Love poems in spring

Who says you have to get something if you like it? Some people try their best to get what they like. Worse, they may go to extremes by hook or by crook. Maybe he got what he liked, but in the process of his pursuit.

Spring returns to the earth: a love letter to spring

Love letter (1)

Stepping on the footsteps of spring, southeast and northwest

Pull up the grass by the roadside

I still don't understand the rebirth of this footprint.

at what time and under what circumstances

Whistle, knock on the mood

Written language of mountains and plains

Hand-torn steak and premature beer

The lover of spring will drink wine with you.

Above the water waves are eyes, which used to be bright.

Who accumulated gifts, such as acne?

Don't say that weak willows hold up the spring breeze.

Today, she is just a messenger, not scissors.

Not only the eyes, but also the color.

The green waves lasted for nine days.

Who knows who remembers whose name in this world?

Spring is when they are tall again in the spring breeze.

Footprints go forward forever, and the grass color can only be seen from a distance.

Although there are spring clothes on the street

I'm wearing a cotton-padded jacket and I'm going my own way.

In the kingdom of spring, I am the uncrowned king.

The sun tore a few more pages from the calendar.

Spring gives flowers and splendor.

A pair of eyes emerged from the cotton-padded jacket.

In the corner of the community, cold ling opened a philosophy class alone.

My feet changed into a pair of shoes, just lingering.

Well, that's the tears of the lovelorn.

Must have pushed open the morning window.

Beauty is in the world, Wang Xu. I am the king.

Love letter (2)

Get rid of bloated winter clothes, you can wear colorful spring clothes and thin clothes, go into battle lightly, and the wind is lighter. When people stretch, their bodies, bones and feelings stretch. After being sleepy, spring wakes up quietly. After waking up, she yawned and suddenly cheered up.

What should I do in spring? Talking about an earth-shattering love, wantonly dating frequently in spring, or making waves every spring night are all appropriate and in line with lust. No season can be as fierce as spring. Peach blossom, apricot blossom, pear blossom, rape blossom. Bloom is dizzy after crops, and his heart is sweet and crisp. What a good time to kiss! Kissing in the breeze and drizzle, kissing in rainy and windy days, the kiss in spring is fresh, emitting a touch of mint and sunshine.

The mood is light, flowing and a little restless, which is clearly the call of the wild. All over the mountains and plains are whispering, and all over the mountains and plains are ready to move. Everything has lovers, feelings and force of nature. How many love stories start here. How many virgins have been broken and a gorgeous turn has been achieved. Spring is a huge glass bottle, the ice in the bottle has melted, and youth is fermenting in the flowing water. The sweetness of private life, the joy of heartbreak, that kind of reality is by no means comparable to Qiong Yao's plays, it may affect a person's life, so that spring has become an irreversible and indelible spring with some vivid details.

Spring is really not the season for reading, it is only suitable for reading. Extreme changes in mood and abnormal activities of the mind are not suitable for reading. However, suitable for writing, I can write my own satisfactory works every spring, and my thinking jumps faster than I expected. I always believe that the quality of works is accidental, which has a lot to do with the mood of solar terms. When a baby is born, the quality of this work depends on the texture of parents. If there is no careful preparation and brewing, I am afraid there will be accidents, which shows the importance of the environment. The birth of Confucius is said to be the result of promiscuity. Thousands of years ago, in the spring, fields crisscrossed, flowers blossomed, grass grew and warblers flew. In the uninhabited countryside, they took the sky as their account and the earth as their bed, and they were full of passion and lingering together. * * * completed a masterpiece, combining the essence of heaven and earth, the essence of mountains and rivers and the spirit of nature, and Confucius became the embodiment of wisdom.

How exciting the spring outing is! At the ancient temple fair, Miss Qian Jin met her handsome son. She looked at him shyly, and her face was covered with peach blossoms. He nodded to her with a gentle smile, and a marriage was buried in each other's hearts. After a long and complicated interpretation, it reached a happy ending. This is the basic mode of China's drama. This model has its rationality and caters to the general psychology of China people. Many things will eventually have a reunion day, but it will inevitably lead to some bitterness and sadness if the time is too long and tangled. After all, it is impossible to delve into it in the play.

I like spring outing. "In late spring, spring service is complete. There are five or six champions, six or seven boys, bathing and dancing, and going home. " This is the best paragraph about spring outing. Every time I read it, I always yearn for it, as if I could feel the warmth of the spring breeze, the ease in people's hearts and the taste of life. Compared with people nowadays, spring outing is always shrouded in business atmosphere. How much is the fare, accommodation and tickets? It's really hard to move without money. The price derived from the spring outing has become a luxury, losing the mood and changing the taste.

