1. "Spring Dream"
Author: Anonymous
I like
to call dreams in spring a spring dream.
I try hard to dream about you; but it’s always in vain.
I like to turn over my pillow after waking up; I heard that doing this will make my dreams come true.
In this imaginative spring, I am tossing and turning; I can’t sleep alone.
2. "Small Scene in the Forest"
Author: Jin Bo
The sun shines through the branches and leaves;
dyed with tender green color;< /p>
The wind whistles;
Gently glides across the leaves.
The air flowing into the woods;
has become sweet and soft.
Therefore, on every tree;
There are songs of birds hanging.
3. "Farewell Cambridge"
Author: Xu Zhimo
I left as gently as I came;
I waved gently, saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart.
The green banana-plants on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring.
It is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, depositing rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole and slowly row upstream to where the grass is greener.
Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight.
Quietly I left, just as quietly as I came;
I waved my sleeves and did not take away a single cloud.
4. "Autumn"
Author: He Qifang
The dewdrops in the morning fell,
The sound of logging fell The earth drifted out of the valley.
Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice,
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river,
Put away the shadow of the black cypress leaves like blue bream.
The reeds are covered with white frost,
The little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring.
Autumn games on fishing boats.
The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.
The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones.
Where did the sound of the flute on the cow's back go?
The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?
Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.
5. "This Spring"
Author: Anonymous
My heart is very confused this spring
I remembered some tombstones for a while< /p>
I think of my childhood for a while
My heart is very confused this spring
The poems of spring have been filled with spring
My dedication Poetry is the blades of grass and corolla of spring