Poems of spring
One person’s story of spring
The morning falling into the thick fog
The birdsong that moistens the entire spring< /p>
Memories soaked in cries come from smart birds
The cold trumpet bird holds the tears of winter in its mouth
The swallow pecks at the spring mud of the rain-wet apricot blossom< /p>
Each build their own barriers
Both are for a short spring
It is also inevitable to part ways during the flowering period
The loyal Zigui vomited blood The beauty of love
Condensed into seeds of love
Hidden deep in the tomb of happiness
Even if it does not sprout
But it still Marked the limited life
What is that, far away... What is that, far away...
It is the autumn wind chasing the fallen leaves
Is it the spring rain washing the green branches
Is it the low footsteps of the snow flowing through the window
Is it the slight sigh of the poplars passing through the autumn night?
What is that, far away...
It is the waves of water
It is the turbulence of the sea tide
It is the split liver of a tiger and leopard The gut-wrenching roar
Is it the flash of thunder and lightning striking the sky and the earth?
What is that, far away...
It is the neat ensemble of frogs
It is the monotonous short song of bees
It is the vibration of the city The sound of wings
Is it the bustling tide of life?
What is that, far away...
It is the shaking of the eardrums
It is the roar of the waterfall
It is the sparrows talking in surprise Morning
Is it the jackdaw's sad farewell to the dusk?
What is that, far away...
It is life beating mechanically
It is the sparks flying from the anvil
< p>Is it the laughter of coal in the fireIs it the melting of zinc and copper?
What is that, far away...
What is it, far away
I couldn’t hear clearly in my dream...
< p>Han Tongfang in springThe wind turns green
The rain turns green
Wake up in spring
Push into our arms
The creek that just woke up
before clearing its throat
scattered the crisp song
All over the place
The fruit trees that had just woken up
had not even bothered to grow leaves
but burst into flames
with dazzling splendor< /p>
Swallows are most busy in spring
While whispering
while using shiny scissors
carefully tailoring new spring clothes< /p>
Spring can still make you feel a little chilly sometimes
But spring can be so impatient
After all, it turns a depressing winter< /p>
Bringing out the gray memories...
Miss Chun
Ai Qing
Miss Chun is here——
Does anyone know where she came from?
I know!
I know!
She is from the south.
She came here a few days ago.
This good news was told to me by Yanzi.
Have you ever seen her?
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
she is more beautiful than me,
her eyes are watery,
a braid like this long!
Her feet were bare,
the trouser legs were rolled up on her knees;
on her arms,
hanging Bold willow basket.
She crossed the river
Walk slowly on the beach,
She lowered her head and sang softly,
That The sound is like a river flowing...
Seeing her appearance,
Everyone will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Anyone will be happy.
In her big willow basket,
it was filled with many things——
Red flowers, green grass,
And there are golden seeds.
She hung the flowers on the trees,
and spread the grass on the ground;
scattered the seeds in the field,
Let them grow green seedlings
She walked on the fields,
The cows looked up,
The calves were jumping,< /p>
The big lamb was bleating...
She came to the village,
Every household was happy,
There were fruit orchards one after another ,
They all opened their doors to welcome;
Those pools,
were polished;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
sing all kinds of songs,
Each bird said:
"My heart is so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
sing all kinds of songs,
Every bird They all said:
"My heart is so happy!"
Only those ducks,
cannot fly or sing,
They stood blankly,
flapping their wings and laughing...
They said: "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
It would be great if you came!
We can’t sing, hahaha..."
The wind shakes the green branches of the tree,
Water has bleached the duck’s feathers.
I have been looking forward to it all winter.
Look, spring has arrived!
Let us put on spring clothes,
like birds put on new feathers,
fly through the woods, fly up the hills,
There is spring laughter everywhere.
I saw the first butterfly flying,
It pulled my feet;
I caught it happily,
Let it go lovingly.
When I see the first daisy bloom,
I can’t help but jump for joy,
Little flower, do you still recognize me?
Look how much taller I have grown!
Go to the branch where last year’s leaves fell,
wait for it to spit out new green buds;
then wake up the sleeping stream,
< p>Listen to it singing and run with itWhen I am tired from walking, I lie down on the field,
The bright sun shines above my head.