Spring has come, handwritten newspaper pictures 1.
Spring is coming, handwritten newspaper picture 2.
Spring has come, handwritten newspaper picture 3.
Spring is coming, handwritten newspaper picture 4.
Spring is coming, handwritten newspaper picture 5.
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The poem of spring
1. Spring Garden can't be closed. -Ye Shaoweng's "The Garden is Affordable"
2. The spring rain broke the bridge, and the boat propped up Liu Yin. -Xu Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake"
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu, "Walking on the Sand, Waiting for Mei Can"
I only send you home in spring, and then send you home. -Wang Guan's "Operator, Send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang"
5. Swallows fly, green water people go around. -Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.
6. Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to come up. -Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene"
7. Lotus leaf hate is born in spring, hate is born in autumn, and when it is dry. -Li Shangyin's Walking Alone in Qujiang in Late Autumn
8. How worried can you be? Like a river flowing eastward. -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
9. Good rain knows the season when spring comes. -Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night"
10. Bai Ye's poems are invincible. -Du Fu's Spring Memories of Li Bai
1 1. The wind and dust have exhausted their fragrance, and they are tired of combing their hair at night. -Li Qingzhao's Wuling Spring Festival Evening
12. When will the swallow fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. -Xu Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake"
13. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. -Han Yu, "Early Spring is Zhang Shiba, the Minister of Water Resources"
14. When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? -Li Yu "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon?
15. Affectionate peony contains spring tears, and weak rose lies on the twig. -Qin Guan's Spring Day
16. Green fields, high rocks and white clouds in the Spring Festival Evening. -Xie Lingyun's "Entering Peng Li Hukou"
17. In my north, in my south, spring is flooding. Day after day, I only see seagulls. -Du Fu's "Guest Arrivals"
Modern Poetry in Spring 1
A poem brings a piece of paper to life.
Spring on paper makes people return to nature.
A tree learned to fly.
A flower makes a wine to relieve homesickness.
The power of spring is hidden in the wind.
The secret of grass seeds is hidden in the joy of spring
Ah, the silver moonlight
Caowei Shan Ye
The clouds in my hometown brought pure cotton robes.
We run in our dreams.
Wings bring new Zen.
The river broke the ice and brought clarity and purity.
The wind blows the strings of birds singing.
The spring breeze ignited the lovesickness in the country dream.
Dead trees appear new green in spring.
I faithfully recorded:
The infinite vastness and hope of a village.
Singing and sighing on the country road
Walk past, as if stepping on a fresh sentence.
In Subei dialect,
Yunlong lake is an ink painting. Xuan paper.
Dark horse's local poems have been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Modern Poetry in Spring II
Let Chunfeng bring a letter.
The poem in the letter lights up year after year.
That is a love poem I wrote in spring.
The taste of Sophora japonica is the taste of past lives.
Let you let go of your sadness
Let go of a turbid heart
The harvest is just around the corner
The running tractor reminds us of.
Life is still in our hands.
Distant stars illuminate the brave heart.
Simple and old eyes are worthy of love.
Every lamp blown out by the wind is worth loving.
On the path in my hometown.
Get out of the mud forever
Spring breeze melts love, see how cruel it is.
The other shore, or this shore?
Thunder is hidden in the blue sky.
Peach blossom is the foreshadowing you planted.
Distance is farther than distance.
The sunset in spring ploughing is a cigarette butt that you accidentally lit.
In the dusk of self-immolation
The sunset died heroically like a martyr.