Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? (British poet, Shelley. P. B.)
A swallow cannot make a spring. —— Krylov
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen
Morning marks the beginning of the day, and spring marks the beginning of the year.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
It’s another spring benefit, which is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Spring is coming - the sound of firecrackers is heard, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.
Spring Rain - Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
Spring flowers - melancholy A snow-stained plant in the east column makes life so clear.
Spring Night - Deeper moonlit night, half of the house, the Beidou is tilted to the south.
Spring water - the spring water is as blue as the sky, painting boats and listening to the rain to sleep.
Spring Breeze - The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
Spring - It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring when it is colorful.
Spring scene - try to watch it from the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers.
Spring outing - the east wind knows that I want to go to the mountains and blows away the sound of rain accumulated on the eaves.
Spring Thoughts - In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.
Spring Silence - The spring tide brings rain late and comes urgently, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.
Spring Sorrow - Asking you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward
Spring Dream - In a spring dream for a while on my pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
Spring Hate - There is love and infatuation in life, and this hate has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
Spring returns - Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
One flower cannot dress up the beautiful spring. Only when one person takes the lead can one move alone. Only when everyone takes the lead can the mountains be moved. ——Lei Feng
Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? (British poet, Shelley. P. B.)
A swallow cannot make a spring. —— Krylov
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen
Morning marks the beginning of the day, and spring marks the beginning of the year.
I don’t know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.
Modern Poetry] Forgetting Spring
A deserted courtyard on a spring night
The gentle wind sings in dreams
Listen , the sound of someone leaving for the end of the world
Someone has returned to his hometown
If there is a piece of moonlight beside my pillow
I will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight
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Just because there is still her beautiful shadow in my heart
Dancing in my lonely eyes
Every time I look up at the blue sky
The clouds drift towards The place where the sunset
Every time I embrace the dark night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place
I want to shed a few tears under the lamp
< p>I am afraid that tears will reflect yesterday’s heartbreakLeaving the warm soft bed
But I don’t know who is waiting for spring
You are right next to the bright window Next
Thinking of spring love
Thinking of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet fragrance of flowers
I am already waking up from a dream on the way
Crying secretly
Laughing quietly
Slowly forgetting your heart
Forgetting to spring
Forgotten candlelight for longing
Or lonely hope
1. The grove in the city
Back to green, my grove
Ants and flying insects in the grove
These humble lives come with spring
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling< /p>
Use your soft head to open the door closed by the soil
On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats
Swaying their long beards and bleating
Shocking my youth and soul
A black goat walked towards me
With tears of happiness on its face
2. Push open the door of spring
I heard the singing of birds
In Chengxiao, there are a few primulas
They dare not Entering the city
Only cheering and jumping outside the effect
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel close to them
They are my friends
They are also like relatives I met by chance
They are looking for unknown insects
Make friendly sounds to their companions
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Out of sight, I fell in love with the sound of birds
In the singing of birds
I pushed open the door of spring
Three , this spring
My heart is very confused this spring
Sometimes I think of certain tombstones
Sometimes I think of my childhood
This spring My heart is in chaos
The poems of spring have been written by spring
My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas
In this spring< /p>
What else can I do
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
"Rain Passes Through My Chest"
A sound
tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-ticked down from a very high place
Like Rapunzel's shawl over a black waterfall
< p>Hold the time tightlyThat’s why I became
In the vast rain curtain
A dizzy elf
Unable to distinguish Who is it?
