Spring is the festival of the land, the festival of man and all life, or the festival of man and nature, snow and ice can only melt in front of her, no one can stop the vigorous birth of spring, can not stop the spring warm flowers blooming...
——Inscription/Li Wubing
‖ Spring, the dream of walking into nature
Spring is here
Nature uses the seeds of a winter's accumulation
Ignite your own passion
The flowers bloom like a night
One by one, the secrets of life are opened
Summon people
Get closer to the world of flowers and love
Seasons and seasons
Soaked in fragrance
Pleasing to the eye
Extra kind
It's like walking into a dream of nature
Admiration came to mind
Flowers use colorful language
Touched our eyes
Touch our souls
‖ This season, spring begins to warm brightly
Homesickness
Dreams also come alive
The little tadpole wags its tail
Spring begins to warm brightly
Walk on the returning field
Listen to the sound of worms, a sound, a sound
Awaken the smile on his father's face
Actually, on weekdays
Father always loved to keep his face on the back
It was rare to see him smile so cheerfully
Farming haunted my father's mind day and night
Melancholy filled his calendar
Just hear the sound of worms
Hear the breath of the land awakening
That's why he laughs
The face is full of the fragrance of the field
Follow the buffalo behind his father
The four hooves were also nailed to the mound and did not move
Snort slows down
Afraid of scaring away the master's interest
This slow and slow rhythm
It is the heart rhythm of the land
Hometown, I am in my dreams
I miss my father's kindness again
I also want to lean over the field
Listen to the intimate sound of worms
Listen to the heartbeat of the earth
‖ Spring rain sprinkles on the land of the hometown
Silk, wisps
Half drizzle, half gentle wind
Draw a constant silver wire
Curtains woven with spring
A piece of green brick deva
Shrouded in obscurity
Say it's transparent
But it's colorful
Green willows dripping by the pool
Spring in front of the court
A girl's flower umbrella
A little pink
Move on the way out of the village
Wet, moist
Slowly and leisurely moving
Natural colorful colors
Has awakened on the land
Say it's silent
But smell the happy duck chirping
There is also the laughter of the plough in the courtyard
There are also village children playing in the water under the eaves
From time to time, there is a lively noise
The most important is the tile house where the agricultural technology department is taught
Chalk beats rhythmically like woodpeckers
Ding-ding, ding-ding
A new rhyme is added to the rain
Last night's silent air
It was scratched by the unearthed new shoots
Melt in the spring rain
Gentle, gently
The silk of the clouds, the clouds of fog
A good picture of smoke and rain covered the Ten Mile Green Ridge
A farmhouse hedge
It's like a fantasy dream...
‖ This wild vegetable can take away all my sense of taste
There is no heart dish lying on the edge of the field
Never invite bees to provoke butterflies
Only spring light
Rest on its tender leaves
Do not wait for the flowers to bloom
Impatiently walked into the cow's mouth and danced
Comfort the heroes of spring ploughing
I liked that it carried the scent of the fields
Mixed in oil and salt rice is a delicacy
Fragrant overflowing neighbors
Wait for me to come home from school
Chews like a buffalo grass
Chew it with relish
Don't know how to give to hard-working mothers
Leave a small leaf behind – try something new
Only when I get old do I know the guilt of this mistake
But Mom had long since gone
Don't know why
Days of food and clothing
In my heart when I was young
This wild vegetable is even more noble than ground rice
It's mundane leaves
It takes away all my sense of taste
‖ There are also herons flying lightly in the dream
Is this a heron bird flying from its hometown?
Beautiful crane. at first glance
In dreams, they also fly lightly
I like that naughty look
The frolick is full of family affection and childlike fun
The chirping that swept over the reed leaves
The cloud is as clean as it is
The feathers were polished
One side of the blue sky
Loved the ecology of their arrangement
Immerse yourself in the landscape created by heron birds
There are poetic intentions to move around in the field of vision
Refreshing. Seems to be from the birds
I can understand their love words
A feeling that came out of nowhere
Hidden in the eyes and heart
Affectionately become a sign of beauty
Touching the soul
Li Wubing Profile: Formerly known as Li Wubin, his ancestral home is Ezhou, Hubei Province, born in Wuhan, and now lives in Beijing. He has published more than a thousand poems in newspapers and periodicals such as People's Daily, People's Liberation Army Daily, Guangming Daily, Xinhua Digest, People's Literature, Poetry Journal, and People's Liberation Army Literature and Art, and authored poems such as "March Pear Blossom Fly", "Nostalgia", "Treasure Collection", "Blue Love", "Kiss of Love", "Selected Lyric Poems of Li Wubing" (upper and lower volumes), essay collection "Sunbird", and long documentary literature "Children of Nature".