Into the spring poem 1 spring cloud,
Wave to us gently,
We follow the wind,
Into the spring,
Lush grasslands.
A breezy lake,
Into the romance of spring.
The imagination of spring,
The artistic conception of spring,
Spring always makes us.
With dreams flashing,
Spring is adolescence.
Teenagers' turbulent emotions,
Temptingly,
Anger our hearts.
So we became prosperous,
Walk in,
This stormy season.
Let the pheasant come back,
To grow a beard.
Let Aristotle Zhuang Zhou,
Back to the classic wrinkles.
We can relax together,
Go on, go on.
Into the spring,
Into our own grassland,
Our sky.
Raise the jib,
Sail to the middle of the lake to find your dreams,
Looking for the scenery in spring,
Let popular colors and curves.
Waving the flag of youth,
Let the songs and laughter.
In the sunshine,
Grow into a lush jungle.
Prospering our firm dreams,
At this point, on the horizon,
The arch supports the smiling face of the sun,
Spring is in our shadow,
Began to be poetic
Throughout the spring,
Therefore, it becomes a hot topic.
Walking into Spring Poetry 2 I walked into spring,
In February when it snows.
Can't wait,
Break free from the walls of the city,
Galloping in the winding countryside, there are few horses and chariots.
At an almost escape speed,
And the crazy pouring of reinforced concrete
Play a game;
At the same time, I am also looking for traces of spring.
It shouldn't, it shouldn't.
It just stays in memory.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter,
It was clear before,
Nowadays, smog has blurred their boundaries.
But the human calendar will tell me exactly,
This is spring, this is spring. ...
Yes, it's spring,
You see,
The buds on the roadside branches are stretching;
The cauliflower in the field is also fragrant;
Bees are flying among the flowers,
I don't know,
It can also feel—
The fragrance of flowers is different from before?
A speeding bicycle is like an annual ring of years.
Rolling all the way forward, unwilling to stop at all;
Recalling my friend's laughter,
Ruthlessly awaken childhood memories one by one;
However, the innocent smiling face is gone forever.
Age and cunning are branded in our character.
But we will still be hungry,
It's just that the stream in the ditch is no longer clear!
The barren land appeared before our eyes.
White garbage stinks at will;
The old man sat alone in front of the house, keeping company with cats and dogs.
I passed in front of them and saw it.
A deep sigh in the brow. ...
Alas, although it is already.
In spring,
But why do you still look withered?
I always thought,
The vast countryside is the future.
The back garden of the city,
It will follow simple folk custom,
As in those days,
It firmly surrounds the city,
And give generous nutrition. But now,
It can only shrink back again and again and cry silently.
I walked into spring,
Seeing the cherry blossoms in full bloom,
People are happy everywhere.
I walked into spring,
But once I lose my laughter,
Because I don't know, that song
"In the field of hope"
When will it sing again?