1, The Tree by the Window by first frost.
Tree in front of my window, tree in front of my window. When night falls, I close the window, but I never close the curtains. So as not to separate you from me, you are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground.
You are like a floating cloud, everything you preach loudly with your light tongue. Not everything is meaningful, but trees. If you see me sleeping in this room, I will see the strong wind shaking you. You will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm.
The fate of that day, out of its banter, linked us together. You are influenced by the external climate, and I am stimulated by the internal wind and rain.
Hilda doolittle's Pear Tree
Silver dust and fog rise from the ground. I can't reach you, you are so tall. Oh, silver. I can't reach it, and you are blooming towards us.
No other flower can produce such strong and white petals. No other flower can compare with such rare white silver and then separate the silver. Oh, Pak Lei, your flowers are closed. Blooming in the branches, with your purple heart. Bring summer and ripe fruit.
3, "crab claw flower" Author: love
Maybe that's not why you're upset. Crab claw flowers exploded around the earthen basin. And look back silently together, you gestured at the window. In the crimson despair, in the tangled blue tendons, you began to say naked. There is a scent, a petal.
Spit. Do it again. Crab claw flower, sideways The sky that occupies your forehead begins to say pain at the most beautiful moment. The branches and leaves are Xu Xia, and the water in the stem is full of ears. You suddenly froze when the flowers burst like wounds.
4, "Begonia Huaxi" by Wu
It's the third day of the third lunar month, and the Haitang in front of the door is scattered all over the floor. Dropping into a stream, I clearly know that you will never come back. But I'm used to waiting for you. You don't know me, look how many begonia flowers you have thanked.
5, "Li Qixiang" Author: Xi Murong
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the tide is eager to return to land. I waved goodbye so easily in front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night. As soon as the breeze blows, it becomes a garden full of fragrance.
6. Ode to the Grassland
You hid in the corner and fell asleep. Spring awakens your sweet sleep. You stretch out your delicate hands and lift up the garden.
7. Pindiaolan
Ben is a grass. Grass without seeds. As long as you give her a height, she will be full of vitality, and countless upward souls will hang down the downward trajectory.
8.peach blossom
Every time I open the window and look around, you will open your mouth and sing loudly. I saw you pick up your pink horn and blow out a touching song, as if you were telling something happily. I thought about it for a long time, oh. So you're telling people that spring is coming.
9. Leave
In February and March, the green leaves are about to drip, and in May and June, the leaves are thick and luxuriant, and they fall off and become bald. When was that?
10, rape flower
From south to north, a piece of yellow, from west to east, a piece of yellow, with the spring breeze blowing, like a golden ocean, wave after wave, like wandering in my mother's arms.