An abandoned courtyard on a spring night

The breeze sings in a dream.

Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.

Someone has returned to his hometown.

If there is moonlight on my pillow

I won't be able to sleep tonight

Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart

Dance my black eyes.

Every time I look up at the blue sky

Clouds float where they once fell.

Every time I embrace the night

The stars twinkle in the farthest place.

Want to shed a few tears under the lamp

Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak

Leave the warm and soft bed

I don't know who spring is waiting for.

You are under the bright window.

Thinking about love in spring

Think of autumn frost

Thinking of all the sweet flowers.

I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.

Cry secretly

Laugh quietly

Slowly forget your heart.

Forgotten spring

Candlelight forgotten for missing

Or lonely hope?

First, the small forest effect in cities.

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 earthworm 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.

Shake my youth and soul.

A black goat came to me leisurely.

Tears of happiness hung on his face.

Second, open the door of spring.

I hear birds chirping.

In the city, there are several spring birds.

They are afraid to go into town.

Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.

Let me sprout a sense of closeness.

They are my friends.

Like a relative I met by chance.

They are looking for unknown bugs.

Make a friendly voice to one's companion

After school, I fell in love with birdsong.

In the debate about birds,

I pushed open the door of spring.

Third, 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 at sixes and sevens 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 I embrace spring and time with?

Rain passes through my chest.

A sound

Tick tock tick tock

Run down from a very high place

Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.

Hurry up

That's why I became

In the endless rain curtain

A dizzy elf

I can't tell who it is.

That's really unstoppable.

desire

Raindrops are flying in the air.

Floating slowly in the sky.

Gather strength from

Untouched clouds

Infiltrate quietly

My broad chest

So my breasts fluctuate.

Stir up ripples

Flapping on the rocks of feelings

Wave after wave of breathing.

With a drop of rain

Moisten each other

A drop of rain like this.

Go deep into my heart

Mixed with my thoughts.

And then through the narrow space in my heart

Clean everything.

And a ray of sunshine

Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space

Reach my clear sky

2004-2-23

Looking at a snow in spring

Catch the spring train.

along with

Sword of the season

Scrape mercilessly

A restless bud

Let the ice crack all winter.

extend

Holding a hunting flag

pursue

A snow in spring

Step on it

The equator in spring

A heavy snow will be precious.

Dialogue between spring and snow

Inclined chamber

Flowing wantonly

Snowflakes float in six directions.

Give instructions

Send a wet message.

In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.

Very suddenly

Abnormal cold weather in early spring

Grab everyone's love

look into the sky

The connection between heaven and earth

Intense and pure

be on the decline

Head-on is waiting

2004-2-3

Step on the threshold of spring

The last snow

And the top of the tree outside the window

look into the future

The branches droop and sigh.

spray

Fall into a longing for spring

A quietly arched.

Tender buds of frozen soil

Tap on the earth's door

The sparrow that walks freely.

Make a squeak

Disappear behind the cracked trunk.

Enjoy love

Lightweight kites in the suburbs

Sail a boat in the season

Lyric all the way

Reach the territory of spring

The road is still muddy.

Occasionally there are pedestrians

Raise one's collar

Shut out the cold.

At the door of spring

merry

2004-2-5

go on an outing

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.

2004-3-9

Lenovo (brand name of computer)

An old buffalo

Eating between buildings

A lawn full of wild flowers

Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.

"moo"

Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads

Wake up the ears of spring from the river.

Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.

Leaves on the ridge of the field

When a person falls down,

Imagine not long ago.

Right here in this land.

This is the old buffalo.

Rumble, mambo

Push

The pace of progress this season

An empty philosopher holding hands.

Make all kinds of gestures

Through the cold eyes of the season

Put warm colors on the earth.

Turn it over one by one

Will be a cool classical figure.

Tilt heavily in mud waves

Pull and urge

Shares in hand

Against the old farmer

2004-03-09

Who hunted the feathers of spring?

The last season to collect feathers

After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality

Hiding in the twilight of spring

Under the wings of the day

Quiet and elegant serenade

Living in the wind

Lick it gently and keep sailing.

The sails of the sea of four seasons

who is it?

After harvesting love,

Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love

Refuse to pray

Once romantic passion

Wet a tear quietly.

Swimming in spring

Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye

See the fading light.

In the tempering of clouds

have a bath

Haitian Chu

Control the heat of beautiful feathers

The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.

Silently promised again.

Raise the pious prayer flag

Go far away

who is it?

Hunting for spring feathers

But I can't find the soaring sky.

Collect feathers on the branches of feelings

2004-03-08

Waiting for the sunshine to come.

