Whoever wrote me a poem, the one who wrote the scene, thank you

1. A grove in the city.

Regreen, my grove.

Ants and flying insects in the grove.

These humble lives are coming with spring.

Under the dirt, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling.

Slam your soft head into the dirt closed door.

In the meadow of the grove, I saw a herd of goats.

Swinging his long beard and bleating.

It shook my youth and soul.

A black goat is coming to me.

Tears of happiness hung on his face.

2. Open the door of spring.

I heard a bird calling.

In the city, there are a few primroses.

They did not dare to enter the city.

Only cheers and jumps outside the effect.

They are as simple as peasants in the countryside.

Let me sprout a kind of intimacy.

They're my friends.

It's like a relative I met by chance.

They are looking for unknown bugs.

Make a friendly voice to your peers.

Outside of the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds.

In the midst of the bird's contence.

I pushed open the door of spring.

3. This spring.

My heart is in turmoil this spring.

Some tombstones come to mind for a moment.

I think about my childhood for a moment.

My heart is in turmoil this spring.

Spring's poems have been written in spring.

My dedication poems are spring blades of grass and flower crowns.

In this spring.

What else can I do?

Who else can you embrace spring and time with.

A little goose yellow dotted with willows.

The wind is drunk and the eyes are boundless.

The small bridge is still in the middle of the river.

Hidden in Merlin Wano Fairy.

If you describe the scene of the mountain village in early spring, you should have no problem handing it over.

"Hairpin Phoenix" is shining in the sun, the spring is noisy, the magpie is calling, and the flowers are pretty.

Bees and butterflies dance among the bushes.

High rollers drink and laugh, and the breeze is warm and warm.

Troubles, abandon now.

Quiet garden, red makeup and green quilt, passionate pride, meditative and flying, charming, charming, charming.

Drunk, drunk, drunk.

Spring laughter zuozhe: The jujube tree in the moonlight lies dormant among the buds.

Hidden deep in the rime.

Ren Yu Arrow Frost Knife.

Let the ice bully the snow.

You only have silence.

You have nothing but to bear.

You only have peace.

You just have to wait.

When the east wind is blowing overnight.

When the rain moistens the buds.

You wake up quietly in a nightmare.

You are silent.

You are silent.

Only I heard.

Your white cloud laughter).

The weak are the strongest.

The strongest are patient.

You are a water elf.

You have a water soul.

Written at 8:59:28 on April 27, 2010.

Li Bai: Autumn Dengxuancheng Xie Wei North Building.

The river city is picturesque buried in the bridge, and the mountains look at the clear sky.

Two water sandwich mirrors, double bridges fall rainbow.

People slow down the smoke of cold orange grapefruit, autumn old sycamore.

Who reads the north upstairs, and the wind is full of thanks.

I climbed up to the north tower of Xie Wan to overlook Xuancheng, which is located on the riverside, and I thought it was as beautiful as if it was in a painting. Juxi and Wanxi flow between the city, and in autumn, the stream is exceptionally clear, and the water surface is shining with crystal light, like a mirror. The Phoenix Bridge and Yichuan Bridge across the two rivers are like rainbows falling from the sky under the reflection of the clear water and sunset.

The wisps of cooking smoke make the deep blue of the orange pomelo and the yellowish color of the sycamore show a cold color, and the autumn color makes the sycamore tree more disturbing and old. Who would have thought that at this time, I would be here to face the sassy autumn breeze and miss Xie Wei back then?

Mountain dwelling in autumn twilight, Wang Wei.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn.

The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream.

The bamboo noise returns to the cracked raccoon girl, and the lotus moves the fishing boat.

Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay.

Mochizuki Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candle is extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed. It is unbearable to give away, and it is a good time to sleepQuatrain: [Tang] Du Fu.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is traveling to the sky.

The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in Dongwu to dismantle the source and lack a ship of thousands of miles.

Evening view of the Spring River in Huichong.

Song) Su Shi. Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat. Jiangnan Spring.

Don) Du Mu. Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.

Spring. Song Zhu Xi.

Shengri seeks the Fangsi waterfront, and the boundless scenery is new.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

Early spring. Don Hanyu.

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.