One of the poetry excerpts recited in "Write a Spring Poetry for You"

Ye Yanbin

Start with the green shoots.

Then all the buds learn to bloom.

Spring blossoms and autumn bears fruit.

Starting with the nesting of returning swallows.

Let all the green leaves also recruit new tenants

There are birds singing among the branches and leaves, squirrels and monkeys.

Start with a drop of spring rain.

Let the wind become charming, let the thunder become powerful and let the lightning rise.

The wind and cloud are surging between heaven and earth, and mountains and water are love species.

From a pot of wine to the sky.

Make a cup of new tea and let yourself taste it alone.

New tea, old wine, friends of spring, like to watch everything fight for freedom.

winter wheat

Wangshan

Silent snow

Countless tiny seeds disappear.

Everything will disappear.

Unintentional patience and waiting

Everything has to be resigned to fate.

The long winter has come relentlessly.

Snowy night is so majestic.

Cold and shiny

Both tangible and intangible are frozen.

Until that moment

When the seed finally dies,

The wind can't help you

Wake you up, touch you and nourish you.

Forcing you in the name of spring

Start the feast of life cycle

Beginning of Spring

Rong Rong

I'm already in spring,

So relaxed, more like falling into a dream.

There are green leaves on my open arms,

For things around you, for you.

I'm going to laugh at these flowers. I'm going to

Laughing at bees, getting infected,

People's faces are constantly blooming with flowers.

Spring will send all this far away,

Send it to the last boy who took off his cotton-padded coat.

At that time, winter was the residual snow on the roots.

Will disappear in the next light.

Ah, in spring, I feel brand new.

Fresher than your dew, fresher than the bride,

You hold me quietly,

Like the best escort.

Yellow River Poems (Excerpts)

Cao yuxiang

1 Now I hear the eaves of the roof of the world.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, slowly dripping into the eternal silence.

A drop of fresh sound reached the snow-capped mountains.

Looking back, echoing in this lake basin.

The shadow gliding in the sky is also the sound of water droplets splashing.

The plateau is vast, and there are eagles in the clouds.

The stars and the sea, the twinkling sun converge on you.

Zhaqu, Yuegu Zonglie, Kari Quxi

Through the morning light, like a group of frolicking children.

Bayankara branch, every posture is the northern foot of Yashan Mountain.

The gentle slope is like a dustpan, fanning the boundless sky and stars.

Bai Yang, the first children's voice of a magnificent river.

Clusters of flowers in full bloom, the starry sea.

Your sweet plums, Chinese milk vetch and primrose.

Heaven and earth are integrated at night, and you can take a raft.

Row, the bright galaxy over there is a cowherd and a weaver girl.

Spotted geese, wild yaks, then Tibetan antelopes.

In a flash, I jumped over the snow shadow in the distant mountain.

Heyuan sound corresponds to our heartbeat and blood vessels.

The gurgling spring is the bud of the source.

China Mother River, you are widely embraced by all things.

Originated from Chinese civilization and flowed into a new era.

Concentrate, stand quietly, in the starry sea.

We salute you, a great beginning.

Vast and flowing into a new era today.

Yellow River, who destined you to be the hometown of your soul?

The rising sun and dusk, nursery rhymes and folk songs

Yuanye food, cooking smoke, customs and festivals.

The long river is a string that plays vicissitudes of life and conveys the sounds of ancient and modern times.

Vast land, the affectionate echo of endless years.

That's the ship of the sun, the ship of the moon.

A heavy day, ups and downs.

Who can break a small drop of water and hear great sadness and joy?

Children of the Yellow River, the simplest wish illuminates both hands.

Folk songs are sung, and songs begin with the growth of everything.

Relatives, hardworking figures are all over the earth.

Or disappear, or swallow sadness.

I have been run over by disasters again and again, and I am constantly striving for self-improvement.

In the silent morning rose, the rooster sang again.

What kind of constant tenacity, vitality and strength is that?

Labor, creativity, kindness and pity.

The river flows, and the eternal spirit guides people upward.

Clouds are in full bloom and birds are singing.

The waves set off by the river bloomed in the blue sky.

Ancestor's festivals, countless auspicious Spring Festival couplets.

