Late Spring (Outer Three Songs)
Author: Nie Peng
In fact, it is spring self-humility
Say you're old
There are also some people who covet the hot summer
Preaching that spring is old
But in my eyes
Spring is still early
The charm is still there
Fang Fei is still there
Everything is simple enough to see
The heart is pure as ever
There is always a beauty that is not disturbed
Some things to do with the flowers
Silence but not silence
Occasional spring breeze to control
Still quietly elegant
The glass heart of spring
Sink in a water moon
With a pale blue sea in mind
But I never saw the shore
A battle for the bloom
Smoke waves blue
Emotions can't be shaken
Sitting in the quiet of no wind and no rain
Low eyebrows shallow Gu Fanghua ruomeng
The beauty of butterflies
Fragrant blossoms
It will eventually become a touch of warmth of memory
The wings flap colorfully
Under the light of spring
The mind opens quietly
Plotted against a strange green time
April Elegy
Sing an elegy for April
It's an emotion that wasn't quite there
But I've been waiting
Wait until today
Lots of falling flowers outside the window
All withered away in April
The wind came and went
Everything is a bit stuffy
But thoughts cannot lie down
Can't stop you from coming
Only silently maintain a meager self-sustainment
And you will be separated in the end
The sun no longer flies
Leave those warm days to spend together
Count the old days
Fear of the coming year.1
Trek with a stubborn mindset
In fact, everyone is still the same
Words piled up in nostalgia
Endless acacia in the cycle of four seasons
My lingering pain was like yesterday
Half a life of desolation and loneliness
Some things are not chosen
A melodious melody
April, the last verse
April
I am undoubtedly fond of you
In my eyes
Your Fang Fei never ends
But, at the moment
I'm really going to send you away
Because this year is for you and me
This is all the last verse
In April, I wrote a lot of poems
Sometimes wake up in the middle of the night
I also want you to read your verses
Sometimes I wake up repeatedly
In this clear city
But I heard frogs chirping
The stars of the night are plucked by whoever plucks them
Give them to the blades of grass one by one
I was blowing in the morning wind
The mind is percussed in circles
In April, I was often worried
My heart will not burst out
I had to find a vessel
Come and hold my heart full of growth
April river young
The branches are crisp
It becomes a scenery that makes people stop
Therefore, no one wants to close it
Farewell to your door
I hold your body temperature tight
Flow together to the top of the East Mountain
There is also a lake on the top of the mountain
Not idle for a moment
Pieces of clouds jumped down
Wash all the way to the wind and dust
The lake is clear
Wet you, my heart
A silent hallucination
Chun Bang
Spring is actually watching
Those who initially see their passion
And the current cool and thin world
The spring water is still leisurely
In a light smile
Euphemistically and gently tolerate unintentional people
Late spring is also what spring looks like
Dysy Willow is still in the line
Noble or dignified
The retreat breeze is also abundant
Before the bustling landing
There is still a lush path sprinkled with spring
Nothing to expect
And so it goes naturally
As long as there is no loss of nutrients in the bones
Yunshui must be normal
The heart is dull
The coming day must be long
Enron has always been there
Fengya has also been in her arms
The embankment separated by the flow of years
There are songs in the fireworks
And dark incense never misses the appointment
See you on the water side
If the first sight is clear