Editor’s note: We can use language to enjoy the beautiful spring, we can use language to weave many ideas, and let our thoughts be expressed through language. Enjoy the poem "The Dimension of Language" below.
Once upon a time, it slipped from the spring branches
Like a flower gently caressed by the spring breeze
Time is like a sad game
Cycling back and forth in different spaces
The spring color pecks at the leaves with its mouth after hibernation
A hook of the crescent moon wakes up the spring night
p>The wine bottle is filled with the fresh sound of wind
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When the spring light is bright
The wind is metal, weaving many ideas
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The spring outing girl comes with folk songs
The time is like tender tofu just out of the pot
The intoxicating scenery washes away the worldly feelings
Time gradually returns to tranquility
The clothes eroded by the wind become much lighter
In the sound of the bell, the fireworks are slowly blooming
Author: Huaibei
p>Public account: East Writing and West Reading Literary Park
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