Looking for spring
A duck takes an arrow step, and a river wakes up from a dream.
The spring breeze interacts with the water.
The willow in the mirror, holding hands with the aquatic plants.
The sound of gurgling and flute is pushed one by one.
The red-billed lovesick bird circled and landed on the shore.
They are distinguished guests from other places.
Dandelion, Yin Chen straightened up.
I know them.
It was in a dose of Chinese medicine last year.
Curled up. The old man and the stray cat
Twilight droops. Fireworks rise.
In a pavilion around the corner, an old man speaks to a cat.
The way of preaching is like reprimanding one's own children.
Trumpet flowers stretch the vines farther away. The figure of an old man and a cat.
Spread among the flowers.
Passers-by hurried. The two pine trees beside the pavilion turned white.
The moonlight lit up her face.
An old man, steamed buns with water, lives a poor life. I'm for this.
And sorrow. At that time
Mother ploughed the ground.
The pit was dug up. Choose full seeds.
I asked my mother: It's been ten days, how are the seeds?
Not germinated yet? Mother said, "Let's not talk about the affairs of heaven and earth."
Author:Poetic and picturesque, formerly known as Dong Feng, this vast world, and the words of the fate, the breeze blows, the first drunk is the poem, the work has been published in the Shenyang Evening News, radio.
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