In the Voice of Huang Hetao, the red carp has thousands of waves.

Raise the grain, look up at the sky and shed tears.

Relatives, the harvest gongs and drums set off the ripples of the festival.

Strong mothers feed boys and girls.

Love and dreams, who went to a distant place in one morning?

Blood and family are born, and there is nothing to return.

Look around for a while. Zebei Tiandi can do anything.

The river of oriental civilization, the river of vitality and vigor.

That's our spiritual pillar, great upbringing.

Linchuang Chun Xue

Zhang Qinghua

Goose feathers and Liu filled the sky in gold.

Asahi. In my hometown this morning, the Spring Festival is warm.

In the sun, old friends, long-lost friends and confidants suddenly appeared.

Spring comes late, and the dark winter at night does not fall.

It's upside down, just like I'm old.

More and more wayward father, watching the evening winter from his window.

I didn't expect that. It came suddenly and irresponsibly.

The clouds suddenly darkened and the black sky built a bridge.

Replace the white on the earth. At the moment, it's like a dream.

The fields, trees and houses all over the ground are covered with snow.

Graves on the earth, and dreams of becoming weeds.

Finally, it's like ancient ink painting or mime.

Famine that has covered these generations ... and reincarnation.

Three-section plum blossom

Xi Du

In March, my old friends and I went to the eastern suburb of Meidong.

My feeling is plum blossoms all over the mountain.

Drinking, listening to piano and flute ensemble

Sit in the spring breeze until dusk

In April, I miss my old friend.

Pick a handful of plums in the mountains.

Boil a pot of old wine

My mood is full of wine.

In May, the plums in the mountains are ripe.

There is no news of this old friend in the city.

My memory is endless plum rain.

Overflow the river bank

In June, plums branched.

My yearning is full of green hills.

The stagnant green ocean

Look through the eyes of an old friend

Ah, Zhongshan! Mountain of love

Peach blossoms drag me into spring.

king

In the corner, residual snow swept away the last stain.

Between forsythia and Yingchun, I wander alone,

I am deeply ashamed of the lack of botanical knowledge.

Break through the encirclement and suppression of begonia, cherry blossoms and peach blossoms

Pulled me into spring ... in the sun,

Petals fall gently, as if relatives meet.

Tears slipped out of my eyes ... and the nearby bamboos.

Sit still and keep a gentleman's evergreen demeanor.

Oh, this is a plant in the Book of Songs.

I was once immersed in a pool of water to reflect the story of friendship.

From fragrance flashing to simple beauty in the slander of history;

"Peach wants to die, burning its beauty."

Flower diameter, crowded pedestrians are not counted.

The priest's thin leaves are not just footprints on the ground.

Entering aging early; And a speck of dust under your feet.

Restore memories and think of gorgeous past lives. ...

Looking at Youth China by High-speed Railway (Excerpt)

liu xiao wei

Yes, it's time to start over.

Take the high-speed train and see the vibrant China.

This spacious and comfortable space belongs to China.

The surging power is China's.

The complex and sensitive control system comes from China.

Efficient scheduling and busy pace are China's.

I see the sky getting bluer and bluer.

Driving on the vast land, the wind is like dawn.

Fresh. Rivers like honey shine on the horizon.

I see people who get up early with dim dreams.

In the field, in the workshop, in the construction site.

Plant a large area of sunlight. I see younger and younger voices.

Flying in the sky, with fragrant germ.

Is breaking through the dark soil

Get ready to light up the page.

I see countless creative wings.

Slide in the rolling waves

Prepare to land in the dream.

Yes, it's time to start over.

Let the high-speed rail cross the roaring spring breeze in China.

Across the vast plains, mountains and rivers

Walking through vegetation and forests with dreams.

Birds sing in the strong wind.

Through the bright and affectionate smoke like a lyric poem

Through the heartbeat of dreams, in1400 million stirring hearts.

* * * With the golden hope of vigorous beating.

Cross rapids and rapids, cross obstacles.

China in phoenix nirvana, China in youth.

Vibrant China, tearful China.

China will start again after the sprint 100.

In front, the brilliant platform is gradually visible.

The name of that station has been read out loud by our dreams: great rejuvenation.

