1, Where is Spring?
Author: Chen Bochui
Where is spring? Spring is on the grassland.
The fog in spring is sparse, the grass wakes up and puts on new green clothes.
Where is spring? Spring is in the bamboo forest.
Spring rain flutters, and bamboo shoots break through the ground.
Where is spring? Spring is in the field.
The sun in spring is so warm and bright.
Wheat seedlings are green, vegetables are yellow and broad beans are fragrant.
2. The news of spring
Author: Jin Bo
The wind shook the branches.
Water bleached duck hair.
Looking forward to the whole winter
Look, spring is coming.
Let's put on spring clothes and let the birds put on new feathers.
Fly over the Woods and climb the hill.
Listen to the laughter of spring and watch the first butterfly fly.
It pulls my foot, and I'm glad to catch it.
I lovingly let it go and saw the first daisy open.
I can't help jumping for joy. Does Xiaohua still recognize me?
Look how much I've grown. I've come to the branch that fell last year.
Wait for it to spit out new green shoots, and then wake up the sleeping stream.
Listen to it sing and run with it.
Tired from walking, I lay on the ground.
The sun is shining overhead. Who scratched my cheek?
Ah, there is green grass around me.
3. Spring
Author: anonymous
At the same time, we went out to see the peach blossoms in full bloom.
Look at the sprouting of willow branches and the grass on the roadside.
One is crowded with the other, and I miss your spring there.
Maybe, like here, dusk is always dusk.
The air is next to the air, and everything in life is full of details.
4. Spring
Author: Lu Da
The world is long, spring is limited, and we can endure it like plants.
Dozens of cycles and wear, broken will eventually bond.
We have a faint light, but we will eventually become someone's window.
Green shoots, catkins, sesame seeds, peanuts.
Of all the things I fell in love with this spring, only you have not been loved repeatedly by me.
5. Spring
Author: Ai Qing
Spring has arrived, and the peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom.
It opens on those bloody nights.
There are no stars at those nights, and the wind is blowing at those nights.
Those nights listening to the widow sobbing, and this ancient land.
Always like a hungry beast, licking the blood of young people.
Tenacious son's blood, so after a long winter.
After the season of ice and snow, after the expectation of infinite sleepiness.
These bloodstained blood, on the night of myth.
In the dark of the east, countless buds burst open.
Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan. Where does Wen Chun come from?
I said, from a grave in the suburbs.