Zhang
The spring tide is even at sea level,
The bright moon on the sea, the tide rises and falls.
I drifted thousands of miles,
There is no moonlight by the river.
The river surrounds Fangdian,
The moon shines like graupel on flowers and forests.
The frost is flowing in the air, and you don't want to fly.
You can't see it on the white sand.
There is nothing in the river,
Lonely moon wheel in the sky.
Who sees the moon by the river,
When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life goes on from generation to generation,
Jiang Yue is just about the same every year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue treats,
But see the Yangtze River send water.
The white clouds disappeared,
Qingfengpu has no worries.
Whose boat is flat tonight,
Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Upstairs is poor, wandering around the moon,
You should take the photo away from the dresser.
The jade curtain won't roll up,
Put it back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other.
May China shine on you month by month.
Hongyan flies for a long time without crossing the light,
Fish and dragons jumped into the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers.
Poor Chunban didn't come home.
In spring, the river flows away,
The river beach falls to the west of the moon.
Oblique moon hides sea fog,
Jieshi Xiaoxiang Infinite Road.
I wonder how many people will return home by the moon.
The falling moon shook the trees by the river.
In the small forest of the city
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Push open the door of spring
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Spring this year
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.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Looking at a snow in spring
Catch the spring train.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between Spring and Snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Step on the threshold of spring
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
Lenovo (brand name of computer)
An old buffalo
Eating between buildings
A lawn full of wild flowers
Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.
"moo"
Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads
Wake up the ears of spring from the river.
Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.
Leaves on the ridge of the field
When a person falls down,
Imagine not long ago.
Right here in this land.
This is the old buffalo.
Rumble, mambo
Push
The pace of progress this season
An empty philosopher holding hands.
Make all kinds of gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Put warm colors on the earth.
Turn it over one by one
Will be a cool classical figure.
Tilt heavily in mud waves
Pull and urge
Shares in hand
Against the old farmer
Lenovo (brand name of computer)
An old buffalo
Eating between buildings
A lawn full of wild flowers
Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.
"moo"
Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads
Wake up the ears of spring from the river.
Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.
Leaves on the ridge of the field
When a person falls down,
Imagine not long ago.
Right here in this land.
This is the old buffalo.
Rumble, mambo
Push
The pace of progress this season
An empty philosopher holding hands.
Make all kinds of gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Put warm colors on the earth.
Turn it over one by one
Will be a cool classical figure.
Tilt heavily in mud waves
Pull and urge
Shares in hand
Against the old farmer
Waiting for the sunshine to come.
I guess
On a spring afternoon
Maybe there are many things.
Will be bored
Leaning against the windowsill
Look at the clouds in the distant sky.
It's crowded downstairs
Pedestrians passing by in a hurry
They all look serious.
Witness someone else's
act alone
On one side, the sky is clear.
Lyrical pigeons have beautiful feathers.
Take a pigeon whistle
Sneak in unscrupulously
Between the kite and the breeze
Cast under the awning
A powerful shadow
move
Only irregular strokes are selected.
Traces of thinking
stand someone up
Open feather channel
A bridge in the distance
Wait for a pile
Preferably a bunch.
Return to the sun
check again
Then hug them heartily.
weekend
bicycle; cycling
teeter
Tired of noise
Go to the target
(of troops) move forward.
Boiling liquid
silent
When rape blossoms are in full bloom in spring.
A swarm of bees
As the host
Come in the peak season
Lying smartly in the stamens
From the gap between petals
see with one's own eyes
Dance in the wind
spread
Exhale the depression in the chest
Put ease and comfort.
Stop at
Lailu road
outside the window
Red apricots
Naughtily
Follow the drawn curtains
Break through the wall
A strong fragrance
Mix with brewed wine
Kaori fainted a busload of people.