A photo of Zhang Chun.
It's easy to write an article when the breeze blows gently.
Poplar is tall and straight, willow is green,
As pure as a girl
Her frank face is full of smiles.
Pure green
Take the lead in sketching.
Crisp birdsong
But who awakened Early Spring and Xuan?
The appearance of shame aroused the throb of life.
Clouds spread to the horizon.
Germination and gradual awakening have eased many stories in the world.
Listen attentively and quietly.
Can there be a declaration of life in Jin Sheng Yu Zhen?
Long-lost relaxation,
Why are your eyes avoiding mine?
Looking back, a whole new space.
Without words, there is a feeling of peace.
The old impulse jumped up again.
Those sleepless moonlight, thin
In a flash, the spring breeze blows across your face.
Fang Fei Tian Tian
Looking at Taolin,
Pull up the burning touch
Why not let go of the sadness of the past?
Throw it back in time.
The frozen winter in Wan Li is dusty!
Early Spring Modern Poetry 2: Beekeepers
People with mountains and rivers in spring are chasing flowers and chasing water.
Wandering in the green ocean, dissolved in bright water drops.
Pass the time with birdsong.
Seemingly lonely, but with different experiences.
Keep your heart clean and free from noisy impurities.
Footprints overlap with stories.
Silence. Silence. Listen to the whispers of nature elves
Every spring is as quiet as a virgin, shy but emotional.
strong
Scenery is like a page, and fairy tales follow.
Migration. Flowers and rain are colorful. Inner emptiness
Worms sing morning songs and evening songs every day.
Looking up at the starry sky, every star will smile.
A gloomy landscape poet
Never expressed it
Simple expression of love on earth
It's raining sleet
Both are water, but in different forms.
Reaching the ground: Rain seeps into the ground and snow covers the ground.
Bud is restless in the distance.
The wind is mixed with rain and snow.
A teenager is holding an umbrella.
Help the white-haired old man stumble.
Take two steps and stop.
The wind is blowing in rotation, and the umbrella is looking for the best shelter angle.
One day, the old will be separated for a while.
The existence of yin and yang
Pour out affection, only in dreams.
An old man looked out from the balcony.
White hair. Eyes full of longing and yearning.
Is the jumping flame burning your beautiful years?
In spring, the warm wind outside the window combs my thoughts.
A few birds are twittering about their love.
The grass is bright green.
Standing there with a serious face.
A canyon face hides the wind and rain.
It's rough inside.
It seems that I am just young and romantic, and the sunset glow has dyed the sky red.
The blooming flowers are full of fragrance.
Fading is a flash.
No one can stop it.
A little girl in a pink shirt tripped.
Your face twitches unconsciously.
The feeling of deja vu swept through my heart.
This little girl may or may not be your granddaughter.
Zaochen
Fog. How many days is it foggy?
I walked through this green land, all white.
Occasionally, the fog clears and the morning is bright.
A brand-new scene appeared before my eyes.
I feel strange, as if I have never walked here.
Very surprised. Turn to confusion
I haven't read Jing Lu's mind yet.
Has been hidden without a trace.
When I become a blank in this scene forever
What's the point of being foggy or sunny?
slag
Suddenly, two silent birds became excited.
A grass in the east and a stick in the west, get busy.
In just a few days, there was a newly married couple's nest in the tree.
Endless warmth and affection.
Chase and play in the trees and enjoy the spring.
Several eggs of love have fallen into the nest and hatched together.
Birds hatch, and the sound of hunger surrounds their parents.
Big bird is busy all day, and dare not neglect to look for food.
The full-fledged birds leave their nests and go their separate ways.
The big bird with dull feathers is very thin and lives alone in an empty nest.
I stand under the tree.
Look back at the empty bird's nest in the tree
Watch a young couple play with the children for a while.
There is a heavy feeling in my heart.
white jade
How lonely. In the early spring in the north, I spit green.
It's raining and the cold wind is still biting.
Open your heart regardless of your temper.
The mountain flowers in my hometown have already bloomed.
The land here has just warmed up and sprouted.
The light of plain Leng Yan broke the inherent order.
Is it nostalgic to drive in the wind?
Free and easy, natural, not flaunting, not declaring.
Transparent raindrops hit the clean petals.
Splash a little sadness
How many latitudes have you crossed and come to a strange land?
Stubborn growth, not adapted to the environment
A flock of swallows flew by whispering. Any old friends send messages?
chick chick
The furry chicken is in town.
Dyed red, pink and green.
They are tightly packed in the laundry list.
Crying lonely and cold, crossing the busy street
Many children hold hands with adults.
Look, choose and compare around the laundry list.
Once the chicks are brought home,
You have a different destiny.
Passing by, I suddenly remembered the labor market.
Those anxious, helpless, helpless eyes
My heart sank. I turned up my collar and hurried by.
winter jasmine
The golden horn jumped on the branch.
Opened in that man's cold heart for a long time.
Light music full of sadness pervades the surroundings shallowly.
Like a dream, shuttle under the eaves of reality.
Standing under the busy branches, she remembered her simple childhood.
I remembered the youth that the wind blew the willows and floated on her.
Those excited eyes that look at me
The magpie called three times calmly overhead.
The lost spring has returned to her heart.
A bouquet of golden winter jasmine was pinned to a pale bun.
Spring, how heavy it is