Let the sun shine in.
The sun warms under the wall.
Grandma sits on it.
I started sewing comfortably.
There's nothing to mend now.
Grandma strung the sun one by one.
Hanging on the chest, fiery red
As red as fire
Father moved the sunshine to the leeward threshing floor.
Weave the laundry list with the old cow.
The ox chewed the past calmly.
Looking at the distance leisurely.
Father weaves spring on the laundry list.
seem
Walking with a cow on a mountain ridge full of flowers
Mother wrapped the warm sunshine with a wooden comb.
Comb, comb time.
From hair combs to sideburns cream.
Sort out the days
Tea combed with rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
Comb and grow up one by one.
Winter is very cold.
There is also warmth.
Snow, when it should.
The yard is full of sunshine after the snow.
Warm Yang Modern Poetry 2 1
Hiding in a quiet corner,
The early winter sky,
At first glance, it is blue.
He slipped his heart over the wind tip,
The only dead leaf fragment on the branch,
Talk to each other and ask each other questions.
Where will we land tomorrow,
Will it be mixed with a snowstorm?
Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau in winter,
Is a good neighbor of Snow Girl.
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I would like to pay tribute to this heavy snow,
Write down sounds like leaves,
Quiet, free and loving.
If it's a shop on the corner.
Met a nice girl,
Warm scarf, touching eyes.
I'm willing to put gloves on her,
There is a trace of emotion in my diary,
Don't doubt that I don't love her.
three
Facing the rapid north wind,
Go to the top of the mountain,
Looking for the promise I made.
Trembling, lonely, hazy,
Wan!
Don't show your big white teeth,
I'm used to smiling alone,
You have thousands of years.
I'm just a little ant,
Crawling on the edge of time,
Dare not forget to move on.
four
When the snow in Nanshan melts,
Girl, be my lover.
Go to the fields in spring,
Pick a red flower for you.
Walking hand in hand through the good spring willow bank,
You'll be surprised to find that,
My dream has sprouted.
My world is no longer quiet.
There is another hand in the corner,
Touch my vicissitudes,
Built a "warm hut" of love,
Girl, everything there is yours.
Warm Yang Modern Poetry 3 Buds Laugh in Spring, which is warm and harmonious.
After the bacon was finished, a series of sunny days appeared in the warm and cold days.
Sparrows' wings are shining with the radian of sunshine, and golden sunshine scatters spring scenery all over the floor.
The sky is blue, the distant mountains are green, and the fields are full of noisy joy.
Pull a few rays of spring, wave in your hands and laugh in the sun.
Observe the blooming of a tree and lock the subtle words of spring.
Under my smiling gaze, you bloom quietly.
In spring, you become a thousand-handed Guanyin, and every hand looks up at the sun.
I stare at your budding heart in the sun, waiting for your blooming moment.
I'm listening to you cry. Listen attentively.
The strong voice of youth is surging in your blood, breaking through the imprisonment of winter.
As long as you spread the language of sunshine, your flowering period will gently open.
Flowers bloom in your youth and mine.
That kind of beauty is destined to bloom in spring, swaying between heaven and earth and in the spring breeze.
That charming smiling face is your flowery youth.
Your beauty embellishes the sounds of green mountains and green waters, and also magnifies the poetry of my life.
Words flow with the breath of youth and life blooms with your youth.
In your blooming youth, think about the romance in March and the enthusiasm in April.