Poetry in the Gate of Spring 1 In the Gate of Spring
In spring, there is a thin crack in the door.
The bird stuck its head out and chirped.
When the willow heard this, it combed its long soft hair.
In spring, there is a thin crack in the door.
The stream poked its head out and gushed out,
Fish and shrimp heard it and played in the water.
In spring, there is a thin crack in the door.
Flowers stick their heads out and sing softly,
Butterflies and bees heard it, and soon they danced beautifully.
In spring, there is a thin crack in the door.
The sun poked its head out and smiled.
Hehe, laughing,
Hearing this, the children ran into the sun.
Ah! There is a thin crack on the door in spring!
Poetry in the Gate of Spring 2 "In the Gate of Spring"
Under the door of spring,
Hidden in the yellow grass buds,
Hide the green shoots of young trees,
Hidden in pink. Beibei.
Here comes the bird,
Singing happy songs,
The grass bud heard it,
Stick your head out of the door;
The little tree bud heard it,
Reach out from under the door;
Beibei heard it,
Show red cheeks.
They are together.
Push open the door of spring.
Poetry at the Gate of Spring 3 "At the Gate of Spring"
The spring squeezed out of the door.
Never sink without leaves.
She broke free from clothes made of water and stone.
Make yourself a seed.
She wants to live when you are alive.
Never look back and go deep into your heart.
A new house that nobody can tear down.
Do you see those buried in the soil?
Are the bricks blue?
There are many layers between them.
Up to several floors away.
Don't be impatient.
They only come this spring.
They will be like a breeze.
Open another window and answer them in turn.
Your question about the world