Read the sound of spring in the last snow

Limuma

At the moment, I am reading a poem in Chun Xue.

Need a good mood like Chun Xue.

Need the sky and the earth

Wholehearted support and cooperation

On the weekend morning, I went to work overtime

On the road, the last snow in winter

The first snow in spring

Quietly blurred the boundaries.

Much like the end of the year-end summary

Another example is the beginning of a work plan.

Step by step in the snow.

Confuse the meaning of words on paper

A creaking sound

It was a snow and a person.

Exchange views alone

At noon, when I left the unit.

It's snowing heavily again.

Like the emotions accumulated by the four seasons.

Suddenly have a desire to talk, yes.

Sky and I have a cautious principle.

And the pleasure of expressing your feelings directly.

I can't help thinking about this.

Stop at the community garden

Take a money order out of your pocket.

Follow the spring after the snow

Pronunciation softly.

sakura

Chen Yong

Just like the early bird catches the worm, the cherry blossoms wake up early.

Longing for the first shot of spring.

The cherry blossoms in Luojiashan have different cycles.

You can find initials and finals by blooming at will.

An alarm clock illuminated by sunlight, using ultrasonic waves.

Playing the most sensitive flower in KINOMOTO SAKURA is like reading a love letter.

Take a deep breath, spit out one petal, and then spit out another.

The pink blush has reached the white clouds of puppy love and never wants to disperse again.

Feasibility study report of early spring

Wu Shaodong

This sudden dusk snow didn't surprise me.

I believe in lunar calendar.

The solar term is coming, and what should come will always come.

After the snow melted, the black branches of elm trees were covered with snow.

Cedar is like a cockfight.

On that day in beginning of spring, I saw the signs of change.

The bent treetops began to straighten.

Obviously, it is better to use Bank of America to turn green.

Accuracy is the attitude of a season.

The sky is empty and the jungle on the shore is sparse and transparent.

You can see the illusion and direction of the river.

People walking on the ice, people inserting willows are all there.

This shore and the other shore are there.

Early spring is like a dull dance.

The green landscape is gradually exposed under the attack.

Spring breeze advances, only in a straight line.

Climb every mountain and catch waves when encountering water.

Ten thousand chariots charged.

Run, Wuhan (excerpt)

Yang qingci

One bowl, two bowls, three bowls, hundreds of thousands of bowls.

Regan Noodles in Hubu Lane is full of fragrance.

Regain the past fireworks with noise

The Yangtze River Bridge Qingchuan Bridge has once again resumed its old traffic.

Late cherry blossoms bloom in red or white on the Baiyun Yellow Crane.

A long-lost smile is a beam of sunshine that breaks through the smog.

I used to hide behind a cold and dark door.

But hope will never die in my heart.

Love has always been the beautiful and elegant plum blossom fragrance at the foot of Moshan Mountain.

Melodious riverside bells once again sounded the flowers and birds of the whole city.

Sakura is a river with colorful springs.

Express, takeaway brother flies like the wind

It is a tributary of the blood flowing in the Yangtze River.

I saw the car running happily in the street.

The subway and railway station are flashing with bustling heads.

The ferry at Hanyangmen Wharf launched a new poem in April.

The flute on the river dyed the distant mountains green.

Waiting for the wind, the people on the water slowly landed.

The Ferris wheel drew a beautiful arc in the air.

A feathered swallow flew out of the child's sparkling eyes.

With my family around, joy flashed across my forehead.

Happiness is as broad and lofty as a clear sky.

……

Inner peace is an invincible wall.

Let's overcome the difficulties together and look forward to it sincerely.

Love this ancient city for love.

For the roof we stood on and the wish we made.

Come back with good memories of a city.

Since then, the snow has melted and the wind has been soft, and plum blossoms have made wicker new.

This is China, and this is Wuhan!

Thank you. You happened to be there when the spring was bright.

The more you experience life and death, the more precious you know.

Finally see the dawn, long time no see.

I came to you and this world in spring.

I run in the call of spring.

No longer hope for the success of a flower.

wild man

When I was young, I planted myself in the soil like a field.

When the autumn harvest is good, lock it in the granary.

