1, "error" Zheng Chouyu
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
The east wind won't come.
The catkins in March can't fly
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sound is silent.
The spring curtain in March has not been opened.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee.
It's a passerby
2. "Spring" Mu Dan
The green flame is swaying on the grass, and he is eager to hug you, flower.
Facing the earth, flowers stretch out. When the warm wind blows, it is trouble or joy.
If you are awake, open the window and see how beautiful this garden is.
Under the blue sky, what is puzzled by the eternal mystery is our closed body for 20 years.
Like the song of a bird made of mud, you are lit, but there is nowhere to turn.
Ah, light, shadow, sound and color are all naked and painful, waiting to reach out and enter a new combination.
3. In spring, ten Haizi Haizi
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half is used for the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
4, "Sweating in Spring" Mu Xin
The gentle cold wind is coming.
Psychological timidity
Same season
There was a river at that time.
Riverside architecture
Looking at the fields by the window
Willow bushes and bamboo forests
Smoke rose from the farmhouse.
We are in bed.
It's not evening yet.
There is always someone playing the flute in the country.
We are poor.
Only one is young.
We are in bed.
There is too much wind in the eaves.
Affectionate and sweet
Flute in the dark
Fragrant and hot sweat body
We are in bed.
A cabin is like a boat.
Willow branches beat against the windowsill.
Reed, reed
Rain, we rain
Ran Ran Changming Yuanjiang Shipping Company.
The vastness of the prosperous world
We are simple.
We are in bed.
5, "My Spring" Gu Cheng
Muchuwai
Level my cultivated land.
My little yak
My single share plough
A small group of grandchildren
Walk along the fence
Sky blue petals
Start bending
Dew is afraid.
Wet a memory.
Frightened waxbill
Look at the celestial pole
I'm going to work.
Choose the seeds of your dreams.
Let them shine in your hands.
All scattered in the water.
6, "Spring Complaint" Zhou Yunpeng
Spring, blame the people on the road.
All hibiscus flowers and Chinese milk vetch, snow-white horse teeth chewing grass, stars chewing dead souls in the dark.
In spring, blame strangers.
Silly children spread out their exercise books, female teachers entered menopause, and old porters dozed off, as heavy as death.
In spring, blame people who have no soul.
Blame me me for not flowering, not flourishing, rotting and soulless.
7, "Spring or Dream" Rilke
I met you in spring or in my dream.
Now we walk through autumn together, you hold my hand and cry.
Are you a crying cloud or a red petal? Not necessarily.
I thought: You used to be very happy.
In spring or in dreams.
8.Shuntaro Tanikawa in Spring
Along the lovely suburban tram
There are white houses with music and ceramics.
There is an attractive walking path.
No one got on or off the bus.
Field station
Along the lovely suburban tram
However, I also saw it.
Chimney in nursing home
Under the cloudy sky in March
The tram slowed down.
I let instant fatalism
Have the scent of plum blossoms.
Along the lovely tram.
Except in spring.
no entrance
9. "Spring" Shuntaro Tanikawa
white cloud
Climb to the top of the flower
Deep sky
Climb above the white clouds
On the flowers
Above the white clouds
Across the sky
I keep climbing.
Sometime in spring.
Me and God
whisper
10, "Spring, let's travel to the orchard" Rumi.
In pomegranate flowers
There is light, wine and pomegranate flowers.
If you don't come, all this is meaningless.
If you come, all this will become meaningless.