Poetry Spring is Coming 1 Spring is Coming
You came quietly.
The wind was still biting last night.
I opened the window this morning and suddenly found out
Willow is green.
The bonus is red.
Swallows whisper and sing.
The farmers shouted at the cows and went to the fields.
I took a deep breath of My Sweetie air.
So fresh
I know you're here.
How I wish I could hold you.
Walking through fields and boundless grasslands.
Dancing with you in the sun
but
The walls of my house are tall and thick.
There are too many doors in my house, which are too heavy.
I can only stand in the courtyard wall.
Watching you come and go.
Watching you disappear between heaven and earth
At that moment, my heart was sour, bitter and astringent.
I know it was tears that drained my heart and soaked it.
Poetry of Spring Coming 2 "Spring Comes Again"
Look how good this season is. As long as there is a warm heart, bask in happiness, Xiu Xiu love it!
Our eyes should be worthy of the color of grass and the fragrance of flowers.
Our smile, the blue we should not regret, is everywhere.
Our mood should live up to this magnificent spring time.
After the paleness and whiteness of winter, I can finally follow the faint spring breeze, return to the green heart, and sleep for a desolate winter.
Standing in the spring, quietly watching a bird fly over the flowers and jump into the sky, extending the poetic picture of spring to infinity.
I would like to throw my head down in the back of winter, raise my chin, raise my natural pride slightly, walk steadily and walk out of the elegant heart sound.
Follow the pulse of spring, sing the theme of green, sing the profusion of flowers, extend the hand of sunshine, touch every note of spring, play every syllable of green, follow the jade finger of spring breeze, instantly cross Huayin, and the voice rises to the sky, all the way to the heart, and the earth is singing.
Put on the most beautiful clothes, lightly step into the waltz in spring, and let your eyes cast a charming arc.
Gently, spring is coming again, and I am ready.
Poetry 3 "Spring has come, I am waiting for you"
The spring rain continued, and I held up an oil-paper umbrella.
Play green flags and splash water on the ground.
Sleeping streets are awakened, and swallows come back with dirt.
The grass gradually showed its buds and bowed its head to think about the mystery of spring.
People who are in a hurry are all asking for XX.
Looking up from a string of rain beads connected with a beautiful fate.
A rain curtain started the spring.
Walk silently with expectation.
Wait for an unexpected encounter
On the bridge of dreams, the eternal scenery in my heart.
Spring has come, and I am waiting for you.
Waiting for the unknown, waiting for you in the unknown.
Poetry 4 "Spring is coming" Spring is coming.
Spring is coming,
The earth is covered with beautiful green clothes.
The morning glow is full of mountains,
Birds sing in the bright spring,
The spring jumped down the hillside,
With the dream flowing far away.
Spring is coming,
Spring seedlings in rural areas grow at jointing stage,
The fish in the pond are swimming around, giving birth to hope.
The bud of a hundred flowers is about to bloom passionately,
Hard-working people sow good wishes for the New Year,
Eager for harvest and good luck.