To the south, in the direction of hometown

In the wind, it grows wantonly.

Afraid of growing into barnyard grass

People are not confused, after middle age.

The rain in the cold winter didn't stop until the evening of spring.

Paddy fields and rice waves have long been intertwined.

Rape flowers are brewing in the building.

No longer looking forward to flowering, a flower ceremony.

The joy of harvest, also want to return.

Smiling childhood and full marks in test papers

Look out the window, it's very difficult.

My mother's advice twenty years ago poured in.

One side, the children's slapstick.

A snow, timidly drenched in the rain.

Bit by bit, ironing the past of Hongyan.

I can't read the language of willow accurately.

huang sheng

Wicker is the first to turn green in the forest.

Happy rain is a long-standing tear in spring.

Look forward, look back. To examine carefully/meticulously

Gradually, the buds sprouted on the purple branches.

Thanks to the grafting of sunshine.

Spring breeze is a loud goose yellow. Rippling crayons

From midnight starlight

Spring thunder, earthquake

However, I can't read the language of wicker accurately.

Swallow flying obliquely.

I'm afraid I can unlock the code of growth.

It's also such a drunken night.

I was awakened by their soft voices.

Give me a willow in the morning. The willows are lingering, and the breeze is blowing gently.

What I see now and what I think.

People have not returned, and the willow color is brand-new.

Banquet in spring

Ainuoyi

Think of spring

I thought of buds with sloping branches.

Think of the warm sunshine falling on the petals.

Think of the first rain in April

Infiltrated with thousand-year-old trees

Every spring day seems to be closely linked.

Zhuluoshan around Shahe River

Walk through the alley, or stop on the bluestone board.

You can always hear the echoes of the past.

Every spring seems different.

Tiny and delicate tea leaves look like

That's trivial

But this is great.

The slow-growing torreya grandis forest has produced fruits for thousands of years.

The accompanying tea leaves are quietly crossing the world of mortals.

The stretching of the bottom of the teapot will complete the mission of life.

Fragrant, gradually diffuse in the heart.

Between ups and downs, open the window of memory.

It's a little old. A little thin

The feast in spring is so grand.

Pots and teas that passed by in this life return to the years.

Poems in March

Jiang ting

In the westernmost part of the village.

The fence is blurred.

It seems that someone found it there.

Use his brush.

On the night of March, I carried a book on my back.

Go back to your room,

I quickly lay down,

As if it were necessary.

My father's age is ink,

Floating in the dark—vaguely,

Be recognized before going to sleep.

Let scholars suddenly realize.

Let the water flow through the river bed,

Let summer come.

Those yellow flowers

Li Zhuang

Those yellow flowers

On those long green necks

A string of plural foreheads

They have their own ideas.

They are holding their own bees.

When I was locked out of the door

Where is it? Where can I find it?

They have hidden a lot of oil over the years.

Where can I find them?

The weather in early spring quietly faded away.

Those yellow flowers shook their heads at me in the wind.

They completely ignored my sweet words.

They won't say a word.

Xiling steet

Linshan

Those swaying rape flowers are so bright.

More like a person, facing the sunset in an empty valley, under the clouds.

Run. The petals on those cherry trees are about to fall.

A vast expanse of whiteness, vertical awe-inspiring soil.

Seek a better and longer home.

The spring breeze is powerful, and the grass is strange.

The world at this time is not worth mentioning.

When spring comes to Xiling Street.

Some fallen flowers have become part of running water.

Some hometown has become a part of memory.

When I looked down and passed mountains, villages and lakes.

And some old willows with tender leaves.

Go deeper and greener.

The people we love.

Has disappeared further.

Beginning of spring Day: Unfinished Thinking

Ma zeping

I think I'm about to wake up.

In the silent night sky of Beijing

Like stars, like the moon or flowers.

Score alone

Life course from closed to open

Then slowly return to those sealed details.

I am more sensitive than yesterday.

Even in the flute, the surging tide

It can also lead me into the vast sea.

It seems that my old country has always been there.

stormy waves

Gently lift the feathers of seagulls.

Sadness is fleeting.

It seems that nothing between heaven and earth is redundant.

But where does happiness come from?

I've accepted life a thousand times.

