A love poem for spring

Whoever says they like something must get it. Some people go to great lengths to get what they like, and even more likely, they will go to extremes. Maybe he got something he liked, but in the process of his chase

Spring Back to earth: A love letter to spring

Love Letter (1)

Step on the footprints of spring, southeast and northwest

Pull the grass by the side of the road

I still can't read the rebirth of this footprint

Time and place

Whistling, knocking on the mood

Written words that roam the mountains

Hand-torn steaks and premature beers

Lovers of spring, with whom you will enter the wine

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

Who accumulates gifts such as pimples

Don't say that it is the weak willow that holds the spring wind

Today, she only does messengers and does not do scissors

Not just the eyes, but also the color

The green waves hung down and hung for nine days

The world knows who remembers whose name

Spring is the spring breeze blowing and growing again

The footprints are always forward, and the grass color can only be seen from a distance

Despite the spring clothes on the street

I was wearing a cotton jacket and was bent on going my own way

In the kingdom of spring, I am the uncrowned king

The sun tore a few more pages of the calendar

Spring was handed over to the flowers to the splendid

A pair of eyes emerged from the cotton jacket

In the corner of the community, Ling Han opened the philosophy alone

The foot changed into a pair of shoes, which is entangled

Well, it was the tears of a soul-breaking lover

Must have pushed open the morning greeting window

Beauty is in the world, and the king continues to be the king

Love Letter (2)

Throw off the bloated winter coat, you can wear a flowery spring shirt thin coat, light clothing, the wind is also light. Man stretches out, flesh, bones and mood stretch. Spring woke up quietly after a drowsy slumber, and when she woke up, she yawned and her spirit suddenly shook.

What should be done in the spring, talking about an earth-shattering love, unscrupulously dating frequently in the spring, or making waves on every spring night, is all right and desirable. No other season can be as ferocious as spring. Peach blossoms bloom apricot blossoms, pear blossoms bloom rape blossoms, stubble and stubble flowers bloom dizzy, sweet and crispy in the heart, how suitable for kissing at this time! Kissing with the wind and rain, kissing with the wind on rainy days, the kisses in spring are fresh, with a faint smell of mint and sunny scent.

The mood is brisk, the clouds and water plus a little restlessness, it is clearly the call of the wild. Whispering all over the mountains, all over the mountains are stirring, grass and trees have lovers and feelings, all of which are the forces of nature. How many love stories have begun here. How many virgin virgins were broken and achieved gorgeous turns. Spring is a huge glass bottle, the ice in the bottle has melted, and youth is fermented in the babbling water. The sweetness of private life, the pain of tearing the heart and lungs, that kind of real thing is by no means comparable to Qiong Yao drama, and it will affect a lifetime, so that spring has become an indelible spring in a person's life, indelible, with some vivid details.

Spring is really not the season of reading, it is only suitable for casual flipping and flipping. Extreme changes in mood and abnormal mental activity are not suitable for reading. However, suitable for writing, I can write my own satisfactory works every spring, and the speed of thinking jump is something I can't predict. I have always believed that the quality of the work is accidental, and it is very much related to the mood of the solar terms. A baby is born, the quality of this work, of course, depends on the texture of the parents, if there is no careful preparation and brewing, I am afraid that there will be accidents, which shows the importance of the environment. The birth of Confucius is said to be the result of the wild union, that thousands of years ago in the spring, the strange wilderness, the fragrance of flowers, the grass long warbler flying, in the uninhabited countryside they took the sky as an account, the earth as a bed, full of passion, entangled together, and jointly completed a masterpiece, this work integrates the essence of heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, the aura of nature, Confucius became the embodiment of wisdom.

How exciting the spring tour is! At the old temple fair, Miss Qianjin met the Dancing Prince, she looked at him with a peach blossom shyly, he also smiled at her gently and elegantly, a marriage was buried in each other's hearts, and after a long and tortuous and complex interpretation, it came to a happy ending. This is the basic model of Chinese drama. This model has its own rationality, and also caters to the general psychology of Chinese good things and grinding to end up in the reunion, but it is too long, too entangled, and it is inevitable that there will be a little resentment and sadness, after all, in the play, it cannot be deeply investigated.

The spring tour of the shin horse is something I admire. "Twilight springers, spring clothes are ready. Five or six crowned people, six or seven boys, bathing in Yi, dancing in the wind, and singing home. "This is the best passage to write about spring travel, and whenever I read it, I always yearn for it, as if I can feel the harmony of the spring breeze, the peace of mind and the taste of life." Compared with today's people, spring travel is always shrouded in the atmosphere of business, how much money is paid, how much is the accommodation, how much is the ticket, it is really difficult to walk without money. The price derived from the spring trip becomes a luxury, less mood, and also changes taste.

Returning to the countryside in the spring to find the relics of the ancients, it is not difficult to go up to five or six adults and six or seven children, but it is impossible to swim in the river, the pollution has long affected the river pond, as for dancing and singing in the wind, it is even more strange. The fun of "busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites" can be experienced, then go to the field to fly kites, raise your head in the brilliant spring sun, straighten the line, and run above the wilderness, which is also a natural folk dance. The wheat wave rolls, the face is like a tongue licking, and the wind monster is naughty.

Love Letter (3)

On the weekend, passing by the square of the community, I saw a group of children chasing and flying kites, as if they had released their hearts, happy like birds in the sky. In a corner of the square, there was an old man sitting on a mazazi, holding a kite line, calmly looking at it from a distance, like a Buddha.

I believe that the kite is a love letter written by people to spring, holding a solemn welcome ceremony with a pious attitude and offering the purest and most romantic confession. Therefore, people who fly kites should be sincere and simple, and must not have a utilitarian heart. Children and the elderly fly kites, the posture is the most adorable, but also the most pleasing to the eye, "children return from school early, busy taking advantage of the east wind to release paper kites", just by imagination, the heart will also smile into a crescent.

Everyone's childhood, there will be a kite. I remember when I went to school, the spring cold material is steep, the teacher of the handicraft class will take us to learn how to make a kite, the material is very simple, it is the drawing of the handicraft course material, the swallow style, the comparison instructions, in accordance with the folding operation, glue, scissors, and rope together, a lesson can be completed. After class, many boys are eager to try it out and take kites to the playground to show their skills. When luck is good, the kite can fly for several rounds, and the luck is poor, and before it can fly, it is blown by the monster of the wind. Even so, we are very happy.

The kite in the handicraft class could not withstand the wind, but it touched the itch in my heart, and when I came home, I pestered my father to make a big kite for me. Under my soft and hard bubbles, my father went around collecting materials for making kites, setting up a large table at home, and groping to make them. I cut the bamboo grate, made the skeleton, pasted the straw, put on the color, and the kite was completed for several days. According to the experience summarized by my father, the head of the kite should be harder, the body should be curved, and the tail should be longer, so that it is easy to maintain balance when flying. I followed my father to the large playground of the school to test fly the kite in the family home, but I did not expect that the first test flight was successful, and my father taught me how to retract the spool to make the kite fly higher.

Once, I met a mother and son, the little boy was seven or eight years old, his eyes were wandering, his behavior was somewhat abnormal, there was not much communication between mother and son, it was the mother herself who flew the kite, the boy sometimes squatted on the ground to play with the soil, sometimes stood up and cried inexplicably, and sometimes ran with the mother to chase the kite. I noticed that he was running very fast, running non-stop, and I couldn't help but think of Forrest Gump. It was later learned that the boy was suffering from autism and did not go to school, and his mother often took him here to fly kites. The butterfly kite they fly is the most beautiful kite I have ever seen – the kite is connected to the mother's love and the other to hope.

When the father went to Weifang on a business trip, he brought back an eagle kite, hung it on the wall, mentioned many times to put it, but did not bother to go out, one day, a friend brought the child to the home as a guest, the little guy clamored to go to the kite, he put it downstairs, just put it up, the kite suddenly scraped on the pole, it was torn apart, and the child cried a lot. After that, the kite and I have lost their intersection, and spring seems to have become insignificant.

Until that spring, when I was hospitalized, I inadvertently looked out in the 10th floor ward, saw a lot of people flying kites on The Spring City Square, overlooking down, kites are getting fatter and fatter, people are smaller than kites, so small that they can be ignored, my heart is bulging, people establish contact with spring through kites, how did I forget? God has always been equal and merciful, giving people a lot of spring light, so that people know how to cherish spring, reach out to nature for strength, why do I automatically abstain?

Kites flew, and the sky seemed more noble than the earth. There is a saying in the "Book of Poetry and Daya", "The kites fly in the sky, the fish jump in the water", flying kites, stemming from a human heart and romantic feelings: "Paper flowers are like snow flying in the sky, and the delicate women swing around." Five-color luo skirt wind swing, so that the butterfly bucket spring return", in the old days, kite flying, swing is a must for spring homework, pretty men and women fly kites, spring wind is a matchmaker, help deliver love; The Tang Dynasty poet Gao Biao's poem has a unique meaning, "The sound of the silent strings at night is blue in the sky, and the palace merchants trust the wind." It is faintly like a song that can be heard, and it is blown by the wind to be heard", the kite sounds, like the sound of silk bamboo. Oh, this love letter to spring, and the background music.

How I want to be the kite-flying child in "Hundred Sons", how much I want to write a love letter for spring affectionately. Mo negative spring light, Mo negative love, start from flying kites, no, it is the kite that releases us, let us temporarily release from the reinforced concrete high-rise buildings, throw into nature, step on the spring to find love, and fly dreams.