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Flowers bloom in spring.
In the fiery red sun
Listen, that's the song of a bird.
They knocked at the door in surprise.
The first door in spring
White clouds bring warm thoughts.
Long-lost greetings
Brought us new year's greetings.
Those heavy laughter.
Just like mom and dad's hands, full of labor and harvest.
A glass of hard liquor.
Full of homesickness
Get me drunk on a windy morning.
Wandering wanderer
I quickened the pace of going home.
The girl I love
Long time no see.
Like a trembling spider web in my hometown.
Silently grew into a cocoon
I want to leave while the spring breeze is still early.
So I can ask my beloved girl.
Love, will she bloom in this spring?
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The clear wind is blowing from a distance.
There is a girlish smell there.
Whispering with wild lilies
Instant bloom
Green, lover's arm.
Twist gently and hug you.
Striking the strings of spring
The distance between seasons is so strong that it is irresistible.
As the earth breeds hope.
On New Year's Day, I met the villagers.
Talk about past gains
Calculate 365 days and solar terms.
Speaking of spring
Everyone's eyes opened again.
At that time, corn was strung under the eaves.
Huang Chengcheng's exultation
The whole house is floating around, making people feel scared.
Feel excited and practical
So I somehow remembered.
A snowy day many years ago
Family photos taken by relatives at home.
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Touch the first drop of dew
Spread out, it is colorful.
The snow and ice in the north have melted.
Trees in the south spit green.
In the ticking sound of cars
Along the way, it was a spring wedding.
Happiness is destined to come in life.
Where will you wake up?
Listen to the sacred song
Everything in front of me is beautiful.
Something convenient to touch.
Love at first sight is like poetry and water.
Then get pregnant sweetly in spring.
But I will still think of that village.
A village located in a field.
Fly in the direction of the river
Is it a breeze that keeps blowing?
Let me look around.
A little girl who just grew up
She stood at the intersection of her house to meet her.
With the gesture of spring flowers.
I dedicate this poem of blessing to you.
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The New Year is a seed,
Through the emotional village,
Keep your chest close to the ground.
In the warm season,
Light the dry flame of spring,
Shine mother's silver hair.
Small body, filled with grand spring!
One after another, the sound of jointing is a string of notes full of spring breath.
The new bell has not rung yet,
Mom has been waiting at the window,
Pray for the children.
Sunshine is like a hidden flower,
Can you hang your beautiful heart in a lamp as a gift for your return trip? Only the longing for the Spring Festival is still engraved in my mother's heart. ...
The happiness of the New Year starts from the magpie nest in front of the village.
A nursery rhyme humming in a low voice radiates around,
Fluffy feathers warm wandering eyes.
Touch my hometown in my dream,
My fingers are like a green wheat seedling.
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The sun stands at a new starting line, ready to go.
And the moonlight hides in the corner and chews the thoughts of a year.
Let all my blessings not touch the lost time.
Those crops swaying in the sun are the particles that the sun gives life to.
Teach human beings to support themselves through work.
Mother, you raised your children with grains and taught us to be grateful for the source of life.
When the new year comes, I will also put food in front of the children and teach them to recognize these beautiful sacred objects.
Let them carve the grain in their newly developed and increasingly full hearts.
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The New Year is a red lantern,
Who's carrying it,
Walking into the village,
Knock on those warm lintels?
On New Year's Eve, when the whole family was reunited, mother suddenly blurted out:
Purple swallows cut through the spring breeze, magpies chirp; Red plum smells sweet, and children and grandchildren are like flowers.
At that time, my mother's expression was simple and vivid, and no one could describe it; The rhythm of folk songs is simple and wonderful, and no one can capture it.
Up to now, whenever I think of that new year, the laughter of the milk magpie will hatch on the tree; Warm blessings will float in the yard; In the field, there is spring rain, splashing the children's happy and thick vision; A string of corn under the eaves is like firecrackers, exploding the happy and frank time of farmers.
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The spring breeze has opened up a magnificent avenue for the New Year.
Don't need too many words to describe once hard and sweet;
You don't need too much aftertaste, you can feel the twists and turns and dullness you have experienced.
You see, the spring is bright, the birds are singing, and the bright sunshine spreads its golden wings across the city sky and flies to the earth and endless mountains.
Look, the warm spring breeze, the wave of reform, such as the water of the Yellow River, is surging, crossing the city wall, heading for the earth and the beautiful countryside.
Without the encouragement of the breeze,
Can mom work in such a light posture?
Without the moisture of rain and dew,
Are the auspicious songs of the New Year still so fresh?
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The New Year is accompanied by a poem.
Combine the rhythm of songs with the lightness and harmony of dance,
Every day of my mother is lyrical and full of vitality.
Let the language of spring shine green.
There is a cowhide show in the New Year.
Knead boiling sweat with the hardships of survival,
Make every dream of my mother rich and wonderful,
Let the tide of life render the life in urban and rural areas.
A photo came in the New Year.
Combine inner happiness with longing for the world outside the mountain,
Print the four seasons cultivated by my mother beautifully,
Let the warm sunshine kiss the fragrance of the earth.