Editor's note: In March, the spring rain continued. This gentle and bright season ushered in the 3.8 Goddess' Day all over the world. Flowers bloom for the second time, colorful and dazzling, not which one looks good, but hundreds of thousands of flowers are burning: a beautiful spring.
Bees come to butterflies and cuckoos and sing beautiful spring.
In March, the two sisters went for an outing.
Picking poetic flowers for readers, a basket full.
the goddess peak
Text/Shu Ting (Xiamen)
Wave to you in colorful flower handkerchiefs
Whose hand suddenly retracted?
Cover your eyes tightly.
When people disperse, who
Still standing at the stern
Skirts are flying like turbulent clouds.
Tao Jiang
Speak louder.
Lower your voice.
Beautiful dreams leave beautiful wounds.
Generation after generation.
However, the heart
Can it really turn into stone?
Because cranes are looking forward to the distant sky.
I missed it countless times.
Along the river bank
The torrent of Jin Ju and Ligustrum lucidum
Is inciting new betrayal.
Instead of being exhibited on a cliff for thousands of years.
Why not cry on your lover's shoulder all night?
love
Text/Wang Xiaoni (Shenzhen)
That cold autumn, your hand
You can't soak your coat in cold water.
I have to iron it every night. I can't knit.
The thick white sweater miraculously came out.
It's cold autumn when it's not worn.
You should dress up and laugh.
Let good people and bad people at the same time at a loss.
Laugh, I'll hold your hand.
Every corner where people are.
I should be a bird with huge wings. At this moment,
But you have to close your shoulders and make a nest.
Show those who refuse to look up.
The heaviness of the sky made them experience it.
The shrinking of the soul, the touching cold autumn.
The firm and harsh love between me and you.
There is only one wind blowing on me.
Yu Xiuhua (Hubei)
There is only one wind blowing on me. From this narrow alley
Sophora japonica without inflorescence, withered canna
From the stone road with thicker moss, a cat that is no longer keen on catching rats.
Sunshine that never falls on the ground
There is only one wind blowing on me.
In order to resist such a blow, I am aging at a constant speed.
I have put my whole life on my chest. I am as old as Chinese medicine.
Will not patronize me again: the white of Sophora japonica and the red of Canna.
They will continue to drive.
They won't patronize me.
The world slowly retreated to the end of the alley with the door ajar.
There is still a wisp of wind blowing on me, like a snake bite, which is neither painful nor itchy.
I no longer care whether it can lift my skirt.
For the pain and love I have experienced.
Shut up like a bottle.
distance
Text/An Juanying (Jiangsu)
aurora australis
Piaoyuan
On my turf.
In the paradise of the fence
Boman
The temptation of your youth
I am a discrete migratory bird.
Had to follow the light salty wind.
Wandering to the desolate North Pole
Carrying a melancholy heart
Lonely and far away
Ignore the dim luster of the years
I swam sadly in the cold sea without cliffs.
Hometown, hometown
I'm not with you now
How can I not remember the one under the eaves?
The lingering and gentle night and the willow flute sipping on his lips
How can I not miss you in autumn?
I missed the reunion with him in this life.
A fish of Xia dynasty
Wang (Xi 'an)
This fish, hidden in
Heishili in Xia Dynasty
Thousands of years later, I jumped out of Shiqiao City.
Please open your mouth wide.
Tell us some secrets about the Xia Dynasty.
Fish, language is vague.
Spit out some bubbles
Suggesting that I was in the Taikang era
There is a fisherman.
Let the fish tattoo themselves on the fish.
Stir the raging river with a reed fork
Zhuangzi was right.
People are not fish. What did the fish of Ann say?
Black-brained sheep lying on a fish.
"Baa baa" What are you talking about?
An old man surnamed Liu in Shijie told me:
Xia Dynasty is a sheep with a black head.
Before 3850, the grass was rich and the water was beautiful, and the sheep were in flocks.
Sheep are not expensive, just shell 3 thousand.
