1. "Drizzle" - Zhu Ziqing
In the east wind,
passing by my face,
starry stars Drizzle,
is the fluff of spring.
2. "News of Spring" - Author: Jin Bo
The wind shook the green branches of the tree,
The water bleached the duck's feathers,
I have been looking forward to it all winter.
Look, spring has arrived!
Let us put on spring clothes,
like birds put on new feathers,
fly through the woods, fly up the hills,
Go and listen to the laughter of spring.
I saw the first butterfly flying,
It pulled my feet;
I caught it happily,
Let it go lovingly.
When I see the first daisy blooming,
I can’t help but jump for joy,
Little flower, do you still recognize me?
Look how much taller I have grown!
Go to the branch where last year’s leaves fell,
wait for it to spit out new green buds;
then wake up the sleeping stream,
< p>Listen to it sing and run with it.When I was tired from walking, I lay on the field,
The bright sun was shining above my head.
Who tickled my cheek?
Ah, green grass sprouts around me again?
3. "Spring" - Author: Ai Qing
Spring is here, and the peach blossoms in Longhua are blooming.
Opened in those nights, those bloody nights
Those nights were starless, those nights were windy
Those nights Listening to the widow's sobs, this ancient land is like a hungry beast at any time, sucking the blood of young people
The blood of the stubborn sons of men , so after a long winter
After the season of ice and snow, after infinite sleepy expectations
These blood stains, stains of blood
In the mythical At night, in the deep black night of the East
Countless buds burst open, decorating the south of the Yangtze River with spring
People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: From the tombs in the suburbs.
4. "Waiting for Spring" - Author: Li Aiyi
Dry willow branches shrink their vitality
Leaving only a layer of dead skin
Coping with the torture of winter
Even if the sun is dancing
I will never understand the temptation
Even if the plum blossoms are fragrant, I will never compare.
I have my own season
Silent, waiting
I don’t know whether I am recalling spring
or looking forward to spring
The spring in memories
has gone two seasons away
the spring in longings
is already lingering at the door
< p>In memories, waiting, waitingThe moment when the spring thunder resounds
Waiting until the spring rain wets the branches
Only then will the vigorous greenery flow
Let all the vitality show desire
The years are engraved on the trunk, and I stand in the cold wind as a longing
Watch the days rushing forward
Waiting in longing, waiting for spring
5. "Spring, Spring" - Author: Yan Chixia
In spring, people who once wrote poems have taken a different path. road.
I often rush to one lonely poetry feast after another in my dreams.
At that moment when the music is about to end, for whom is the sound of the piano still ringing?
I carry my poems with me, the dust on my back, the mud on my trudging feet, and the dreams in my eyes.
I brought all of this from a place called Xi Qin thousands of miles away.
I brought it under the stars and the moon. Now, the wind is blowing in the Xiangtou Mountain,
the land of Lingnan is full of spring. How I want to, at this moment,
end my wandering and live a happy life. How I want to, at this moment,
give up your dreams and work hard. Throw the pen and paper for writing poetry into the sea, and love the military camp and the motherland.