It is not difficult to go back to the countryside in spring to find the legacy of the ancients, but it is impossible to swim in the river. The pollution has spread to the pond, and dancing and singing against the wind is even weirder. The fun of "flying a kite in the east wind" can be experienced, so flying a kite in the field, raising your head in a bright spring day, straightening the line and running in the wilderness can be regarded as a natural folk dance. Wheat waves roll and lick, and the wind is naughty.

Love letter (3)

Passing by the square of the community on weekends, I saw a group of children chasing kites, as if they were free and happy as birds in the sky. In a corner of the square, an old man sat on a Mazar, with a kite string in his hand, which looked like a Buddha statue from a distance.

In my opinion, kites are people's love letters to spring, holding a grand welcoming ceremony with a pious attitude and offering the purest and most romantic confession. Therefore, people who fly kites should be sincere and simple, not utilitarian. Flying kites by children and old people is the cutest and most lovable gesture. "Children come back from school early and are busy flying kites in the east wind." Just by imagination, their hearts will smile into a crescent moon.

Everyone has a kite in childhood. I remember when I was at school, it was chilly in spring, and the teacher in the handicraft class took us to learn how to make kites. The material is very simple, and it has been drawn in the handicraft course materials, the shape of a swallow. According to the folding and printing operation, glue, scissors and string go into battle together, which can be completed in almost one class. After class, many boys are eager to try and take kites to the playground to show their skills. When you are lucky, the kite can fly several times. When you are unlucky, it is blown "dead" by the monster of strong wind before flying. Even so, we are very happy.

The kite in the handicraft class can't stand the strong wind, but it touches the itch bug in my heart. After returning home, I pestered my father to make me a big kite. Under my soft grinding and hard foam, my father collected materials for making kites everywhere, set a big table at home and groped for it. I worked by the side, chopping bamboo sticks, making skeletons, pasting bamboo sticks and coloring, and the kite was completed for several days in a row. According to my father's experience, a kite has a hard head, a bent body and a long tail, which makes it easy to keep balance when flying. I followed my father to the big playground opposite the school in the family building to try kites. I didn't expect the first test flight to be successful. In order to make the kite fly higher, my father taught me how to unwind the spool.

Once, I met a mother and son. The little boy looks seven or eight years old, his eyes are wandering, his behavior is a bit abnormal, and there is not much communication between mother and son. They are all flying kites beside his mother. Boys sometimes squat on the ground to play with dirt, sometimes stand up and cry inexplicably, and sometimes run after kites with their mothers. I noticed that he ran very fast and kept running, which reminded me of Forrest Gump. Later, I learned that the boy was autistic and didn't go to school. His mother often takes him here to fly kites. The butterfly kite they fly is the most beautiful kite I have ever seen-one end of the kite is connected with maternal love and the other end is connected with hope.

Father went to Weifang on business and brought back an eagle kite to hang on the wall. He repeatedly mentioned that he wanted to fly it, but he was too lazy to go out. One day, a friend brought a child to his home as a guest, and the little guy clamored to fly a kite. He put it downstairs. Just as he put it away, the kite suddenly hit the telephone pole and was torn to pieces. The child cried. Since then, kites and I have no intersection, and spring seems insignificant.

Until that spring, when I was in the hospital, I accidentally looked out of the ward on the 10 floor and saw many people flying kites in quancheng square. Looking down, kites are getting fatter and fatter, and people are smaller than kites, which can be ignored. My heart suddenly swelled, and people established contact with spring through kites. How could I forget? God has always been equal and kind, giving people a lot of spring, letting people know how to cherish spring and reach out from nature for strength. Why did I voluntarily abstain?

When the kite flies, the sky looks more noble than the earth. There is a saying in the book of songs "Daya", "Kites fly in the sky and fish jump in the water". Flying kites stems from a kind of human heart and romantic feelings: "paper flowers fly like snow, and charming girls swing around." In the past, flying kites and swinging were compulsory courses in spring. Handsome men and women fly kites, and the spring breeze is a matchmaker to help convey love. Gao Pian, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, has a unique artistic conception in his poems: "Listening to orchids at night with quiet strings, palace merchants believe in the wind. Vaguely like a song, you can listen to it, but you can't tune it with the wind. "Kites ring like the sound of bamboo. Oh, this love letter to Spring originally had background music.

I want to be a kite-flying child in a hundred pictures and write a love letter for spring. Mo Fuchun Guang, don't be ungrateful. Let's start with flying kites. No, the kite let us go. Let's temporarily release them from reinforced concrete buildings, throw them into nature, find love in the spring, and fly our dreams.