Modern Poetry Reading in Spring 1 1, Spring Girl
Ai Qing
Miss Spring is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Filled with many things—
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing, hahaha ... "
2. In the grove of urban effect
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Modern Poetry Reading in Spring II "This Spring"
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is in a mess this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can you embrace the beautiful spring with?
Modern Poetry Reading in Spring 3 "At the Gate of Spring"
Under the door of spring,
Hidden in the yellow grass buds,
Hide the green shoots of young trees,
Hiding pink buds.
Here comes the bird,
Singing happy songs,
The grass bud heard it,
Stick your head out of the door;
The little tree bud heard it,
Reach out from under the door;
Beibei heard it,
Show red cheeks.
They are together.
Push open the door of spring.
spring rain
Tick tock,
It is raining!
The seed said:
"Come down, come down, I want to be cute."
Pear tree said:
"Come down, come down, I want to blossom."
Mai Miao said:
"Go down, go down, I'm going to grow up."
The child said:
"Come down, come down, I want to grow melons."
Tick tock,
It's raining lightly!
Spring is coming
Spring has come quietly,
Where is it? I know:
It swings on the willow branches,
It shakes on the tail of the kite.
It crows in the bird's mouth,
It smiles on the peach petals.
With its gentle little hands,
Help me take off my thick cotton-padded jacket.
spring
The spring is bright,
She waved to me,
Jumping around.
The flowers are blooming,
The grass is green,
The trees sprouted,
They smiled at me.
The earth said to me:
How beautiful spring is!
Spring rain said:
Ah, ah
I'm here again,
This place is so beautiful!
I ran briskly and said to Spring:
Spring, spring,
You are so beautiful;
Butterflies, butterflies,
You fly happily;
Bird, bird,
You jump gently.
I said to spring:
If you can stay on the ground—
How nice it would be!
Everything on earth says to spring:
We want to repay your love for us.
Mom, you are my spring,
I want to be grateful for spring;
Teacher, you are my spring,
I want to repay spring;
My friend, you are my spring,
I want to cherish spring.
Let's spend a beautiful spring,
Grow up happily,
To bear the fruits of our lives,
Dedicated to you-
My spring!
Spring Modern Poetry Reading Session 4 "Walking"
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
Songs of spring
Spring floats among the branches.
Spring shines among the flowers.
Spring sings in the wings of swallows.
Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.
Spring gives the western hills a green wave.
Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.
Spring brings vitality to the fields.
The ancient city in spring is charming.
Spring thunder beats drums.
Running and crying in the spring breeze.
Spring rain spreads songs.
The spring tide is as rough as waves.
A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.
A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.
Are quietly nesting.
I have a date with spring.
Gentle spring,
Came into my life.
Cold ice,
This seems to be a thing of the past.
Willow is wearing a brand-new green dress.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
The willow is twisted,
Soft waist,
What charming lines.
Free shake
Dance to your heart's content;
Pomegranate flowers put on pomegranate skirts,
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
Pomegranate blushes,
Laugh in the dark
The swallow put on a tuxedo.
Yao Yao is here.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
Yan Wu,
Yan Wu,
Singing and dancing;
I came in a hurry,
Because I have an appointment with Spring.
Footprints of spring
Look, here comes the little squirrel!
Jump and jump happily.
Look, the swallows are flying back!
The song of spring cries;
The clothes on people's bodies,
Getting thinner and thinner;
The fluff on small animals,
Less and less.
Listen, the rustling spring rain,
Moistening the grass by the river;
Listen, gentle spring breeze,
Wake up all the little animals!
Walking into the field,
There are golden rape flowers everywhere;
Into the city,
There are green camphor trees everywhere.
Smell, the little flowers on the roadside,
All exude fragrance;
Smell, warm air,
Contains the fragrance of the sun ...
Look, the river has thawed!
Flowing happily;
Look, it's getting warmer and warmer.
We dance happily!