Can change 3000 black-brained sheep.
The fish of Xia Dynasty are hidden in Shijie City.
The Xia Dynasty was hidden in the eyes of fish.
Archaeological discovery: Shenmu Shicheng, Yulin, nearly 3850 years ago, is an ancient country of Xia Dynasty. The black stone fish found is engraved with three words: Xia, Yang and 3,000. Local farmers said that Xia Dynasty was a black-brained sheep. )
Fire of love
(Russia) Naxi Jia
We all have them.
Fire like a flower
A fire that never goes out and is always bright.
This fire is in your heart.
This fire is also in my heart.
As long as you hold my hand
Take me to the seaside.
Tell me loudly, how do you love me?
This fire
Just like the sea, it opened the waves.
As long as you hold my hand
Take me to church.
Whisper in my ear, how do you love me
This fire
It became the light from God.
The source of family happiness
All this comes from your gentleness and patience.
When the wind blows, you always use your hands.
Protect this flame
Don't let it out.
You were chosen from the vast sea of people.
My favorite girl.
This kind girl is willing to
Take care of you for a lifetime
She will light the lights in the house with fire every day.
Light up a warm home
The warm fire will last forever
Accompany us
Now, when I talk about the greatness of love,
And the eternity of love
My heart is a fire that shines brightly.
What wind?
I can't blow it out.
Cliff swimming pool
Liu (Beijing)
Who is on the cliff?
Into the Indian Ocean and the Pacific Ocean.
Jump into the pool and splash a thousand waves.
I am a drop of water in the stormy waves.
There is a piece of Wang Yang hidden inside.
I am like a fish.
Have a memory of ancient waves.
A gentle blow
In eternity.
Find thousands of transformed selves.
A bloody battle
Angel. XJ (UK)
15/08/2020
Count. For the last time,
The earth wakes up and the curtain falls to the left.
2 million, 5 million,10 million, 20 million ...
In the end, hundreds of millions, every breath
Men, women and children, until the last singular.
The shadow climbed the prehistoric chair 12.
He growled, "No!" Don't! They are not allowed to pass. "
Like a radio through a storm, sound through a death code.
The singular number is still unimpeded,
Fall into the blood passage.
This is what he used to call a bloody battle-
He whispered to the strange people, "There is only one galaxy left."
Several holes called stars. "
Dark matter in gamma rays
Unbutton the police uniform.
He also kicked a half loop ball.
Hanging on the earth, ambiguous and unbreakable,
Twelfth empty chair, kidnapping gravity.
The curtain stood in the middle, and he climbed to the thirteenth chair.
Just as children are preparing colored pencils for the carnival dance,
He wants to return the chair to the universe,
On the taut strings of stringed instruments.
A man who controls the sea
Yan Feng (Liaoning)
Sailors have enough patience to wait.
The calm after the stormy waves
Distinguish between right and wrong, starting from the low tide.
The bubbles spit out by the fine sand leave room.
Joy comes at the cost of harvesting life.
Pocket hope
The discharged seawater will not leave any evidence.
The flat beach has left the footprints of sailors, which is very practical.
For example, the figure who bends down, the person who can bend down.
Cherish life more than those who harvest hope.
The low tide washed away the sand and stones on the shore.
There seem to be some remaining witnesses in the harvest bag.
March
Beautiful years (Shenzhen)
You gave me to March carefully.
That peach blossom day.
A thatched roof of eaves
Collect a spring rain
Give up my childhood dream
I will be when you come back.
Fall on sb.
rape flower
Grow up one after another
Every spring
I just want to go to spring by train.
Before the flowers fade
People are not old.
Stay away from Qianshan.
I have to go back to a poem.
flourish
peach blossom
It's another woman
Text/Liu Huiping (Zhuhai)
Don't complain about the days
Trivial into pots and pans
The sound of metal, porcelain, etc.
It can also awaken life.
Play the music of life
Don't complain about love
Be honed into daily necessities.
brief and clear
Can also soften the soul.
