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Spring is so beautiful
· Zhang Mohan ·
Folding willows is equivalent to giving something new
Reset a barrier. Make a whistle with tiny leaves
They are butterflies that have just learned to fly
Practice rock climbing around an earthen mountain. - A small river in the distance
Snow-white teeth are exposed as objects of tuna
An osprey places the smouldering qi from its body into a boat
The hull began to shake, and they did not panic
After the birds have dispersed
The surface of the water is like a mirror, and the hull of the ship stops shaking in an instant
One arrow follows behind the other
Maybe you only see a reverie burrowing into the water, or light
Wake up the dreamer's eyes
As a terrestrial creature
Whistles are the same as flocks
Ospreys are children of water, moss on the rocks
It's a human who has just climbed ashore
Author: Zhang Mohan (1977.12.3-2022.2.26), a native of Pei County, Xuzhou, is a member of xuzhou writers association. Poetry: Record life and write with life. Like simple, like snail heavy shell and slow walking.
Photography | Wan Kun
Take life for granted
· Chen Aini ·
Sitting in front of the window There are two sunshine times a day
Will stay in the glass
It has the delicate aroma of tea and a graceful swirl
A lazy cat stepped over the book
It has the mind of a man the crisp sound of water droplets in the kitchen
Scroll through the time it's active
Its owner was immersed in her world
...... Water the flowers Weed a pot of holly to shape
There is a green fruit that is bred by an orange tree
Its owner could not resist praising it
A celebration of a life
It is calculated from the beginning of October
And a little splendid embroidery is around
Grow up slowly
Author: Chen Aini, a native of Xi'an. Poems and reviews have been published. He is the author of the collection "Letters with Relatives". The 6th Poetry Exploration Chinese Poetry Discovery Awards Critics Finalist Award.
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The spring breeze in my body
· Guanhua ·
Hidden buds are like heartbeats, before spring arrives
Turn on the nucleus of time, open my touch
The spring breeze that dwells in me
One after another
In the water of the mekong, leaning birds
Wipe the tears from peach blossoms
A look out over a leaf
The noisy fragrance ignites the lips of the season
Sunlight awakens lush greenery
Grow in the body, grow a piece
Splendid rivers and mountains. Life, in the warmth of revival
Be gentle. Spring looms in the sky and beyond
Author: Guan Hua, Shaanxi Dali people. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Shaanxi Writers Association, and the vice chairman of the Dali County Writers Association. He is the author of the poetry collection "Missing the Blossom in Spring" and "South of the Wei River".
Photography | Netizen Li Shiju
Peach Blossom Words
· Jungang Walker ·
Lighter than the world, than the lost wild hemp duck
Earlier saw a grand event, not into the water
Without folding the neck for five buckets of rice, spring is beautiful enough
Each flower has its own mount, slanted out of the branches
Lightning-fast and unnoticed
Peach blossoms are no exception, and white clothes crossing the river are as lonely as snow
When I met them at the Green Fork, the painter
Without mentioning the pink ink dot dyeing, they are different from
Wu Lan's is precisely the love and pity for the world that does not abandon
A tree is independent, and there is a curved charm on the south side of the mountain
Each one is independent, and there are high and low springs in the eyes
Before the suffering is over, why choose to bloom
At night, with clear dew in your mouth, look at the starry sky
A burst of pink and white, making spring worth visiting
Author: Jun Gang Xinger, born in 1970 in Qishan, Guanzhong, Shaanxi, has worked as a worker, newspaper editor, and real estate marketer. Living away from poetry, he returned to creation in 2013, and his works were selected for various annual anthologies. He published a collection of self-selected poems "The Fourth Person", "Cherry Blossoms Are Beautiful", "Words: Self-Portraits", and officially published the poetry collection "Uneasy Kindness". Ju Xi'an.
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Wind chime ferry
· Dumb melon ·
Spring began, and another flock of birds flew away
There will also be a return of a batch
They sound very good, and they are called differently
I took the shoal that I used to go to
It's called Wind Chime Ferry. It does not cross people
A kind of incense in the mind. Hidden, single
Can't attract bees and butterflies. But you don't know
The wind at the mouth of the Yellow River blew for a whole year
Still couldn't blow it up, it wanted to go
That place
Author: Dumb Melon, male, post-70s, from Kenli District, Dongying City, Shandong Province.
Photography | Netizen Gao Yangbin University Town, Fengxi New Town, Xixian New District
Greet the spring with a seed
· Bai Gongzhi ·
Must precede spring before it arrives
Lay an ambush and go on the road
The seed held its breath and remained silent
The more time, it's like a dream
Suspended above the void. Dancing with them
There is also hope, anxiety, fate
Slowly reveal the final secret by time
or results. It's like life
From the beginning of being planted into destiny, it was there
In the hope of the sowers
Sprouting, scattering, flowering, fruiting
The whole process is long and full of anxiety
The ending was rewritten by wind and rain
But in the end, it could not escape the capture of fate
Planting melons gets melons, and planting beans gets beans
Always expected, seeds in the preset position
Fight a nice ambush
Author: Bai Gongzhi, folk poet. More than a thousand poems have been published. Some works have been selected for a variety of anthologies. The poem "Full Age" was selected into the 2013 China Good Poetry List. He won the Outstanding Poet Award of the 2nd Jindi Poetry Award and the Nomination Award of the 5th China New Poetry Discovery Award. He is the author of the poetry collection "Notes on Village Residences" and other works.
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Spring – to you
· Feng Guoguo ·
You blurted out: Flower Banks
The sun was running all the way from that end
A golden hue swept over his face
——The spring flowers of a river embankment
You say, this robe is generous
Spring, sure enough, everything is good
As soon as the spring breeze blows, the flowers bloom
The spring breeze blows again, and the whole mountain and river ripple
Author: Feng Guoguo, member of Shaanxi Writers Association, vice chairman of Shangluo Writers Association, chairman of Shangluo Young Writers Association. His works have been selected for a variety of anthologies. He won the 7th "Chinese Poetry Breakthrough Annual New Talent Award" and "2020 Shaanxi Poetry Poet of the Year" and other awards, and was shortlisted for the 5th China Young Poets Award. Published the poetry collection "Advent" and "Three Thousand".
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I liked it, and loved it
· Walking Wind Bone ·
I don't say it again. The reeds ripple
The south wind put on short sleeves
I'm going to be a silent person
So that you can be worthy of your glory
In the secret places of spring, pain is impossible
A coat bends the cormorant's eyebrows
What I like and what I love
Even I hated it
All are resurrected
They were all higher than my spring solitude
Author: Walking Wind Bone, a native of Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province, after the 70s, writes poetry and also writes novels.
Photography | Xi'an netizen Song Guang
Walk on Dongguan Street on a spring night
· Snow Butterfly ·
I want to start with Qionghua
I also want to start at the source of the Grand Canal
Or the pretty Wang sisters
And how to make green bricks old
In order not to see the traces of repair
The old rouge gouache is more suitable for women with peach blossom eyes
And how I changed
All have hoarse voices, heavy steps, and no skirts to be graceful
There are many illusions in the lights
Had to trance the moon sometimes turned green
That's how you explain what falls into the water
Still alive, climbing up from the other shore
What else is in the corner, what else is in the exquisite gate
The man who read the poetry was my friend
The owner of the tea house is his friend, and Li Zheng is his friend's friend
Let's talk about the stones under your feet again
We've been stepping on it for so many years
How to bear to blame it for accidentally tripping us up
Author: Snow Butterfly, a native of Jiamusi, Heilongjiang Province. Loves poetry. There are publications.
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Find spring
· Wang Erbao ·
I like to interact with the grass and trees before the early spring comes
When there is no one
I will carefully peel off the upside-down willow buds
Like a gentle killer. Look at the furry, unborn
pollen
This is used to infer its date of birth
Infer its companions
How many days will it be seen as human beings
Eye
Author: Wang Erbao, a native of Weinan, Shaanxi, is a post-70s poetry lover.
Photography | Tang Zhidan Shaanxi Ankang
In the spring
· Komura ·
In February, the sky was blue
No cloud can convince it
The wind that swept through thousands of rivers and mountains crawled in the town in the afternoon
It couldn't be better than that. Reach out and poke
Sunlight is like a faint jelly
The sweetness of grass buds is hidden in the air
I pulled out the royal blue trench coat
Walk through the whole town
Smile at people you know and don't know
Couldn't have been better than that
If only the train in forty minutes had been a second earlier
Cast you to me
Author: Xiaocun, formerly known as Xing Ruixia, likes words, has been practicing poetry for more than three years, and has poetry appeared in paper media and WeChat public platforms.
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Ballad of Spring Light
· Eagle Kawakawa ·
Language-trimmed flowers are called spring
The clean and shallow time and poetry are hung on the branches of idealism
After reading a herbos rain
The river that insists on neglect says love before a iris
Birdsong is as fresh as a little girl's song
Some of the backs came into view and walked out of the old house
Say goodbye to twilight and cooking smoke
Some weeping willows did not say anything about their hearts and far away
Not to incorporate the wind mango extension
Smile back through the earth
Awakens the serrations of the branches
Wake up to the waves
And leave blank and chase night after night
Brew into a drop of honey
Author: Yichuan Ying, formerly known as Kan Xingbin, freelance poet, the third brother of the poetry Taoyuan, works for Shandong Expressway Group. His representative poems are "The Birds Are Tired, the Sky Knows", the prose essay "From the Hundred Grasses to the Sanwei Bookhouse" and so on. Poetry: Poetry has no fixed law, poetry is outside the poem! I like bike riding, photography, K-songs, sports, and poetry – without passion, the world can't progress!
Photography | Xi'an netizen Liu Wen
clear and bright
· Li Jiatong ·
Childhood
Qingming is a trip back home
Just remember the trains away from the city
And Grandpa's eyes
Grow up
Qingming is a short break to throw away textbooks
Memories are of the chase in the fields
And uncle uncle's old wine
Later
Qingming is a new tomb high and low in the distance
The sound of rain freezing outside the window when lying down at the table
And the pen head that does not stop
And now
Qingming is the melancholy of the night
Loosen up the memories of remembrance that can be pressed
And uncontrollable tears of desire
Author: Li Jiatong, a native of Tengzhou City, Shandong Province, moved with his family to Nanjing, Jiangsu Province, and is now working at Huaneng Nanjing Power Plant, engaged in party building and propaganda work. He loves literature, photography, and folk culture. He has won the title of Outstanding Youth Volunteer of Nanjing City and Outstanding Member of the Communist Youth League of Nanjing University.
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April's narrative
· Shannan Skinny Bamboo ·
The morning light begins to come out early and return late
The spring breeze is crisp and soft
The climate is moving higher and lower
Flower face, Dan horn, clown horn take turns on the field
The flowers and plants are unmoved
Colorful, lush lyricism
Refreshed april cover
Bees are persistent and unmoved by warmth and cold
An album by a laborer
Round-trip in the middle of the sea of flowers, play
The song is often sung by crisp and loud birdsong
Obscured and covered
Only in the atrium of numerous flower buds
Remember these mundane elves
Pleasant lyrics
Flowing jelly
Author: Shannan Skinny Bamboo, formerly known as Ye Baicheng. A native of Ziyang County, Shaanxi Province. He is a member of the Chinese Poetry Society, a member of the Shaanxi Writers Association, a member of the Shaanxi Provincial Prose Literature Society, a member of the Ankang Critics Association, and a contracted writer of Henan Literature.
Photography | Zheng Weibin
road
· Gao Fan ·
This road
I can't remember how many times I walked
I can't remember how many tears I spilled
I can't remember how long I walked
I thought it was a full stop
I didn't expect it
A dash was ushered in
Thought before
Keep going
Not to go out
Go forward
That's it
Kiss the world
Kiss the lover
I only found out today
The world is not parallel
Nor is it black and white
This time again
Embarked on this path
Isn't it going out
Is there no escape?
Is there no courage
on the road
The flowers bloomed
The snow melted
The road is not long
Man grew up
Author: Gao Fan, like poetry, like to explore and discover the small beauty in life, ordinary things in life, observe and experience life, love life.
Photography | Wei Tao
April, moved by poetry
· Wang Qinghui ·
April
Grass long warblers fly, willows cling to each other
Would love to take off with a dream
Cross the mountains and savor the flavors
Purify the fragile mind
Look at the different colors in the world
Teased a circle
Still in place
Question the distance between dreams and reality
How to come up with this conundrum
How to relieve worries
Only poetry
Early in the morning, passing by this section
A drop of dew dripped on my head
Blocked its yearning
Originally it was a long way to go
Inadvertently, disturbing Providence
I'm guilty
Shouldn't have come here
It's going to embellish the dragon vein
In the memory of "April in the world"
Break through time and space
Let everything raise its eyebrows
It must be a Divine Reiki
I had another dream last night
Why dreams travel through time and space uninvited
Turning back, the heart is pure
Bees buzz
The wings of incitement will surely give the flower bud a kiss
Heaven and earth are long
Remove dust build-up
Listen to the seasons have you
Author: Wang Qinghui, an employee of CNPC, likes modern poetry, and many poetry works have been published in journals and newspapers. Occasionally there are small prizes.
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Look up and touch the spring (outer one)
· Zhang Pingyang ·
Duckweed's breathing became more and more tranquil
Heavy love on the surface of the water
Not a single ripple
Dewdrops dancing on mulberry leaves
Like a name, separated by commas
Eyebrow flirtation
A green tail that evokes the scenery
A cloud, a dove
You are in the ripples of a drop of rain for no reason
Run
Gu Yu Ti
The sound of cuckoos is close to the embrace
Open your arms and feel the body temperature of the mountain
Love is approaching, condensing the sound of the wind
Blow up the meandering river
The whisper of the stone twists and turns
The furry sun swims to the other side
You hand out your finger and try to take it back
I was afraid of waking up the thin coolness of spring sleep
Author: Zhang Pingyang, a native of Jiangxi, whose works can be found in "Youth", "Prose Poems" and so on.
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