I guess

On a spring afternoon

Maybe there are many things.

Will be bored

Leaning against the windowsill

Look at the clouds in the distant sky.

It's crowded downstairs

Pedestrians passing by in a hurry

They all look serious.

Witness someone else's

act alone

On one side, the sky is clear.

Lyrical pigeons have beautiful feathers.

Take a pigeon whistle

Sneak in unscrupulously

Between the kite and the breeze

Cast under the awning

A powerful shadow

move

Only irregular strokes are selected.

Traces of thinking

stand someone up

Open feather channel

A bridge in the distance

Wait for a pile

Preferably a bunch.

Return to the sun

check again

Then hug them heartily.

2004-2-2

weekend

bicycle; cycling

teeter

Tired of noise

Go to the target

(of troops) move forward.

Boiling liquid

silent

When rape blossoms are in full bloom in spring.

A swarm of bees

As the host

Come in the peak season

Lying smartly in the stamens

From the gap between petals

see with one's own eyes

Dance in the wind

spread

Exhale the depression in the chest

Put ease and comfort.

Stop at

Lailu road

outside the window

Red apricots

Naughtily

Follow the drawn curtains

Break through the wall

A strong fragrance

Mix with brewed wine

Kaori fainted a busload of people.

Song edition

Dong Wenhua-The Story of Spring

Adu-Spring in Hui 'an

Richie Jen-"Spring Flower Exhibition"

Shui Mu Time-The True Story of Youth

Zhang Delan-the beauty of spring.

Wolf-youth without regrets

Hins Cheung-Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter

Cui Jian-Spring Dream.

Teresa Teng-Spring Day in the Northland

Comic boyz- "Youth Album"

Mai-"Wild Lily Also Has Spring"

Shen Qing youth

Music of Qin Sige Day —— Folk Songs Like River Spring Water

Wang Mingquan-Beijing Spring Dream.

Yang Yuying-Red Spring.

Yu Chengqing-Spring Mud

Zhang zhen-"I was hit by youth"

Ye yinshu-when spring comes.

Teresa Teng-The Lost Spring

Su Huilun-Spring Symphony

Zhang Mingmin-"Visiting Spring"

Qin Sige Ri Music-Spring is coming

Christine Chun

Peak-Spring Flow

Li Chun

Aimini-the taste of spring

Folk song edition

youth dance

Spring seedlings unearthed to meet the morning sun

Where is spring?

Light music edition

The fields in spring

The sound of spring waltz

spring

Minle edition

Wild in the Country

Orchids meet in spring.

Spring scenery in jujube garden

Spring in the Red River

Spring and snow

Chunjiang moonlit night

Spring to Qingjiang River

Chunshan

Huxiang Spring Festival Evening

# Spring comes from this beautiful garden, just like the spirit of love is everywhere; Every kind of flower wakes up from a hibernating dream on the dark chest of the earth. -Shelley

# Spring sowing and autumn harvest, now save it for later use. -Proverbs

# The characteristics of spring can only be recognized in winter, and the best May poems can be sung behind the stove. Heine

# A swallow can't bring spring, but it can bring sunshine-Don Bai Juyi

# Spring sunshine can bring new life to even the most common flowers-Stuart

# Chickens in spring should be counted after autumn-Uighurs

# Winter has come, can spring be far behind? -America

# Time doesn't appear year after year like spring in nature, but it goes on day and night like a surging river. -Proverbs

# Spring without flowers, life without love, what a world this is. —— Guo Moruo

# Motherly love, spring is always there-France

# Knowledge is not like flowers in spring and fruits in autumn. You can pick them up by hand. There is only one key to knowledge, and that is diligence. anonymous

# The saddest thing in spring is the cultivation without harvest; The saddest thing in life is the loneliness of losing faith-anonymity.

# Xiaoxi, never feel inferior to your shallowness, always firmly believe that as long as you move forward, you will eventually find the sea. Grass, even if it can't give a wisp of fragrance to spring, will give the earth a new green. anonymous

# If winter comes, can spring be far behind? -Shelley

# You complain about the thawed mud, you don't know spring. anonymous

# Can you still find the flowers you missed in spring and summer in late autumn? -Balzac

# Spring is full of energy because you drink the milk of snowflake. anonymous

# If you don't sow in spring, you can't grow in summer, harvest in autumn and taste in winter. Hyde

# Spring is full of flowers, summer harvest is busy, and autumn is fruitful. Sitting comfortably by the fire in winter-Ovid

# Grass also has the value of embellishing spring. anonymous

# No matter how long the night is, the day will come; No matter how long winter is, spring will come. anonymous

# If winter comes, can spring be far behind? -Shelley