At eight o'clock, the sun shone from the side.
It's a spring morning
I stood in front of Hongyun Hotel.
Enjoy the occasional bird walk.
The air is fresh and uncovered.
If sunshine is just a carefree child.
So the past few years
How can I bury my childlike innocence?
A man walked into the square.
He is very proud.
Take, for example, the dream of rising to the top.
Sunshine is so close to warmth.
Two women walked over.
They are very happy.
A brisk and high-profile pace
In the voice of an oriole
Pour out a spring of cosmetics.
The new fashion of the season.
Three children are gone.
They are very happy.
Use the language of sound and action.
Arrange the whole weekend
There is still 10 minute break.
Countless cars come and go.
They are surging
The wind kisses all over the body.
It also sends out seductive and deadly charming songs.
After watching everything, 8: 00 15.
The sun is still slanting.
I squinted at it.
It squinted at me, too.
And the shadow secretly pulled the dragon.
Put your head into the threshold of spring prematurely.
The first rain
The first rain in spring
Quietly falling into the depths of midnight dreams
Shy mystery
It was a girl whose veil fell in the dark.
The drum skin of the earth
A mallet knocked on the water on the roof.
The first time I woke up was in the Peach Blossom Forest in March.
Two whispers called two swallows returning to the south.
Didn't open his eyes.
The branches and leaves of the tree are on the lips
Intimate secrets.
Their heads are getting longer and longer.
Read the new gospels
Don't close your ears and listen.
A wisp of wind rises in the breathing room.
The grass dances purely towards the sun.
Pour out the sweetness of a new life
When the girl put away the sound of combing her hair
The calm farewell of the first rain was so affectionate.
When the sun hangs a rainbow on the mountain again
Those dreams about spring didn't wake up
How beautiful
Get dressed for a new day.
Let's start a new trip as soon as possible.
The new travel will usher in a new season.
Go out to the horizon of Qianshan Mountain.
You can catch a green spring field.
Walking on a new day
The sky is transparent.
Eyes are transparent.
Some colors fade in sleep.
Life is transparent.
The road is clean.
The feet are clean.
Some dust on the threshold has been trampled off.
The past is behind us and tomorrow is in front of us.
It is clean.
The plants are very fresh.
It smells fresh.
The dew washed away some dust.
Blood and limbs are also fresh.
The stream is cheerful.
A cheerful throat.
Some pain flows away with the fallen flowers.
The humming song is cheerful.
The traffic is heavy.
The heart beats faster.
Some trails were opened in the19th century.
Life is like being on the highway.
Forever, ever, ever.
In this land.
A forest is thriving again.
They stood where they were.
Show pride to the world
A meadow is going to turn green again.
They swayed happily in the breeze.
Carry forward the tradition and be bold and gentle to human beings.
A group of kind people began to cultivate again.
They plow in March and sow in April.
Prove to another generation that sweat and harvest are equal.
Who says silence is a quiet death?
When the seeds are sown
After waiting for a storm
Break through the ground overnight
Who says that labor is stupid and clumsy?
When it is golden, the smell of rice comes to the nose.
It has trained another generation to explore.
I saw the place where I walked.
Another group of children wearing red scarves.
Repeatedly chasing and singing
I'll put up with it
The massiness of life endowed by the land.
Where predecessors walked or fell.
Stand up or run like a tree.
Land, this dear land
I am the son of a farmer.
I love you like the mountains and rivers in my hometown.
Forever young
I love you as much as I love my hometown.
Fatal intimacy
The bud of a poem
The bud of a poem
After I finished writing this poem last night.
In my happy dream
When I open my eyes.
The grass below is soft.
White clouds are soft.
Close your eyes, I can smell it.
The scent of some flowers is approaching.
Sunshine is written in this poem.
The sunshine at eight o'clock
Come in through the window
With a cordial warmth.
A flock of soaring eagles
Spread my vision to the world.
There is water in this poem.
Water that is gone forever.
I am also forgetful when the bank echoes.
A row of women dressed in customs clothes condensed their youth with songs.
I am the clothes in that hand.
Squeeze the juice of happiness
The poem also mentions the wind.
They come from far away and go to the future.
Some dreams are green and reflected on the shore.
Intentionally or unintentionally, waiting for a few fish to come and bite.
So the arrival of spring.
Let a poem begin to sprout.
The germination of a poem opens a spring.
Lying in the field during the day.
My body grows butterfly wings.
Prepare for a drunken flight
6 imaginary love
You are still standing at the window classically.
Staring at the gloomy winter.
Some fishing lines are slipping gently.
The desolation that creeps into your field of vision.
I came back from a distant place.
In the catkin-like future of February
I laughed away.
Resolutely spread out the sadness in my heart.
At that time, I was arrested for being on you.
Lost a pair of eyes and was knocked down by a stone.
Bow to you like a gift of love
You suddenly laughed.
The ice on the river began to break happily.
I shouted that the cuckoo was in bloom.
It's on the balcony in the distance.
I want to take it off and crown you.
You are a tree with a sharp turn and a slight inclination.
Dingding Dongdong
How urgent is the dance of high heels?
East Ding Dong Ding
How beautiful it is to wait.
Just waiting for you to run downstairs
I gently untied your fat cotton skirt.
Run to the distant spring side by side with you.
I will tell you with my hands:
This is the first breeze of soft and warm spring.