Classical modern poems of the Spring Festival
At the corner of the new year, a wisp of spring breeze cast golden curls; On New Year's Eve and Spring Festival, a string of birdsong drops out notes; A wisp of fluffy sunshine jumped into the windowsill and a lazy bed rose in the bedroom. The eyelashes of the Spring Festival are full of brilliance, flashing in front of the mirror raised by the sea; Festival eyes, chewing the rhythm, shaking the crystal shadow, smiling. A faint floral fragrance will be comfortable on the hair; The brush is bright and bright, dyeing the desire on the face; Light makeup makes Fanghua colorful. You can show it by dipping in a fresh inkstone? , the writing is warm; Cook a furnace of blessings, hold a fragrant lamp and invite the New Year.
This is an ancient festival, which is more sacred than any other festival. You see, it's still that season or that day, but it's not raining anymore. I miss you, crying ... the rain falls gently, forming a water curtain on my forehead, and spring has arrived. I wonder if I can remember the shepherd boy and the continuous spring rain in the distance, and I don't know how many lights have been broken. Continuous spring rain, I don't know how much rain it rained on Qingming.
I hope I can help you.