Poetry reading
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy.
The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
"A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward. Zhu ziqing
The scenery in Jiangnan is very beautiful, and the picturesque scenery has long been familiar. At sunrise, the river is redder than the fire. In spring, the river is as green as blue, so we can't forget Jiangnan. Bai Juyi
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? meng haoran
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I wonder who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. He zhangzhi
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river. Su Shi
There is no wind, when it doesn't rain, the sun is shining, and bamboo is elegant and beautiful. Favorite guests who are cool at night, a pot of new tea soaked in pineapple.
A few new bamboo trees and a few looming mountains. It's just Tomb-Sweeping Day, even in Grain Rain, sitting there with a cup of fragrant teas. Zhenbanqiao
Spring breeze is thinner than yarn, and spring makeup is lighter than painting. Traveling in a pictorial world spring people walk, spring people fly under flowers.
Pear flowers and pale cabbage flowers are yellow. Liuhua Diwei Street smells of flowers. Birds sing and people return, and flowers send the sunset. Li Shutong
I come from the golden sunshine and lie on my back on the green lawn.
Cornflower and green bristlegrass, swaying gently beside me.
Suddenly, I heard the flowers laughing, the grass calling and every leaf singing in my ear. . . . . . .
I feel that my feet have turned into white fibrous roots and are deeply rooted in black soil. . . . . .
Two hands are like two green sunflower leaves, reaching high to the sun;
A livid grasshopper boldly climbed up my shoulder. ........................
Wind, water, sunshine ... I am a talking grass.
I think I can't live without you and the black soil under my feet!
When you enter the spring of life, the world begins to become bright for you.
Like a pebble-paved stream, playing bamboo flute, ringing the bell of wild flowers and chasing the rushing river.
The confusion and naivety of childhood gave way to brave knowledge and exploration;
Life is no longer a fairy tale, but full of reality. You will meet all this safely, just as all the brilliance on your body comes from the courage and strength of youth.
Ah! No one doubts the beauty of spring, but regrets its waste.
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. Du Fu
You sing and I sing, and the song flies. Songs are sweet, flowers are fragrant, and mountains are sung by water.
Campus spring breeze, friendship warms people's hearts. We are singing happy songs every day, and the wonderful feeling is different every day.
You sing and I sing, and the songs are fragrant. The song is fresh and my heart is cold, which accompanies me to grow up every day.
Sing today's ideals and create tomorrow. Happy years last forever, and unforgettable songs bring me hope!