Walking in the spring rain, what poems do you whisper softly?

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department were healed.

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 in the imperial capital.

Chun Xiao Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Jiangnan Spring Quatrain 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 night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blows the dream of the countryside overnight, and then chases the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

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

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 in the imperial capital.

Chun Xiao Meng Haoran.

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

Jiangnan Spring Quatrain 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 night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blows the dream of the countryside overnight, and then chases the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

Poetry grows with me Poetry, like a beam of sunshine, brings me warmth; Poetry, like the cool breeze in the afternoon, makes me feel refreshed and comfortable; Poetry, more like a mentor and friend, has taught me a lot of lessons in taking sails. Roaming in the sea of poetry, I saw many shining things, that is, human wisdom, I reached out to capture, picked up the sincere words in the poems. "Goose, goose, goose, song to the green song, white key trouser hair floating green water, anthurium plucking clear waves.

The blue sky, the clear water and the hail, the red palms, and the white feathers brought me into a beautiful picture. I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

The whispering of nature made me even more curious about its mysteries. With my grandmother's lullaby and my childhood fantasies, I grew up in a young and unremarkable childhood. went to school.

Reading Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin", I seem to see the elderly mother sitting in front of the window at sunset, sewing clothes with stitches and threads, her eyes full of love and expectation. I read about family affection and planted the seeds of gratitude in my young heart. Gong Zizhen's "falling flowers are not ruthless things, and they are more protective when turned into spring mud."

I learned the beauty of giving. Read Wang Bo's "Confidant in the sea, if the end of the world is next to each other." "I've learned the value of friendship.

Read Wen Tianxiang's "Who has not died in life since ancient times, and left Dan to take care of his sweat." "It made me see that there is a more important thing in life that we need to follow. In the poem, I hold hands with the past and the present, and have a dialogue with the world.

I love poetry, deeply, and heartily. I entered junior high school. When I read Du Fu's "Wangyue", I understood that people must have lofty ideals and ambitions, and they must have lofty aspirations and the world in mind.

Read Lu You's "Mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village." "Tell me that the road to study is bumpy and tortuous, and that you must have the courage to face it and dare to challenge, only in this way can you see the rainbow. Read Qu Yuan's "The road is long, and I will seek it up and down."

I have seen that the road of life is tortuous and long, and we must have the spirit of perseverance and courage to explore. When I read poetry, I read "Life is a hero, death is also a ghost." "The heroism; What I read is "When I feel the tears, I hate the birds."

of tragedy; What I read is "Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowing his head and being willing to be a son of a cow." "Love and hate; What I read is "Lying in a lonely village does not mourn itself, Shang Si is the national military Luntai." Worried about the country.

If I wander in the sea of poetry, its waves, its coolness have invaded my heart and merged into my life.

The rain and dew and spring breeze are not accompanied by growth.

The spring rain, falling gently, sprinkled on the crimson distant mountains, sprinkled on the shriveled dead trees, sprinkled on the dry soil.

The distant mountains, the dead trees, the mud, quietly, dressed in hazy clothes, is the faint rain and mist.

Seeds, secretly breaking the soil, light and light green, dancing lightly in the breeze, whispering satisfaction, are a little teardrop, is the nectar of spring.

In the middle of the night, are you whispering, is it a whisper to the flowers, or is it an outpouring of the earth?

Sisi, obliquely, you walked into the world silently, wetting the face of the flowers and wetting the embrace of the earth.

Dawn is the point, the crystal clear dewdrops, but your teardrops?

Is it to lament the ruthless departure of winter, or to move the quiet arrival of spring?

That cold spring mood, because of your arrival, instantly spread throughout the world.

This is you, the icy spring rain.

Wisps of wisps. It is warm, gentle, and free.

You're adrift. The story of the millennium is blown by you.

Beautiful notes.

You blow away the winter haze.

Blowing green branches.

In the mountains and fields.

You're wandering a real being.

Life is in your shadow.

Raise the sails again and again.

Wind Spring wind.

Sometimes it's big and sometimes it's small.

Almost non-stop.

However, you are warm.

I want to praise you for the spring wind.

At the beginning of the new year.

You first patronize the world and begin to labor.

It never stops. Therefore, it is known for its tirelessness.

You chiseled open the ice.

Dissolve it by warming your body.

Awaken the earth.

The flowers are red and the leaves are green, and the flowers are lush.

You scatter the sky with your big hand.

Countless elves were recruited.

New life is born in the world.

You're an old man who works at night.

Suffering until dawn.

Knock on the stunner to wake people up.

Enter the new year's mileage.

Spring breeze, you are a symbol of the beginning of a new year.

You are a symbol of the birth and continuation of new life.

I praise you.

Warm wind, spring wind.

Life, fate is changed by yourself.

Life is always faced with a lot of choices, life.