Poetry in spring 1
Spring regroups again and again.
Many stories reappear in memory.
A little, a drop, added to the rotating wind.
heat up
February is a sentimental season.
Silent footsteps, wind and water.
It will be a piece of trouble, a peach blossom.
Spring breeze willows, peach red Li Bai
In February, in the morning light when the grass grows and the warbler flies.
Brew a glass of spirits
Circle this passionate and elegant season
February drizzle breeds love.
Rippling and surging
The hotbed of attached spring grows.
The charm and brilliance of epiphyllum turned into ephedra.
Poetry of Spring II
Split/open suddenly
The smile of spring,
especially
Smarter.
open one's mouth
Warm spring breeze
Hug you,
let you
The weather is no longer cold.
With a warm heart
Melt you,
I'll be with you.
Tangled and lingering
bright sunshine
Shining on us,
The mountains are green,
The clear water gurgled.
Spring flowers are like shaking,
Hold hands.
Butterflies are dancing,
Inflow in endlessly.
Attachment to flowers.
It's raining,
Beautiful as an illusion,
The shepherd boy points away.
Xinghua village branch
happy
Flying in the blue sky,
There are beautiful white clouds
Hold hands.
The best time
I always feel that the shorter it is,
I hope.
Spring is always
A smiling face.
When the sun goes down,
When the sky is full,
We are wandering.
The raging river.
Prose in spring 1
Early in the morning, outside the window, it was drizzling. The hydrosphere on the ground is deep and shallow, and the grass on the roadside is full of vitality and green. A spring breeze is coming, and the flowers smell delicious. The smell is endless. The spring rain hits the curtains, weaving the biggest water curtain between heaven and earth. Spring rain patting the eaves, spring rain through the flowers. The first rain of spring floated into my room.
Flowers in spring are very common, and the air is filled with the sweetness of stamens. Flowers are like snowflakes. Dancing like countless butterflies. In shyness, the flowers slowly spread out. Affectionate and romantic. In bud, embellish it. The red, yellow and sticky fragrance from the bud makes the little bee linger and buzz. Flowers are drunk by spring rain and fragrance.
By the bridge, under the eaves of the court, next to the stone bench, the guqin is played. The air is particularly fresh and the flowers are particularly fragrant. Fish are swimming around in the lake, red, swimming around for a while. With the fresh air and the singing of birds, the sound of guqin comes to mind. Notes are flying in the air and songs are dancing in the sun.
Butterflies swimming in the dense shade of trees heard melodious songs and flew over. Flowers, purple butterflies, yellow butterflies, big and small, you fly with me and I jump with you. Petals are like the wings of a butterfly, as thin as the wings of a disc. Colorful butterflies on the lawn danced merrily in the spring rain. Butterflies are flying, in this spring rain day.
The spring rain is fragrant, the flowers are drunk, the guqin rings and butterflies fly.
Prose in Spring II
The spring girl who came quietly, the light dance, the fluttering dance skirt.
The sound of spring rain breaking petals. Spring rain sprinkled on the earth, continuous, thin, soft, like wool, such as filaments. Hazy, looming, like smoke and fog, dripping, soft and delicate, taking pictures of petals. Spring breeze floats by, the crisp sound of running water moistens the earth, and everything recovers in spring. The spring rain is lingering, beating the streets, fields and eaves. Spring rain ripples and falls in mid-air, like a bead curtain and a rain curtain. Suddenly, it fell on my face, so cool and pleasant. The spring rain is natural and unrestrained, dripping on the petals, and colorful pearls flicker with the wind.
The sound of water flowing in the spring breeze. Willow leaves sway with the wind and the spring breeze is fragrant. Looking around, it's all red, like Huang Yanyan, like green, and like pink doodle. There are blue waves rippling by the lake, ducks are singing and fish are playing. Fish swam over, red, everywhere. Pushing open the palm of your hand, the spring rain dances at your fingertips with the spring breeze. Spring is so wonderful.
Cheerful scene, in this way, with the duck's cry, the symphony began. The duck is a drummer, the fish is a bass, the bird is a singer, the frog is a conductor, the willow whistles, the cello is played in the spring breeze, and the violin is played in the spring rain, so the symphony in spring begins.
Symphony rings, the sky smiles, the earth shakes, spring breeze, spring rain, trees and rivers all shake gently, and spring scenery is strong.
Willow leaves compete for green ducks by the lake, and the spring breeze and spring rain are strong.
Prose in spring 3
The wind is still a little cold, and it penetrates into the skin from every gap in the clothes. I couldn't help shivering and put my arms around myself, trying to warm myself up. Then through the dim light of the street lamp, it seems that you can see the falling raindrops. It was really raining, and I thought it was tears.
Work overtime every day, and the off-duty time at 6 o'clock is automatically changed to 8 o'clock. It's not too late. It's always bleak to walk home at this time, so I will give up walking more and wave to the road after leaving the office for 5 minutes. You can send me to another place where it is a little warmer.
One day, a time, a moment, it will be like today. When wandering at the crossroads, everything is strange. Not because I am afraid of going the wrong way, but because there is really no way ahead. We are all busy with work. You, me, d, you often travel and don't return to your residence until 2: 30 in the morning. You drink and smoke, and you are happy and sad. You tell me about your situation, and you give me a space to think about your scene and expression. Nearly an hour of phone calls every day, what you can't finish is what you have. I'm talking about the emotional situation that we can't change, so when I cry all the way, you can only choose not to say a word. I guess your sadness, what kind of pictures are being conveyed in your mind when you are sad for me, and I guess one day you will suddenly appear in front of me and warm my heart like a spring breeze. In other words, the body and mind are about to cool down.
Right? No matter how far or how close, we are ultimately far away from cities and cities. There is nothing to do in the face of sadness, or even nothing to say. Listen to me cry quietly, and then you cry in your heart. What should we do? I know I shouldn't ask this question, and I don't want to ask it, and then rot in my heart, chew, digest and corrode myself. Poisoning, you once said that falling in love with me made you addicted like poison. You can't quit You can quit. You quit a long time ago. I'm glad that I'm a bottle of poison, which infringes on you for life and is incurable.
You said today that you had tried your best.
..........
We all worked hard, but nothing changed. So, so what should we do?
There is only work all day, and I have always advised her not to lose herself. Leave some space for yourself, even if the rest is sadness. I know, I know why she is like this, yes, this is not what we want, we have to. Is the best explanation for us. Now, I have joined the ranks. I have no weekend, and I have no concept of time. Go home when you are tired, sleep when you are sleepy, and get up when you wake up. I live such a life full of work, just to have more topics when talking to you on the phone. That's all.
In the rainy season, the weather changes suddenly, forcing myself to adapt to the temperature difference and the long time no see.
However, this spring, this season. Pain grows like weeds.