The geese fly south and wait for the spring to return

"Spring Returns" | text: Aibo Qingshan

"Watching the Pure Dream of the Plain Heart, Ge Yun Zen Sound"

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Winter to spring, the heart felt the ancient boiling soup bubbling, grunting in addition to the crystal clear white, followed by unhesitating panting, large mouth greed sucking the kind of crisp coolness of spring. I like to walk in the spring, even if it is a cement road, there is a bit of yellow dust trance, looking up, the more I feel the glaze smoke stain, the more I feel a kind of clear and lofty coolness.

Winter is gone, and the thought of spring is like a flower embroidered on a pillow with a few more thoughts. In winter, a silent whetstone, with numbness and closure, there is still a voice of love ringing the silver bell, with the love of the moment, shallow and deep, silently stored bullet dust, the soul ferry out of the bleakness of the locust flower.

The sky is broken, the bitter sea is deep, the farther you look, the chest calmly absorbs the coolness of the hollow, and under the feet is the shadow of the yellow earth, which should relieve the cold and provoke the dream. This spring mood grew out of the ground, with a mysterious bitterness, abruptly and slashing at the stomach sac, and the decadent feeling seemed to dissolve and melt without struggling.

Watching the dream of su xin, the rhyme of Zen, but imagining the romance of the storm and rain, not envious of the clouds and the moon that flows on the floating table, every hope is generated, it is so shy, but also has the lively happiness of the green plum bamboo horse.

Listening to the murmuring, if you tend to put on the wonderful sound, the canal overflows, looking down at the mountains and wild green light, there is no concentration, but I just feel that the sting is shrouded, the puzzle is drifting, and the perfect interpretation is also missing the sweetness and sourness of the world.

Struggle is the greatest force of resistance of humility, breaking through the ground and approaching greatness. I was afraid of nature, and the sting of the scars on my body twisted my emotions, and the good spring had its own luster, and it seemed to carry a strong pressure and tenderness. Discouraged, there is a gentle feeling that is difficult to become a big tool and cannot be used.

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In the early morning, the heart is arrogant, quite polite, and then the gentleman's bravado and purity. The green mountains are there, the people are not old, and at noon, the white sun of Bo Ao actually produces a dirty earthy yellow orange network. The wit of spring makes people drunk and dream. Love must be close to delusion and true, and it must be both interesting and beginning. The spring is wrapped around the nest of the beam, giving birth to the idyllic meaning of the bath photo. Life should be self-loving, self-cherishing, mo fell into the endless acacia blood tears throwing red beans, spring willow poplar flowers full of flowers.

The mountains are dreaming, and the spring valley is green. Ring with Mao deep summer, Eun Ying Dai fine roots.

Looking at the return of this spring, I still feel uncomfortable, shaking my arms and twisting my waist just to find some fun. The wind from the south carries a sense of freshness, full of a kind of pure sincerity of destructive interest, from birth to death, why should it be disguised, spring comes and goes, where spring comes, and the familiar rhyme end of the scene is painted with a sense of fog and ink. Fleeting happiness wets lips and teeth, and the calm life and death begin to be deeply shallow.

I have always regarded spring as an opponent, not delayed by the clinique stream, rushing into the dusk of the mixed end of the bright trees, and whispering love in the seemingly thick night. The light fold of the high seal of the forest, the dryness of the evil heart interfered with the peace of emotion, and the burning brilliant place really crushed the heart several times.

Rank Rank Sigan, Quiet South Mountain. Such as bamboo buds, such as pines. Brothers and brothers are good, no one is still in harmony. Like a continuation of the ancestors, building a hundred blocks, southwest of its households. He lives in the room and laughs and speaks. The Cabinet of covenants, the bridges. Wind and rain are gone, birds and mice are gone, and gentlemen are worried about taro.

Xiao Ya is not full of ancient feelings, I think you should be a small river, walking through the rough road, maybe I am a small fish, to pick up more of this whole poem, in order to express the admiration of the heart, swim around in your river, only to see the stars and the sun and shadow of the two hearts.

Rough and fresh, the dark and shallow fireworks wandering in the sleeping dream, GaoXin's sea trees are warm and feminine, it seems to float between heaven and earth, peeling gorgeous clean posture, that cool spring is not called cold, but awakened network. Take my heart and everything away, knowing the frost cold tree head, still feel this spring cold back, this indulgent spring to return, with the bitter juice of life blooming, hidden in the sweetness of the heart.

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Pen name: Aibo Qingshan, no matter how hard and tired life is, it is also worth us to write and sing, and the creation comes from thinking, only those who continue to think will rub out the spark and inspiration of creation.

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