Author: Zhao Jun
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 2 step into the threshold of spring
Author: Li Yi
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
Step 3 "Go for an outing"
Author: qi zhou
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
4. Lenovo (brand name of computer)
Author: Wu Jun
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.
ponder
murmur
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