Chapter 1: "The Poetry of Spring"
A Spring Story
The morning falling into thick fog
Moistens the whole Bird cries in spring
Memories soaked in cries come from smart birds
The cold trumpeting bird holds the tears of winter
Swallows peck at the wet rain The spring mud of apricot blossoms
Each one builds its own fence
Both are for a short spring
It is also inevitable to part ways during the flowering period
The loyal Zigui vomits the beauty of blood
Condensed into seeds of love
Hidden deep in the tomb of happiness
Even if it does not sprout
But it also marks the limited life
What is it, far away...
It is the autumn wind chasing the fallen leaves
It is the spring rain washing Green branches
It is the low footsteps of snow water flowing through the window
It is the slight sigh of poplars passing through the autumn night
What is that, far away' ...
It is the ripples of water
It is the turbulence of the ocean tide
It is the roar of tigers and leopards that tear their livers and gallbladders
It is the hammering of thunder and lightning The sky hits the earth with a flash of light
What is that, far away...
It is the neat ensemble of frogs
It is the monotonous short song of bees
It is the sound of the city's flapping wings
It is the bustling tide of life
What is that, far away...
It's the eardrum Shaking
It is the roar of the waterfall
It is the sparrows talking about the morning in surprise
It is the jackdaws sad farewell to the evening
What is that, Far away...
It is the mechanical beating of life
It is the sparks flying from the anvil
It is the laughter of coal in the fire
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It’s zinc and copper melting together
What is that, far away...
What is it, far away
I am I can't hear clearly in my dream...
Chapter 2: "Spring"
Spring is coming slowly
With coolness and gentleness
< p> The flowers bloomed petal by petalThere was still a smile on the bright red cheeks
The grass was covered with green clothes
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One by one
One by one
It is the green waves in the wilderness
Wandering on the spring path
With the endless tenderness of spring
Endless secret words
Wisps of trembling with the beneficial wind
Stirring the strings of the heart
Ancient songs
attracted the laughter of children...
The footsteps of early spring are still very reserved
It is a tree on the branch A bud
It is a bud in the flower bed
It is the crisp cry of the old swallow returning to spring
The soles of the shoes are filled with thin mud
Birds sing spring poems
The light blue breeze flows through the fingers
The soft rain falls from the head...
Little spring rain
Dancing lightly and gracefully
Spring rain
Soft
Transparent
< p> HarmoniousThe sky is woven into a transparent cloth with this needle-like thing
Spring is coming slowly
With coolness and gentleness
Flowers blooming petal by petal
A smile hangs on the bright red cheeks
Chapter 3: " Spring》
The wind turns green
The rain turns green
Spring wakes up
Jumps into our arms< /p>
The stream that just woke up
didn’t even bother to clear its throat
and scattered the crisp songs
all over the floor
The fruit tree that had just woken up
had not even bothered to grow leaves
but exploded into dazzling splendor
Swallows are the busiest in spring
She is whispering
while using shiny scissors
Carefully cutting new spring clothes
Even though spring sometimes
can still make you feel a little chill
But spring can be so impatient
After all, it turns a depressing winter
Bringing out the gray memories...
Chapter 4: "Spring Breeze"
Let me ask my mother,
What is spring breeze?
Mom pointed out the window,
There were kites in the sky;
Catkins fluttered like snowflakes,
Dandelions looked like a group of little paratroopers;
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The little baby plays with the windmill,
It keeps buzzing and spinning.
"The spring breeze is very naughty,
It is hidden in them."
Chapter 5: "Looking at a Snow in Spring"
Catch the train to spring
Carrying in mind
A sharp knife of the season
Scratching ruthlessly
Restless Buds
The little hands that let the ice crack all winter
Stretch out
Hold the hunting flag
Go chase
A snow in spring
As long as you step on it
The equator in spring
A snow is extremely precious
< p> Dialogue about spring and snowIn a moment
Flow freely
Snowflakes send commands in six directions
p>Sending bursts of moist information
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow
It comes unexpectedly
Late spring cold
Hold on to everyone's love
Look up at the sky
The contact between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
Along the seasons Walking down the slope
Waiting in front of you
Chapter 6: "Spring is coming"
The grass sticks out from the ground
Secretly Tell the snail
Spring called last night
Said he will be here soon
The flower smiled shyly
Gently Tell the butterfly
Spring just sent a telegram
Saying he will come soon
The butterfly tells the bee
The bee tells Dragonfly
Spring is coming
Spring is coming...