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Put your dreams in spring

It's called spring dream.

I tried to dream about you.

But always in vain.

I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.

I heard that this will make your dream come true.

In this dreamy spring.

What I toss and turn is

South of Guzhen

Original] Chunfeng Zan replies to this post.

Praise the spring breeze

Praise the spring breeze

Spring breeze and praise

Liu Lifu

Praise the spring breeze, warmth and harmony.

Ice skates and frost swords escaped without a trace.

Wake up the earth and rejoice everywhere.

Sweeping mountains and rivers, spring water is tinkling.

Birds sing and insects crow.

Everything on the earth is thriving.

To the village, to the capital.

Blow to factories and mines, blow to barracks.

New century, new vision.

Revitalize China and have a bright future!

Envy the spring breeze, leisurely and affectionate.

Comb green willows and touch powder.

Peony blossoms and roses are in the wind.

Pear blossoms are like snow, and blue dew is beautiful.

Apricot blossoms are like fire, and spring water is full of affection.

The grass broke through the ground and smiled brightly.

Cauliflower is golden and wheat seedlings turn green.

Butterflies are flying and bees are buzzing.

The oriole spread its wings and flew into the clear sky.

Beautiful scenery, beautiful!

Audemars piguet is gentle and light.

The villagers greeted each other and vilen went for an outing.

Children play and fly kites.

Farmers farm in spring.

Plant melons and beans, and you will live a long life.

The school building is bright and clean, and the sound of books is loud and clear.

The spring is bright and affectionate.

Painted with colored pens, a fairyland on earth.

The garden is full of spring flowers, and the spring scenery is like a screen.

May the motherland stay in the spring breeze forever!

Forget spring [modern poetry]

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?

spring

Yu Xiao Bin

Standing on the edge of thin winter

Experience a heart covered with pollen

The dog barked green and warm.

Vilen is not ashamed.

By the birds at dawn in spring

And a rain.

awake

The mystery of hibernation

A closed mind

Cows and wooden plows that have been silent for a winter

Start to get busy

Kite was chosen as the most vivid word by children.

Delicate hands and energetic mood.

Form a beautiful outline.

Leisurely wind

Cut off the immature fatigue one by one.

Father and Happy Wheat

Listening to the shepherd's flute in the distance

Exudes beautiful pride and youth.

With the deepening of love in spring

The days will become mature, transparent and mellow.

* * * Spring in the Republic of China

Yingchuan laoweng

Sixty years of history, that is, such a short moment,

It was at this moment that great changes took place in ancient China.

In the 60-year history, we have experienced so much wind, frost, rain and snow.

It is also in difficulties that the great motherland changed the world.

Although the humiliating years are far away from us,

But we can't forget that forgetting shame means betrayal!

Although the era of suffering has left people's sight,

But, you know, bitterness is the only way to be sweet now!

The road of sixty years has many twists and turns.

However, it is every song and every bend that plays the strings of the new era;

Sixty years of life, many ups and downs,

However, it is this multi-flavor note that sings the poems of the new era.

Remember? Our ancestors had a little expectation of life,

As long as the family has a full stomach, living in the world is the greatest wish;

Remember? In the dark years, we fantasized about beautiful dreams.

With this dream, how many martyrs left this world without hesitation!

Remember? Every time I experience setbacks, I find something new.

This setback is like a ladder, let us climb to the top step by step;

Remember? Every time you cut a thorn, the road will expand forward.

This thorn is like a grindstone, which sharpens our wisdom and courage.

Remember? Scientists have used abacus to calculate accurate data.

Up to now, how many people can operate the keyboard of time information;

Remember? How lonely we are on the international stage,

Up to now, how many developed countries look at us with new eyes!

Remember? A great man once had a great vision,

In the middle of the new century, China will stand shoulder to shoulder with moderately developed countries;

Remember? Today, 30 years later, we should judge like this.

The rejuvenation of the Chinese nation will be realized in the near future!

If the end of winter in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic is still cold,

Then, after decades of repetition, * * * and China entered a beautiful spring;

If we say that the wings of the newborn eagle are not strong enough.

Then, after several generations of training, it will surely soar all over the world!

My friends when I was young, the drums of the times have sounded,

You should not hesitate to listen to your mother's call;

My friend when I was young, maybe you have your own dreams.

And this dream will be realized as soon as possible with the progress of the motherland!

My young friend, open your hands,

Embrace a brand-new era and embrace this beautiful spring!

My young friend, take your step,

Take firm steps and embark on the ship of the motherland's history!

Go ahead and fight for this colorful 30 years.

At present, it is the spring of birds and flowers!

Go ahead and fight for this eventful autumn for 30 years.

Years of expectation are shining with a bright aura!

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 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.

-Digging wells from new leaves, together with the children standing side by side with 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.

Combined spring

Yu Li

Birds are hanging on the window lattice.

Knead into a dream by willow silk

Uneasy grassland

The east wind blew up.

Earthworms hold the plough.

Walk into the artistic conception of poetry

Accidentally, it was taken by the river.

Baiyun was inexplicably impulsive.

Straight kitchen smoke oblique rain line

Cross-kneading transpiration

A long road

Why is it clear and hazy?

Love dizzy birds.

Pick up the dawn.

An intermittent story

It was worn into a string by wicker.

Sell by sound

Walk into the watering door

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.

Shook 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?