Why is baptism?

The eardrum can't hear the vibrato of grass cutting the rock wall.

Spring allergy

Zhou Weimin

I don't know why.

Internal systems are often self-defeating. It was very cold yesterday.

Just past, spring is warm in bloom.

Makes me uncomfortable. This may come from the yellow of the Spring Festival.

The powder of peach branches, or maybe I am

In the scroll of mountains and rivers.

Wrinkles that are not easy to color

Spring has come, I cry in the wind, I face it.

A smiling face full of tears.

I held back my sneezing and endured it.

The discomfort caused by self-entanglement, spring is coming.

I take a shower when I'm not sleeping in the early morning.

Lying on the sofa in a thin coat

Unwilling to take white pills that reduce immune function.

The light is on and I'm waiting.

Internal conflicts will resolve themselves.

Nanyin came from the window.

Cyrus Wong

The southern pipa is held horizontally. The color of the mountain is written in indigo.

In the workshop in the morning, the girl is boiling.

Pulse. Celery leaves, Dongshi used to be

Its home, faded on the celadon balcony.

"I want to go to Quanzhou", she plays for you.

Cool plum blossom exercise, become a troupe

The upset one. Bamboo forest when going down the mountain

Yang Meishan is happily locked in a cage,

And the lyrics of the Spring Festival lead the little black sheep to

By the stream, the light and shadow disappeared. Rattan and door,

A wave of Chrysanthemum morifolium, red vegetable jiaozi, 35 kg.

Stir-fried hoof bone, radish cake and oyster. China clarinet

Stand on tiptoe to see who will set an example in common affairs.

Earned, colored, deconstructed, turbulent,

See how she sets a test for you on the bodhi bench.

Sparrows in spring

Wang erdong

The sparrow's body is full of 100,000 mu of strong wind. giant

In spring, the branches standing in the west camp of Donghe River are fluttering at the edge.

Disappeared in the wilderness, the grass did not open its mouth and hid in the reeds.

Rivers and dreams come true ...

Why do I regard sparrows as rural gods? they

It's not as big as my palm, but it can't fly over the rusty tower.

Before I understood the meaning of distance, it was the sparrow that taught me.

The sky, food, light after a heavy snow.

Black and white and traceless feelings about the world.

In the face of a flock of sparrows, I never dare to speak first.

They are scattered bullets and rows of ropes.

Their calls are monotonous and trivial, just like our lives.

Why explain it again and again, and even try to escape?

The sparrow is there, in the corner of the table, at the bedside, in the preface of the book.

On the treetops outside the window, under the eaves of a foreign land. ...

They stared at my eyes with crooked mouths.

Not far away, the wheat withered and was blown by the wind.

I still dare not speak. The sparrow's voice is my voice.

Spring night

Li Xiaoyang

At dusk in spring, my mother stood by the water.

Call me. Hometown name

The more you shout, the thinner you get. Every spring, I want to

Take off the dusk of my hometown

Like a bird shedding its winter feathers.

But whatever I do, I can't take it off.

The wind never

Feet, but everywhere.

I learned later that I am from my native land.

Cast: dialect, appetite, surname

Even the body is a Covenant with the hometown.

Now, when I'm in all directions,

Only then did I find that my hometown is something I can't get rid of in my life.

spring

Shandong

Those bright mornings are what I learned many years ago.

Father, move the small wooden stool.

Put yourself in the sun.

Relative to his father's silence

I like it better. Some things surfaced.

There seems to be someone talking in the pine forest on the hillside in front of the door.

I stopped again and again and leaned in.

This time, I will sit all day.

This sunrise and sunset part

Suitable for nostalgia

This short spring, I want to intercept a complete short paragraph.

Early spring growth

Ma Wenxiu

Birds sing and hide among mountains and rivers.

Call for the arrival of spring

Mottled light and shadow are projected on the easel.

Let the image of early spring grow.

Under the painter's brush strokes

Find a reason to bloom

In the warm sunshine, pen and ink are wanton.

The vastness and grandeur of the heart

Paper ups and downs

Like a birdsong, chasing another birdsong.

Contains all the hopes and brings the information of spring.

Bring it to the vast territory of the motherland.