Poetry about spring

spring

Xin Tang

Spring, sadness and emptiness

I reached out and lost something.

What did you catch?

In the cold cabin

Read like a saint

Nothing can save me.

Long-term loneliness can drive people crazy.

Who am I going to kill next

Imagine how many great emperors I buried.

In fact, I would like to be a happy little rascal.

Wear a hat askew and whistle.

Wandering around on a broken car.

Maybe I should yell.

Maybe I should sneer.

Maybe I should lie down and have a good sleep.

In spring, ten Haizi

lake

In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.

In the bright scenery

Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi

How long have you slept?

In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.

Dance and sing beside you with me.

Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.

The pain of your division is all over the earth.

In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.

This is the only one left, the last one.

This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.

I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.

The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.

Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.

Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.

Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.

What exactly do you mean by dawn?

Spring reminds me.

Yu Guangzhong

Spring reminds me.

Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry, is nine years old.

Pick mulberry leaves to catch dragonflies.

(You can go back from Keelung Port)

South of the Yangtze river

Xiao du de Jiang nan

Jiangnan in Su Xiaoxiao's Works

Then I thought of the lake with many lotus flowers and many ling.

A lake rich in crabs, a Jiangnan rich in lakes.

The Small Battlefield between King Wu and King Yue

That war was beautiful enough.

The history of escape

The missing fan Li

It's missing from the wine flag

(It takes three hours by plane from Songshan)

Emperor Qianlong's Jiangnan

In spring, I think of weeping willows everywhere.

Jiangnan, think of

A fishing port near Taihu Lake reminds me of it.

So many cousins, walking on the ground of Liu.

I can only marry one of them! )

Walking through Liu Di, many cousins.

Let Yi Lao go.

Any old man, in Jiangnan.

(Jiangnan, spray clouds for three hours)

Even if we meet, they won't accompany me.

Accompany me to pick lotus and ling.

Even if we meet, we should meet in Jiangnan.

In the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and spring rain

In Xinghua village in Jiangnan

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? )

Where is my mother?

Easter, it's my mother who won't be resurrected.

A little girl in Jiangnan became a mother.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother is calling me, at Yuantong Temple.

Call me on this side of the channel.

Call me across the channel.

Shout, in Jiangnan, in Jiangnan

There are many temples and pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River.

There are many kites in Jiangnan.

Jiangnan, in the bell

south of the Yangtze River

(Standing in Keelung Port, thinking-thinking.

I can't go back if I want to)

Jiangnan with many swallows

The whole spring ...

Yu Jian

I have been waiting for them to call me all spring.

I think they will call me.

I was nervous all spring.

Listen to the noise outside the house.

I hear the wind moving.

I heard the sound of buds opening.

As soon as there is a strange noise.

I jumped up and opened the door.

Standing at the door and looking around for a long time.

I think they will call me.

Mother noticed that I was fidgeting.

Look at me tenderly

I can't tell her anything.

I had to pick up the pills she handed me.

I think they called me.

It's spring and sunny.

Birds flock through the window and embrace the sky.

I think they will call me.

Until the bird leaves the tree.

Spring this year

Sheng Xing

The first person to see running water flowing through the grass buds

You will be blessed.

I wish you good health and all the best.

The thawed ice is crying in pain.

But blind brother, blind brother

How many times do I have to explain the imaginary beauty in my ear?

Will leave scars in your hearts.

The murderer dismembered the body.

To the wheat fields in the suburbs.

Waiting for news

At the moment, I am answering questions in Mandarin in the middle school classroom.

Is it the princess of this town?

Almost at the same time, zhi also predicted the suffering of her love.

It's time for wolves to abandon evil and promote good.

I heard that even mice gave birth to disgusting babies.

A child makes even more mistakes.

Let happiness be infinite.

A child cannot come into your sight.

And 365 spring in Zhuangzi.

Never put it in a square.

The shepherd fell in love with a lovely ewe.

It is both reasonable and unexpected.

This is a fashionable way of walking for a hillbilly.

I don't need to be melodramatic and get carried away.

It should be admitted that the outdated will continue to be outdated.

New ones will be updated.

Just as life in spring is new.

How old is her name.

spring

Xu Yong

Swallows come back and sing under the eaves.

When the river thaws, the blood vessels will burst.

The wounds and blank spots in my heart

Also in the pain of awakening.

This is a season to add letters.

Giving means getting more.

I am sometimes silent.

Silence made me fall into a deeper silence.

Some things

We can't study it

The best way is to be in it.

Spring is a typical example.

Swallows fly over my head in spring.

My blood is flowing in Chunjiang.

The land in spring bears the deep ploughing of plowshares.

In my heart, I carved a series of scars.

Spring makes me know more about life.

The basket is in mother's hand.

The neighbor's sister is busy preparing for the wedding.

Spring makes me more willing to be moved by ordinary things.

Another spring

semen plantaginis

Some tall trees that we need to look up to.

They are all dead. A sharp axe. see

Send the change away.

There are also some trees trying to grow tall.

Whispering, around the slope

In the sky: the faint sun is shaking dozens of gold threads.

It's like getting wisdom on a rotating gear.

It's dangerous.

Babaili spring

Ren Jian

The 800-mile spring is like a huge silent pipeline.

It makes everything smoke.

Jiangnan. The waterwheel turns the river bank day and night.

The outline of home made of kapok and bluestone

The breeze is like a straw rope that binds the cow and the smoke together.

Walk briskly. In the village dictionary, I have paid attention to it.

The moon is still clinging to the fragrance of almonds.

Morning glory is already in the shape of a smile, alas! The girl who crossed the fence

How can it overcome your beauty from the shallow temples?

And I, destined to be a liberated weeping willow, do whatever I want.

Free expression in the spring, the whole noon

Watching the rain jump over the dike pond bit by bit, I began to have a plot.

Dig a well from the new leaf and stand side by side with the children by wormwood.

Cover with green moss

spring

Chen dexuan

Spring grows in our hearts.

Stay on our fingers

Like running water jumping on thin ice.

Make a click.

Greetings are part of spring.

If you can remember someone's name.

The name of a friend I haven't seen for years can still ring.

Another part of spring is hidden in books.

Always escort us, towards the distant.

early spring

Ma Lijun

Broken glass cuts your blood vessels in winter.

Spitting blood smeared traces of early spring on the bare branches.

Adults heard the children flying kites.

The sound of dressing the wound is spreading.

Whose kites are those children?

Little hands immersed in the sun, seriously

On the body of the first love in the sky

Remove the long surgical thread

spring

Wang Qingming

Thawed mountain

Stand up your uneven chest.

Thawed river

Pour out tenderness like water.

Open-minded as a flower

Every branch of spring

All are blooming hearts.

Birds return, except the sky.

My gaze

This is a bird's nest hanging high.

Like a seed

Go deep into spring

Then grow the shape of green leaves and sunshine.

My footprint is the wind.

Go all spring.

air hole

Even the stones are green.

I stretch out my hand in spring.

Plant five upright trees.

Let five birds perch

My five dreams

Lighter than a bird

Spring or acacia

Wang Qingming

Last year's eye socket

a brief survey

Unable to flow

This year's cheeks

A sentence from last year

Back to the lips

It's another parting.

A long distance

But it is as short as sound.

A creepy bird cry.

have a narrow escape

But it's far away.

Grass growth

This is the footprint of last year.

Approaching spring

Every peach blossom

They are all memories of this year.