door