Sandbank Diary Sandbank Spring Warm Wind Prophet group of poems .

Mondo Social Updated on 2024-02-16

Spring Festival Gala

Those bright lights on the stage.

Focusing on the starlight that was difficult to give up 80 years ago.

The warm smiling face of the audience.

There is still a warm spring breeze with half a quilt.

The messenger of spring came to the beat of the drums.

A staff spit out by a lark.

A field of hope that has been ignited.

Mellow mezzo-soprano with confidence.

A glass of wine that makes a sandbar.

A high-pitched tenor.

Will I love the little mountain village.

Send it to the hot search list of the Year of the Dragon.

Sandbar spring morning wind prophet.

The snow is shining, and it is only green.

Yaoshan tea song brews out of Wanjia mountain spring.

The stage stretched out dreamily.

So many little hands holding stars.

That's red earth.

Stubble after stubble.

The sound of sprouting.

Xiangxian Association

Carrying the ever-changing market treasure.

A "no-hu" who is well versed in buying and selling

They are all half quilts.

The golden phoenix that is burned.

Angels multiplied by red genes.

With warm wings.

Painting the mountains and rivers of his hometown with gold and silver.

A flowing sandbar has been built on the high-speed railway.

The souvenir store has an eye for getting rich.

The network fiber burst out of the Internet celebrity village flower.

East, West, North and South appetites.

Eat off the sandbar stockpile.

The unique style of Yaojia B&B.

Keep the look back of the tall buildings.

New Year's cakes.

Stick to the heart like an arrow.

At the group meeting, I poured my money into it.

Hold out the white flowers.

Homesick moonlight.

Village flowers

There is still a shyness that has just come out of the boudoir.

But I didn't see the smile of the noisy market.

The storefront has become a mouse for punching in.

Colorful butterflies weave love stories in optical fibers.

When the taste buds explode on the speed of the Internet.

In the lenses of the soul.

Still trembling the shyness of the moon.

Sweat embroidered waist bag.

Stuffed with youthful years.

Graceful from the south.

The elegance of decorating the sandbar.

On the flickering life***.

The slender hand swept out a wave of clear water.

The grand prize is from the Rubik's Cube of the village evening.

Shake off an early spring rhododendron.

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