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What are the famous aphorisms or poems that symbolize hope, green, and life in spring?

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 heartbreak

Leaving 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 tightly

That’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 turbulent

Sparking 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"

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p>Get on the train to spring

Embrace

A sharp knife of the season

Scrape the restless buds ruthlessly

The little hands that let the ice crack all winter long

stretch out

Hold the hunting flag

Go after it

< p>A snow in spring

As 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 again

Hold 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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