Poems praising spring, poems praising spring.

1, "Hope for Spring": Winter waved again and again, and the position changed into white clothes, and the artillery and I also changed into seasonal camouflage. In the days when the north wind blows tighter and tighter, the whiteness of snowflakes is a good material, and silence is also a normal state. Occasionally, on the day of running, every post squeezed out a faint smile, and I could see it in the bitter smile.

In fact, silence itself is also a disguise. The position has stolen the seeds of spring and covered it in my arms. It is enough to have the body temperature of me and the cannon. Just hug it tightly and cover it carefully, so as not to let it beat out and stretch, and dye its position green.

Dyeing the position red will disturb the order of seasons. In this case, spring can only sprout temporarily and grow quietly on the battlefield. Long ears and eyes first, listen to whether the peace in the distance is still there, and see if the distance is still smoke. Well, grow up quietly. In the coldest days, the spring on the battlefield never fades.