My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
2. In the grove of urban effect
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
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 gray memories ...
4. "Step on the threshold of spring"
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
5. "There is rain in the chest"
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like long-haired girls shawls and black waterfalls
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
6. Spring Girl
Ai Qing
Miss Spring is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Full of things-
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing, hahaha ... "
The wind shook the branches,
Water, bleached duck feathers,
Looking forward to the whole winter,
Look, spring is coming!
Let's put on spring clothes,
Like a bird with new feathers,
Fly over the Woods, fly over the hills,
The laughter of spring is everywhere.
Seeing the first butterfly flying,
It pulls my feet;
I'm glad to catch it,
Let go lovingly.
Seeing the first daisy open,
I couldn't help jumping for joy,
Xiaohua, do you still recognize me?
Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year,
Waiting for it to spit out new green shoots;
In order to wake up the sleeping stream,
Listen to it sing and run with it.
Tired of walking, I lay in the field,
The sun is shining overhead.
Who scratched my cheek?
Song of Spring Cui Moqing
Spring floats among the branches.
Spring shines among the flowers.
Spring sings in the wings of swallows.
Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.
Spring gives the western hills a green wave.
Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.
Spring brings vitality to the fields.
The ancient city in spring is charming.
Spring thunder beats drums.
Running and crying in the spring breeze.
Spring rain spreads songs.
Spring tides are like rough waves.
A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.
A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.
Are quietly nesting.
7. "Looking at 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 into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
8. "Poetry of Spring"
A person's story of spring
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? ...
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.
Is it a poplar that sighs slightly through the autumn night?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is spray
This is the surging tide.
It's the roar of butch.
Did lightning strike the sky and the ground?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is a neat group of frogs.
This is a monotonous short song of bees.
This is the sound of the city flapping its wings.
Is it the tide 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.
Is it a sad farewell to dusk in western Western jackdaw?
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
Are zinc and copper melting?
What is that? Is it far? ...
What is it? Is it far?
I can't hear clearly in my dream. ...
9. Forget about Spring
An abandoned courtyard on a spring night
The breeze sings in a dream.
Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.
Someone has returned to his hometown.
If there is moonlight on my pillow
I won't be able to sleep tonight
Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart
Dance my black eyes.
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds float where they once fell.
Every time I embrace the night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place.
Want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak
Leave the warm and soft bed
I don't know who spring is waiting for.
You are under the bright window.
Thinking about love in spring
Think of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet flowers.
I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart.
Forgotten spring
Candlelight forgotten for missing
Or lonely hope?
10, Pushing Open the Door of Spring
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
1 1, go for an outing
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep;