Spring "Hustle"
Bi Xiangchun
Last night, when Dreams and three or five strange friends stepped into the green, someone proposed to use the words "instrument, hustle" as a poem, rough and rough, and morning practice combing to relieve the boredom of the epidemic
Four dogs vying for the master,
Commentary on the poems:
Don't dream of the lake fish chasing the kite,
Returning to his hometown, Yan followed the clouds.
The lone duck on the river envies the heron,
Treehead squirrel praises cat gong.
The apricot blossoms of the finch play are suspicious of falling,
Ant Dengcao face sucks dew clear.
Light rain and bright sun depicting Xiuling,
Bamboo swaying sings the morning breeze.
The old woman is about to cut wild vegetables,
The little girl leans on the mother to tease the dragonfly.
Drunk and drunk,
Chun Yin was confused by the epidemic sound.
The white dog laughed at the black dog mistake,
Mistakenly read alfalfa in Gongying.
Shi Weng smiled and dusted the mask,
Bloom the eyebrow peak as a spring peak!
Dashing spring rain
Last night's spring rain came mightily,
And very generous, not stingy,
Lusting all things, it is really too peaceful
The Elephant of prosperity!
Spring rain also imitates the tiger to take advantage of the wind,
Break into the dream with great fanfare.
What a beautiful apricot vein,
Carefree bamboo is awe-inspiring.
Shame replied to the palace willow,
Only non-promises to the side of the road.
The wheat is asleep,
Greedy cup sweet li mistaken good morning.
About the Author:
Bi Xiangchun, a native of Qingshui County, Tianshui City, is a retired worker who likes literature and is happy to taste the beautiful things in the world.