Early spring in February

In February, snowflakes wrapped in a light veil mist

With a rich and warm Taste of the Year

Greet a new sun

Walk in the twilight drum and morning bell of the blessing of all beings

February's songs float over festive eyebrows

Swirl around the ridge of the straw

The February wind whisks away the dust of the years

Nutrients that have been melted into the soil

February's light penetrates the cold clouds to warm the north

The green cape was what I lay in

A promise in the yellow earth

Stand on the threshold of February

It was as if I heard the murmur of swallows under the eaves

Through February's eyes

It was as if I saw the growth of wheat fields in a field

February you are like a toddler

The temptation to stagger towards color

February

You are more like the rough man in the north, strong and bold

You are a turbulent river hidden underground

The flower language of spring is surging with it

You are a spring silkworm bound by layers of ribbons in a cocoon

It is pregnant with colorful wings

You are a humble and silent thinker

Root the seeds of attachment in the spring time

February, you are the virgin of all things

Exuberant emotions at the beginning of life

Early spring anthocyanins bloom in the red heart of the radish

The enthusiasm of early spring rises in the petals of the starry sky

Big red lanterns hung high with the message of early spring

I smelled spring in the crumbs of firecrackers shattered

It's Tu Su in February

Drunken with the spring breeze of the new peach swaying

Let the beautiful spring colors linger on the shores of winter

spring

I have set up a courtyard for you in the hard soil of February

Wait under a drunken red maple tree

Peach plum white flowers

The courtyard has overflowed with February Acacia

What can't stand loneliness is not the red apricot sticking out of the wall

It was my surging waves that lapped at the door of spring

Awaken the hibernating north

The wish of spring flutters in colorful hanging money

The breath of spring swept over the face of the window flower

Clinging to the lintel of spring

Spring flowers of thought

It has long been crazy on a stubble of hair in the first month

I saw it in the cymbals of the wind

Green grass garden, dressed weeping willows

But you covered my sight with frost, with fog, with haze

I've already put it

Collect the sun and leave the seeds in your bag

I can't spread it all the way

Ah, February you are the drumstick that has been idle for a long time

Passionately knock on the winter ice

At this time

Southern grass long warbler flying smoke wind

Holding an olive branch in February

Bring the words of spring

thereupon

A heart in the frozen north

Restless in the amniotic fluid

February's gaze harvests the flowers that bloom in my heart

I soaked familiar memories in the warm sun

The warm soothing can't keep you in the footsteps of spring

The melting residual snow could no longer hide the new green of early spring

Walk in early spring in February

May every day be a bright spring