Chapter One: "Poetry in Spring"
Conte de printemps
One morning in a dense fog
Moistened the birds singing all spring.
Memories soaked in songs come from clever birds.
Hao Han Byrd holds the tears of winter.
Swallows pecked up the spring mud of rainy apricot flowers.
Build your own barriers.
It is a short spring.
It is also inevitable to leave at flowering stage.
Loyalty, Zigui's beauty of vomiting blood.
Condensed into the seeds of double suicide.
Deep in the grave of happiness
Even if it doesn't sprout.
But it also marks a limited life.
What is that? Is it far? ...
It's autumn wind chasing leaves.
It was the spring rain that washed the green branches.
It is the low footsteps of snow flowing through the window.
It is the poplar that sighs slightly in the autumn night.
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is spray
This is the surging tide.
It's the roar of butch.
It's the flash of lightning hitting the sky and the ground.
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is a monotonous short song of bees.
This is the sound of the city flapping its wings.
This is the trend of life.
What is that? Is it far? ...
It's the jitter of the eardrum
This is the roar of the waterfall.
It is the sparrow who talks about the morning in surprise.
It was Western jackdaw in the west who said goodbye to dusk sadly.
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is the mechanical beating of life.
It's a spark on the anvil
This is the laughter of coal in the fire
Zinc and copper are melted together.
What is that? Is it far? ...
What is it? Is it far?
I can't hear clearly in my dream. ...
Chapter 2: Spring
Spring is coming slowly.
Calm and gentle
These flowers open in the form of petals.
Brilliant red cheeks are still smiling.
The grass is covered.
Green dress
one by one
gradually
It is the green wave on the vilen.
Wandering on the path in spring.
With the endless tenderness of spring
Endless secret language
Trembling with huifeng.
the hearts connect with string
An ancient ballad
It attracted the laughter of the children. ...
The pace of early spring remains.
It is a bud on a branch.
It is a bud in the flower bed.
It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.
Thin mud hits people's soles.
Birds are singing spring poems.
A light blue breeze flows through your fingers.
Soft rain falls from my head. ...
A spring rain
Dance lightly and gracefully
spring rain
soft
transparent
Harmonious
The sky uses this needle-like thing
Weave into transparent cloth
Spring is coming slowly.
Calm and gentle
These flowers open in the form of petals.
Brilliant red cheeks hung with a continuous smile.
Chapter 3: Spring
The wind turned green.
The rain turned green.
Wake up in spring
Throw yourself into our arms
A newly awakened stream.
I haven't cleared my throat yet
Just play those crunchy songs
Scatter all over the floor
The fruit tree that just woke up
I haven't paid attention to growing leaves yet
It exploded.
The dazzling brilliance of clouds
Swallows are very busy in spring.
She is whispering.
While using shiny scissors
Carefully tailored new clothes for spring.
Spring, though sometimes.
It will still make you feel a little cold.
Spring can be impatient.
After all, turning a depressed winter
Arouse the memory of ashes ...
Chapter Four: Spring Breeze
I'll ask mom,
What is spring breeze?
Mom pointed out the window,
There are kites in the air;
Catkin flies like snowflakes,
Dandelions are like little paratroopers;
Little dolls play with windmills,
Buzzing.
"Spring breeze is very naughty,
Hide in it. "
Chapter 5: "Facing a Snow in Spring"
Catch the spring train.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between Spring and Snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
Look at the sky with a headshot.
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Chapter 6: "Spring is coming"
Grass sticks out from the ground.
Secretly tell the snail
Spring called last night.
Said he would come soon.
The flowers smiled shyly.
Speak softly to the butterfly
A telegram just came in spring.
Said he would come soon.
Butterflies tell bees.
Bees tell dragonflies
Spring is coming
Spring is coming ...