-Author: Xu Zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass;
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
2. "Jiangnan Grass"
-Author: Li Ji
In the autumn when chrysanthemums are in full bloom, I first came to Jiangnan.
Although I came in a hurry and went in a hurry, your beauty is beyond my imagination by a thousand times.
Looking at your beautiful city, the most beautiful pictures have lost their colors;
Walking in the beautiful water town, even the eternal swan song is eclipsed.
Your beauty makes me feel ashamed: I can't find a word to describe you in my vocabulary.
People say that "there is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below",
Heaven is just a fantasy that people weave in your image.
I know you can't show your magic in autumn,
All I see is a grass among your thousands of miles of flowers.
But I'm going back. I'm going back with this blade of grass.
I want to take this blade of grass to the desert. I want to take this blade of grass back to my hometown.
I'm going to plant it in the Gobi desert, and I'm going to tell my family:
"Watered with our sweat, let our big Gobi become like Jiangnan!"
3. Small scenes in the Woods
-Author: Jin Bo
Sunlight passes through the branches and leaves and turns pale green.
The wind roared and glided gently on the leaves.
The air flowing into the forest also becomes sweet and soft.
Therefore, the songs of birds hang on every tree.
4. "This spring"
Author: anonymous
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
5, "Spring Dream"
Author: anonymous
I like ...
Spring dream; It's called the dream of spring.
I tried to dream of you; But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up; I heard that this was done; Will make dreams come true.
In this dreamy spring; I tossed and turned; Sleepless on a lonely pillow.