I've almost said it, but it's still coming to a small bud. Will spring hold you steady? I'm almost going to say these little joys, but it's just like my trance-like thoughts. I can't rush into spring for no reason. The barbaric poems are too bad to disturb the soul, and at the same time, they also disturb the god with broken arms on the balcony. With the light being continuously pulled out, the gathered dark clouds and storms occasionally show their glory. Then, like a fool, I almost wrote down these place names "hills", "wilderness" and "mines", but they can't be repeated again. You see, they have passed by in spring, and almost no more exact words come faster than this. I won't know more about the empty decoration of spring than you do. < P > Dynasty: Modern | Author: Shi Maosheng < P > Spring < P > Just as roses are the reddest among all blood.

Just as the flame turns whiter in white fear, it will turn green in the eyes of the dying, not because of hatred, but because of love, the love of spring trapped in the meat like a wolf's paw!

In the spring when the lips are closed and the teeth are clenched, the hiss of poisonous snakes is spit out from the tongue, and the shadow and hunger pass through the wolf's lungs, twisting and shaking in the upright blood.

Spring around our necks is a poisonous snake, and spring in our arms is a group of hungry wolves.

Just like a rescued drowning person being thrown into a fire, spring gives love the right to bleed.

The snake wore the moon and burst into flames, while the wolf fell in love among the roses.

this is not the fault of the lovers, nor the fault of the immortals imposed on us.

The evil of human heart grows with everything, and it takes root where the dead can see it.

There, people can see farther than their eyes, and their hands are sucked into their nostrils like smoke.

People can't put their frozen hands on the roses to keep warm, although roses and flames come from the same call, which convey the annual blooming and annual burning in all the left arms that stand up.

people can't put a burnt mouth on the flame to cool it, although the flame becomes water faster than lovers, and rises to the coldest kiss among kisses, which is picked off every year and put out every year.

April 2, 199 in Chengdu

Dynasty: Modern | Author: Ouyang Jianghe

"Spring Sigh"

Pear blossoms are full of branches and spring sighs, and a misty rain falls on the roof, wearing a ghost-like coat. Green smoke caged the world's reed flowers. Neighbors in Yingshang grew up in front of their father's grave and provoked the wind every night. Who said that spring is full of amorous feelings? Grass is wanton and ghostly, reflecting the face of solar terms. It's my father's village full of butterflies flying all day, dancing all day, and a gorgeous dress. Spring sighed, flying all over the sky, raining obscenity, pushing open the gates of the underworld, and ghosts are blurred and affectionate. Note: Yingshang is a cemetery on the outskirts of Nanchang

Dynasty: modern | Author: Qing Xing Xiao

"All Spring ..."

I waited for them to call me all spring. I thought they would call me all spring. I listened nervously to the noise outside the house. I heard the sound of the wind moving. As soon as there was a strange noise, I jumped up, opened the door and stood at the door for a long time. I thought they would come and tell my mother that I was restless and looked at me tenderly. I thought they had to pick her up and hand me my pills. It's spring, it's a sunny day, and birds are rushing through the window with the sky in their hands. I think they will call me until the birds have left the tree. < P > Dynasty: Modern | Author: Yu Jian