Forget spring
A deserted courtyard on a spring night
The gentle wind sings in dreams
Listen, there is someone far away The sound of footsteps to the end of the world
Someone has returned to his hometown again
If there is a moonlight beside my pillow
I will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight
< p>Just because there is still her beautiful shadow in my heartDancing in my lonely eyes
Every time I look up at the blue sky
The clouds drift towards the sunset
Every time I embrace the dark night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place
I want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Again Afraid that tears will reflect yesterday’s heartbreak
Leave the warm soft bed
But don’t know who is waiting for spring
You are under the bright window
p>
Thinking of spring love
Thinking of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet fragrance of flowers
I am already on the way to wake up< /p>
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart
Forget the spring
Forgotten candlelight for longing
Or lonely hope
1. The grove in the city
Back to green, my grove
Ants and flying insects in the grove
These humble lives come with spring
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling
Use your soft head to break open the door closed by the soil
On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats
Swaying their long beards and bleating
p>Shocked my youth and soul
A black goat walked towards me
With tears of happiness on its face
2. Open the door of spring
I heard the singing of birds
In the city, there are a few primulas
They dare not enter the city< /p>
Only cheering and jumping outside the effect
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel close to them
They are me My friends
They seem to be relatives I met by chance
They are looking for unknown insects
They make friendly sounds to their companions
< p>Out of sight, I fell in love with the sound of birdsIn the singing of birds
I opened the door of spring
3. This spring
My heart is very confused this spring
Sometimes I think of certain tombstones
Sometimes I think of my childhood
My heart is very confused this spring Very messy
The poems of spring have been written by spring
My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas
In this spring
What else can I do
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?