Where are the steps of spring? On the roadside primroses, primroses are in bloom. Where are the steps of spring? On the frog by the river, the frog woke up.
Where are the steps of spring? Among the magpies in the sky, the magpies flew back. Where are the steps of spring? The children went for a spring outing.
The alarm clock rang in spring. The alarm clock in spring rang, awakened the seeds and opened my eyes. The alarm clock in spring rang, woke the grass and made a head.
The alarm clock in spring rang, awakened the trees and stretched out their arms. The alarm clock in spring rang, awakened the flowers and opened a smile.
I can't forget the spring, the empty courtyard in the spring night, and the gentle wind singing and listening in my dream. Some people have gone far, and some people have returned to their hometown. If there is moonlight on my pillow, I won't sleep tonight, because I still have her beautiful image dancing in my heart. Whenever I look up at the blue sky and white clouds, my black eyes drift to the past. Every time I hug the night star, I want to shed a few tears under the lamp, but I am afraid that the tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak and leave the warm and soft bed without knowing that spring is waiting. Love in spring, frost in autumn, flowers with bright windows, who are you thinking about? I have been crying and laughing secretly on the way to wake up from my dream, and I have slowly forgotten my heart to the candlelight or lonely hope I have forgotten in spring. First, the small forest in the city turned green. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my grove came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat, which shocked my youth and soul. Walking towards me leisurely, there are happy tears on my face. Pushing open the door of spring, I hear birds chirping in the city. A few spring birds are afraid to enter the city, but they are cheering outside the school gate. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which gives me a sense of closeness. They are my friends, and they are like relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring. This spring, this spring, my heart is in a mess. I think of some tombstones for a while and my childhood for a while. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring poetry has been full of spring poetry. My poems are spring leaves and crowns. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? The rain passed through my chest. A voice dripped from a high place, like Rapunzel's shawl. The black waterfall gripped the time tightly, so I became a dizzy soul in the endless rain curtain. I don't know who the real irresistible desire is. Raindrops are flying in the air and slowly floating in the air. The accumulated strength seeped into my broad chest quietly from the simple clouds, so the waves in my chest stirred ripples and beat the emotional shore reef. Breath and a drop of rain moisten each other, so a drop of rain goes deep into my heart and mixes with my thoughts, then washes everything through the narrow space in my heart, and a ray of sunshine takes the opportunity to reach my sunny sky through time. On February 23, 2004, "Looking at a snow in spring" boarded the train for spring, and with the sharp sword of the season, it was ruthlessly blown away. Bud let a small hand that has been chapped for a winter stretch out in spring, holding high the banner of hunting and chasing a snow. As long as you set foot on the equator in spring, a snow will be precious. Chun Xue's dialogue flows freely in six directions, giving instructions and sending out wet messages. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but the sudden cold in late spring holds everyone's love. Looking up, the contact between heaven and earth is fierce, but walking on the slope of the season, waiting for the last snow on February 3, 2004 and the treetops outside the window, sighing and sighing, and the sprayed fog dripping into the yearning for spring. A bud quietly arched out of the frozen soil, creaked and tapped on the door of the earth. Enjoying love by hiding behind the cracked trunk, flying kites in the suburbs, and driving the seasonal boat all the way to the spring territory, the road is still muddy, and occasionally pedestrians turn up their collars to shut out the cold, while the spring sunshine shines inside the door. On February 5, 2004, "Trekking" did not encounter a kite to fly his son on the top of the mountain in the suburbs for a winter, away from joy. Fang Fei came with a leaf floating like a saw and his son. You're here. I'm lying on my wife and kissing the wet Achnatherum splendens under me. I was in a bad mood all afternoon. I really want to take out my son's homework in his schoolbag and help him sweep it. Spraying beads awakens Chun's ears from the river. Next to it are the seedlings that grow wildly in spring and the dense leaves on the ridge of the field. Imagine, not long ago, in this land, it was this old buffalo who mumbled and pushed the pace of the season. An empty philosopher, holding hands and making various gestures, turns over the warm colors in the earth through the cold eyes of the season, which will be a cool classical figure. Ploughshares and old farmers, who are heavily inclined to mud waves, are urged to carry the 2004-03-09 Who Hunted the Feathers of Spring. After experiencing abundant vitality, the last feather gathered and hid under the wings of the heavy spring dusk. An elegant serenade came in the wind and gently licked the sails sailing in the sea of four seasons. Who is harvesting love? Then it fell out of favor under the eaves of love. I turned my back on my wish. Once romantic passion, in the space of steaming clouds in spring, quietly swam a drop of clear tears. Vilen saw that the dying light was bathed in the tempering of clouds. The fiery journey to drive away beautiful feathers in the sea, the endless journey that the smoke lock can't cross, is held up by wordless promises. Who hunted the feathers of spring but couldn't find the soaring sky to collect the feathers of emotional branches?
2. Create your own modern lyrics describing 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?
3. Self-created modern lyrics describing spring On a spring night, I forgot spring in a deserted courtyard, and the gentle wind sang and listened in my dream. Some people have gone far, and some people have returned to their hometown. If there is moonlight on my pillow, I won't sleep tonight, because I still have her beautiful image dancing in my heart. Whenever I look up at the blue sky and white clouds, my black eyes drift to the past. Every time I hug the night star, I want to shed a few tears in the lamp, but I am afraid that the tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak and leave the warm and soft bed, but I don't know who spring is waiting for. You think under the bright window. Spring love is thinking about autumn frost and all the flowers. I have been crying and laughing secretly on the way to wake up from my dream. Facing the missed candlelight or lonely hope in spring, I have slowly forgotten my heart.
4. Write down ancient poems describing spring and make cards 1 and quatrains.
Don du fu
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
2. Spring outing in Qiantang River
Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
3. "Spring Dawn"
Tang Meng Hao ran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
4. Liu Yong
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
5. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Don du fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.