1. "Pushing open the door of spring"
I heard birds chirping
In Chengxiao, there were a few primulas
< p>They dare not enter the cityThey only cheer and jump outside the effect
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel close to them
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They are my friends
They seem to be relatives I met by chance
They are looking for unknown bugs
They send kisses to their companions The sound of harmony
Out of the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds
In the contention of birds
I pushed open the door of spring
2. "Waiting for the Sunshine to Come Over"
I think
On a spring afternoon
There may be many things
Everyone will be bored
Leaning alone on the window sill
Looking at the clouds rolling in the distant sky
The crowded downstairs
Hustle and bustle Pedestrians
They all had serious expressions
Seeing others
Acting alone
The sky was clear on one side
A lyrical pigeon with beautiful feathers
Holding a pigeon whistle
Gliding unscrupulously between the kite and the breeze
The sky Cast from below
A vigorous shadow
Movement
Only choose irregular strokes
Traces of thinking< /p>
Hitch up the dove
Use the spread feathers to lead
The bridge in the distance
Wait for a bunch
It’s best to be a ray of sunshine
Long-lost sunshine
Run over
And then embrace it heartily
3. "Stepping into Spring" The threshold of "
The last snow
And the tree tops outside the window
Looking into the distance
The branches drooped and sighed
The spraying mist
Drops into the yearning for spring
A quietly arched out
The buds of the frozen soil
Knocking lightly on the door of the earth
The carefree wandering sparrow
With a squeak
Disappeared in the ice
Cracked Behind the tree trunk
Enjoying love
The light kite in the suburbs
Driving the boat of the season
Lyrically all the way
Arriving at the territory of spring
The road is still muddy
Occasional pedestrians
Turn up the collar
Shut the cold out< /p>
And inside the spring door
The sun is shining
4. "This Spring"
My heart is very confused this spring
I think of certain tombstones for a while
I think of my childhood for a while
My heart is very confused this spring
The poems of spring have been filled with spring
My poem is the grass blades and flower crowns of spring
In this spring
What else can I do
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
5. "The Grove in the City"
Returning to green, my grove
In the grove Ants and flying insects
These humble lives come with spring
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling
With their soft heads Breaking open the gate closed by the soil
On the grassland of the grove, I saw a group of goats
swinging their long beards and bleating
vibrating My youth and soul
A black goat, walking towards me
With tears of happiness on its face