1.
Author: Jin Bo
The sun shines through the branches and leaves;
dyed with a light green color;
wind, whistling;
gently slide over the leaves.
air flowing into the forest;
it also becomes sweet and soft.
therefore, on every tree;
birds' songs are hung.
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2. Dream of Spring
Author: anonymous
I like it?
dream in spring; It's called a dream of spring. ?
I'm trying to dream about you; But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow over when I wake up; I heard that this is done; Will the dream come true? . ?
in this dreamy spring; I tossed and turned; Sleepless on a lonely pillow.
3. Open the door of spring?
Author: Anonymous
I heard birds chirping. ?
in the city; There are several spring birds;
they dare not go into the city;
only cheer and jump outside the classroom;
they are as simple as farmers in the countryside;
let me sprout a kind of closeness;
They are my friends.
It's like a relative I happened to meet;
They are looking for unknown bugs;
make a friendly voice to your partner;
outside of school, I fell in love with the sound of birds;
in the contention of birds; I pushed open the door of spring.
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4. Autumn
Author: He Qifang?
The morning dew fell,
The sound of logging tinkled out of the valley.
put down the sickle that has eaten too much rice fragrance.
Use a basket to hold the rich fruits and vegetables in the bamboo fence. ?
I live in a farmhouse in autumn. ?
spread a round net over the cold fog on the river.
put away the shadow of cypress leaves like herring. ?
the reed canopy is full of frost.
gently shake the small oars that have been moored. ?
autumn games are played on fishing boats. ?
the grass field is wider and wider with the sound of crickets. ?
because the stream has dried up, the stones have become clearer. ?
where is the flute on the cow's back?
that flute hole full of summer night fragrance and heat? ?
autumn dreams are in the eyes of shepherdess.
5. This Spring
Author: Anonymous
This spring, my heart is in a mess
I think of some tombstones for a while
I think of my childhood for a while
This spring, my heart is in a mess
Spring poems have been filled with spring poems
My poems are leaves of grass and crowns in spring.