1, this spring
This spring, my heart is in a mess. I remember some tombstones and my childhood. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring poems have been written. My poem is the blade of grass and the crown in spring. What else can I do this spring? Who else can embrace spring and time with you?
2. In spring
Whose child ran over and picked up the smiling face of the flower. Innocent and brilliant. The half-opened purples just spit out a wisp of fragrance.
They attract bees and butterflies in twos and threes. Open your lips and kiss. Who cheered on the branches and sang so beautifully and tactfully?
The wind is soft and warm. The sunshine is also charming and trembling. I don't know whose brush actually painted the sky colorful.
Suddenly, there were several Mao Mao rains in front of the flowers. Glittering green leaves, dancing butterflies. You, walk through my window. Light and graceful. Like hibiscus flowers just emerging from the water.
3. "Spring Blossoms"
I just wait silently, waiting for you who haven't seen you for a long time, and come back silently. I only look forward to it quietly, looking forward to the cold autumn year and the quiet spring flowers.
If you are not here, it is not only my flowery feelings that wither, but also the long years and endless suffering.
If you come back, it will bloom in spring, so wait quietly until you come back.
4. "In the jungle of urban effects"
My grove has turned green, and ants and flying insects in the grove have come with spring. Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the door closed by the soil with my soft head.
On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats, swaying their long beards and bleating, which shocked my youth and soul. A black goat came to me leisurely, with tears of happiness on his face.
5. Pushing Open the Door of Spring
When I heard birds chirping, several birds announced that spring had arrived in the city primary school. They dare not go into the city, so they can only cheer outside the school. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close.
They are my friends. They seem to be my relatives by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their companions. I fell in love with the birds singing outside the school. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring.