I saw swallows flying from the direction of peach blossoms.
Text/if water is like smoke
I see swallows
Late with spring scenery
The trend of the sky is gentle as a knife.
The cutting season is getting dusty.
Dawn and the moon may be blurred.
Yes, I think so too.
An easy encounter
An old pagoda tree that has been reflecting for 30 years
Empty sleeves, with traces of snow transparency.
Although there is a flower called night.
I can also see the future.
Peach blossoms often bring butterflies.
Meet in the flight of the soul.
A lot of sunshine, with details.
Make the conflict more acute
Perhaps, the sun and the moon can be played at one intersection.
In April, I have a heart that loves you.
We can catch the peach blossoms before they hit the ground.
Marry kapok
Let's peek into the poet's heart.
Write down the excitement from the heart
Extreme spring scenery, April, alleys, kitchen smoke
Put in peach blossoms
Swallow's sight
I saw swallows flying from the direction of peach blossoms.
Close with a shy voice.
Let some guesses about love be unconventional.
As the water ebbs, stones will appear ― the whole thing becomes obvious.
The directness of birds in spring
Text/if water is like smoke
Once buried in the vast grassland
waste
Now the wind has driven them away.
This is a bird's.
Hiding place, or also
Those ants' homes
The gale turned the place upside down.
Just last autumn's grain and harvest.
New grass has grown here.
Many people who care about spring seem to be really there.
Arrive in a hurry overnight
.
Crows who leave early in spring
Talking to a bird parked in a tree.
I can't understand those chirping voices.
It's like breathing with my lungs
Once again, it is completely close to refreshing.
A big tree extends in the direction where you come.
Birds don't fall in panic.
The earth is also sublimated in the turning point.
Silent species
There is a huge explosive force hidden.
In the silence awakened by the sun
Someone gave a cry.
Abrupt, confused, happy, growing up
It's like a fleeting time, and it's light.
Fill the soul and eyes of birds.
sink and rise
Text/spring breeze
Seek escape from the wind.
Silence enveloped the noble city.
Walk on tiptoe
A grain of dust was frightened by the singing of green birds.
Sink into the bottom of the sea and turn flowers into mud
.
No one can tell you.
Where will the drifting boat settle down?
Where will the final destination be transferred?
.
Let yourself be a stone bound and trampled by others.
When the cocoon skin of the years is peeled off layer by layer
Some elasticity follows the footsteps of spring.
High-five with floating clouds
.
If dawn is allowed, the soul will sink into the dust.
The night will catch our ghosts.
If you open the vast, blindly praise.
Our bones will split a barren river.
The warm sunshine in April opens the door to spring.
Taiyinjun
Text/Yu Zhu
Bright and flawless luster
Standing in the dark sky
As white as a girl's breasts.
Another example is in the wild.
.
Every time you show up,
I welcome the end of the day.
When you are from incomplete to complete
The stars disappear in your light.
.
Have you ever lived in a palace?
Have you ever sat on your throne alone?
People gave it to you
How many honors have you won?
I don't want to call you that.
.
It's not that I don't respect you
But I want to be closer to you.
I call you Taiyinjun.
Don't blame me for calling you that.
.
I'm sitting on the stone steps and I just want to talk to you.
Talk about vegetation, talk about women, and talk about the beauty of women.
This has nothing to do with romance,
I stare at you affectionately.
You look at me deeply
Love rickshaw
Text/Xiaoman
My love is riding a rickshaw,
It's too slow,
Sweat has soaked the coachman's shirt,
It's too slow,
Shuttle back and forth in the alley;
How bumpy the road is.
.
Then slow down,
We wore unknown foreign clothes together,
Watching black and white movies,
Go to the suburbs to see the golden wheat waves,
Go back to the city and squeeze in.
The road is so rugged.
My love is on the train, in the car,
When the plane flies by,
Slow and fast.
sakura
Text/Shen
The thoughts hidden in my heart
That was last March.
About sunshine, about spring rain
And the caress of the spring breeze
The myriad tenderness of falling in love.
Indulge in the gurgling stream.
.
Smile as bright as a cloud.
Shake out the charm of the skirt
Not for the country, not for the city
Love only one April.
Show your youth in the spring breeze
Quietly waiting for the seasonal cycle
.
I know the noise of the past
Cold and cheerless after the end of prosperity.
I also know elegance or aloof.
It is the pursuit of poetry and painting.
Since it is the blood of heaven and earth.
You just have to be worthy of heaven and earth.
.
Laughter and sadness.
It is the ink of life.
Maybe it's an understatement.
There is also a throb of joy.
Wait quietly in the moonlight
But April's whispering flowers
Welcome to spring.
Text/cool person
To welcome you.
I warmed grandpa's old wine over and over again.
Will ice and snow be imprisoned in the tail of December?
In March, you finally brushed your finger.
The silhouette through time came to me.
The old city suddenly lost its hustle and bustle and was very warm.
The paper warbler who flew early broke free for you.
White clouds turn into spirits.
.
You kissed every face.
There is no sickle in the world.
Girls in floral skirts don't wear makeup.
With a simple bag
Crossing cities and villages on the moon and stars.
Feel your strength.
You are that ancient love poem.
Has been in the seventh cherry blossom room
rainy season
Art of literature/poetry
Stay in the rainy season in April
You don't have to plan a long trip alone.
Walk along the street and whisper in the evening breeze.
Listen to the soft and long sound while walking.
.
A pinch of rain fell on the smooth slate.
Into a dead river
I opened the only crack in the page.
Catch the heat of cherry blossoms flying.
.
Passing some white trees covered with foam.
The melody in my heart is repeatedly disturbed.
The boat was so old that the lake was cut off.
The distance that dark clouds pass through is too short.
.
It happened to be a foggy path.
Can make me look up at the sky alone
Handfuls of umbrellas squeezed past.
The crowd is still as busy as life.
Green thought
Pears falling like the wind (Xi 'an)
The negatives in spring are green and light green.
They overlap in my heart.
.
Green after rain can put the heart on the leaves.
Feel it and slow down.
.
I am a stranger in this world,
I've been rediscovering myself.
.
Spring can revive birds instantly.
However, the darkness hidden in the sun
Be collected and divided.
In this state, some things can't stand the temptation and fall down willingly.
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pass
Pears falling like the wind (Xi 'an)
Used to be a plagiarist.
It stole the sunshine from the south.
And the rain that started in Grain Rain, and expectations.
.
Farmers, green wheat seedlings
In great prayers,
Plant hope and rainbow in your heart.
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Past events, attempted theft
Gray, becoming a bluer area.
.
The sky in April brings the sunshine closer.
Farmers three thousand miles away.
After the awning, you will become a rookie in the city.
Cities and cities are farther apart.
Soul and soul, getting closer and closer
.
Poets in the north are used to it. At that time,
As beautiful as a mirage in the sky.
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Reading and sleeping poetry club: facing the sea, looking for light with black eyes! Reading and Sleeping Poetry Society takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carrying forward "poetic spirit" as its purpose, that is, pursuing the truth, goodness and beauty, artistic innovation and spiritual pleasure of poetry.