Dance a brisk poem
Spring takes off its heavy coat.
Pull out a young leaf.
I'll do it
An elegant big tree
I don't want to drive Tang poetry and Song poetry into the city.
Hu Yumin (Jiangsu)
I don't want to drive Tang poetry and Song poetry into the city.
I don't want to enter the temple through Song Ci.
Ge Sang's flowers are all over the mountain.
I have the beautiful scenery of the four seasons, which can be written in words.
I have stories of my own time to feel.
Appreciate your world with my eyes.
Appreciate my world.
The mountain or that mountain?
June or Na Yue?
Your poetic rhyme
In my poetic style
Will meet in the same mountain stream
only
I can't see your bright moon in the Tang Dynasty.
I don't see the sad autumn of your song ci.
at present
I am at the forefront of the times.
Praise the full moon of my flowers.
Stretch my feelings with tireless feelings.
The mountain or that mountain?
June or Na Yue?
For people in the distant future
Future generations will continue to forge ahead.
The mountain or that mountain?
June or Na Yue?
People are not that person anymore.
That day or that day?
Time is advancing.
Everything has changed.
A hasty traveler
Generation after generation
The mountain is not old, and the month remains the same.
The scenery has changed, so have the flowers.
Drill a tunnel
Wang Zhixian (Guangdong)
We went into the cave like prairie dogs.
Toutoujin
Nadouchu
Stingo, the bug is awake.
We are on the run, too.
For food
We are determined that this year will not be like last year.
Avoid plagues and storms
We drill holes.
Carry a few bags of fertilizer
Shovel cow dung
Just for a flower field
In the bright spring
Attract bees and butterflies
Zuanshandong
Spring blossoms all the way.
Sayola
We are crossing spring and summer.
May, this is winter blood.
Text/light summer
May, this is winter blood.
Dark diseases are bewitched by the wind.
One tree, two trees, thousands of trees.
Be dyed red
Ten years is a song.
This is the agreement and promise you made.
After listening to it countless times, I still can't sing it all.
It's snowing.
Take out an empty skin
Release endless loneliness
There is not a chill in this early spring.
I'm worried, May.
Love that has lost too much blood is just pale.
multiflora rose
/Ouyang Qingqing (Zhangjiajie)
I was in bud.
It also bloomed brilliantly.
Now, there is some sadness.
However, there are still some buds.
There is still passion and beauty.
Besides, there will be results.
Although it is not among the top ten famous flowers.
But it has been a beautiful flower and a famous flower since ancient times.
brave
Seduce with unopened buds
We must try to drive brighter and conquer.
We must also hold out the red fruit of mutual affinity and continue to love.
Is stubborn! Even the fruit has some thorns
Just waiting for you to step on it, you step on it.
Even if I have to endure the pain of disembowelling.
Besides, you can't resist the temptation.
Willing to hold it in the palm of your hand and hold it in your mouth
Go into your heart and blend in.
collide
Childlike heart (beauty)
A grass stands like a fossil.
Still stubbornly waiting
The appearance of a beam of light
Many near-band intrusions
Some she can't see.
Some need to be carefully distinguished.
She is afraid of danger.
Afraid of hurting your eyes
If you become a little star in a black hole
If you practice for thousands of years and wait for thousands of years,
Just to collide with another star.
Please shine brightly.
Even if you are a little tempted by clouds.
Don't be discouraged.
Because you are destined to hit a star in life.
Please expect the stars in the same orbit.
Don't be afraid of explosion if you hit it.
Because sparks will light up the universe
Because then you will be one of them.
Mekong River under the Moon
Reid (Greater Bay Area)
No, I like rafting.
Wandering on the Mekong River
This is the bright moon.
According to the waves of the Mekong River
No, I like being alone.
Lonely in Mekong River
This is longing.
The shadow reflects the torrent of autumn waves.
No, I like eyes.
It is your bright eyes
Ripple on the Mekong River
So gently hanging over me