The real unquenchable desire
Desire
The raindrops dancing in the air
Floating soothingly high in the sky With
accumulating strength from
the unmodified clouds
to quietly penetrate into
my broad chest
< p>So the waves in my chest were turbulentSparking ripples
Flapping against the reef of feelings
The breath of each wave is higher than the other
With a drop of rain
Moisturizing each other
A drop of rain just like this without any obstruction
Going deep into my heart
With My thoughts are mixed into a pool
and then pass through the narrow place of my heart
washing everything away
and a ray of sunshine
Take the opportunity to travel through the profound passage of time
Arrive at my clear sky
2004-2-23
"Looking at a Snow in Spring"
p><p>Get on the train to spring
Embrace
A sharp knife of the season
Scrape the restless buds ruthlessly
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The little hands that let the ice crack all winter long
stretch out
Hold the hunting flag
Go after it
< p>A snow in springAs long as you step on it
The equator in spring
A snow is extremely precious
A conversation between spring and snow
In an instant
Flowing freely
Snowflakes issue commands in six directions
Send a message of moisture
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow
It comes unexpectedly
Late spring cold
Tight Hold everyone's love
Look up at the sky
The contact between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
Along the slope of the seasons Go on
Waiting for you
2004-2-3
"Stepping into the Threshold of Spring"
The Last Snow< /p>
With the tree tops outside the window
Looking into the distance
The branches drooped and sighed
The spraying mist
Drops of yearning for spring
A bud quietly arched out of the frozen soil
Knocking lightly on the door of the earth
That A carefree wandering sparrow
Creeping
Disappearing behind the cracked ice tree trunk
Enjoying love
A light kite in the countryside
Driving the boat of the seasons
Lyrically all the way
Arrived at the territory of spring
The road is still muddy
Occasional pedestrians
turn up their collars
shut the cold outside
but inside the spring door
the sun is shining
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2004-2-5
"Outing"
Weekend Weekend
A date with a kite
Go to the hills in the suburbs Sharp
Let your son fly
Hold the joy of a winter
A flying leaf from afar
Floating leaves
Like a see-saw
Going back and forth with my son
My wife lay down
Kissing intimately
The warmth underneath her body Splendens
The whole afternoon
I felt restless
I really wanted to
take out my son
The homework in the school bag
Help him clear it all
2004-3-9
"Lenovo"
An old buffalo< /p>
Eating the streets
The lawn covered with wild flowers
Then rejoicing like a shepherd boy
"Moo"
The cow raises its hooves and sprays beads
Wakes up the spring ears from the river
Next to it are the green seedlings that grow wildly in the spring
And the dense leaves on the field ridge< /p>
One after another
Imagine not long ago
In this land
It was this old buffalo
Ruminating the cud Muttering
Promoting
The forward speed of the season
An empty philosopher with arms folded
Making various gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Turn over the warm colors of the land one by one
Turn the cool classical figure
Thrown heavily into the mud waves
Drawing and urging
The plowshare in the hand
Carrying it against the old farmer
2004-03-09
"Who hunts the feathers of spring"
The time when the last feathers gather
After experiencing the exuberant vitality< /p>
Hiding in the deep spring twilight
Under the wings of the day
A peaceful and elegant serenade
And then the wind came Roost
Gently licking the sail sailing on the sea of ??seasons
Who
is harvesting love
After love
falling out of favor again under the roof of love
turning back to hope
the once romantic passion
quietly leaving a drop of pure love behind Wet with tears
Wandering in the spring
The space wilderness of steaming clouds
Seeing the dying light
In the temper of the clouds
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Bathing
Sea and Sky
The blazing heat that controls the beautiful feathers
The endless journey that can no longer be crossed by the smoke lock
< p>Carry the silent promise againHold up the pious prayer flags
Go to the distance
Who is it
hunting The feathers of spring
But can’t find the sky to soar
Feathers gathered on the branches of emotion
2004-03-08
< p>"Waiting for the Sunshine to Come"I think
On a spring afternoon
Maybe there are many things
that will be boring
Leaning alone on the window sill
Looking at the clouds in the distant sky
The crowded downstairs
Pedestrians coming and going in a hurry
They all had serious expressions
Witnessing others' actions
Acting alone
The sky was clear on one side
A lyrical one The pigeons have beautiful feathers
Holding a pigeon whistle
Gliding unscrupulously
Between the kite and the breeze
Thrown under the sky
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A vigorous shadow
Moving
Only select irregular strokes
Traces of thinking
Pick up a dove
Use the spread feathers to lead
a bridge to the distance
Wait for a bunch
Preferably a bunch
The long-lost sunshine
ran over
and then hugged me heartily
2004-2-2
"Weekend"
The car
Take small steps
Tiredly advancing from the hustle and bustle
to the goal
The boiling wilderness
A silence
In the spring covered with rapeseed flowers
A swarm of bees
As a master
Descent into the depths of the season
Lying freely in the flower stamens
Witnessed from the gaps between the petals
Dance of the Wind
Stretch your body
Exhale the depression in your chest
Put ease and comfort
in
On the way here
Out the window
A branch of red apricot
Naughtyly
along the opened curtain
Coming through the wall
The thick aroma
Mixed with the brewed alcohol
It fainted a whole car of people
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