Zhou Qunqi's poetry album | the first (22) issue of the personal album of the author (poet) signed by "Dingyuan Literature"

Entering Spring (Group Poems)

weeping willow

Spring by the small river

The first draped curtain hung out

To block the cold wind

But the spring light was spilled

The whispers of the swallows, are on the wicker

Flashing dot notes

After the sound of rain, it hangs under the curtain

Full of broken steps of spring-seekers

Spring

The drizzle is silent. It's just that

Vegetables handed over to me by the vegetable farmer

Still drenched in water

Bare hands

It was covered with water droplets

An old raincoat, for him

Cover the spring cold and look at him

When looking for change

Shivering figures, again

Scattered silent drizzle

On the day of the sting, I was at the Murakami sake house

Perhaps, it was the sound of poetry recitations, and laughter and applause

Overshadowed by the sound that this season should have

On the day of the sting, I was at the Murakami sake house

Also waiting for the first thunder of the new spring

The sun is much softer. Century to the ancient village of Wu

Murakami sake was included. The extravagance and wind of the house

There are also those of us who have gathered together from the Sanqu Avenue

In the way of wine and poetry, it praises the style of Changshan modern homestay

I was used to diving, and I also took the opportunity to let go of my mood

A few pregnant stomachs, drunk a few poetry worms that are still hibernating

A poem by Takato, "Murakami Sake House", is used as a sake

On the day of the sting, drink with the poets of the Three Qu

Canola flowers

Laugh when you see it. Strange on

Bee butterflies swagger. Watch a slice

Wang Yang, with the same brilliance as the sun

More enchanting

Flowers in the bushes, put yourself

Act as a green leaf

The smiling shadow of the spring light

Looming

Grass

Under a tree, by the side of a road or under the eaves

Dormant for a winter

I've seen drifting zeros of fallen leaves

Seen bullying in the wind, rain and frost

When the thunder that rolls like a wheel sounds

You wake up on a rainy night after a sting

With your dedication and sincerity

Paint the world green

The morning sun is lying on you

Feel your warmth

Not easily

Your side

Flowers bloom and smiles are like gold

The old man who sells kites

Browse on the bridge and take a seat

Swing open the kites

Dressed as a sanitation worker

This morning, yes

Or he cleaned up

February is the day to fly kites

The rising sun stood shoulder to shoulder with him

Good mood for the day

In the laughter of the children, they are releasing again

Kites in trees

Who fly the kite

It landed on this big tree

with a branch

Lingered for a night

It also wants to fly. It's just that

The treetops were reluctant to let it go

Love and hate, tethered

The two ends of a string

In the morning wind, I

Seemed to hear its howl

Grass

Under a tree, by the side of a road or under the eaves

Dormant for a winter

I've seen drifting zeros of fallen leaves

Seen bullying in the wind, rain and frost

When the thunder that rolls like a wheel sounds

You wake up on a rainy night after a sting

With your dedication and sincerity

Paint the world green

The morning sun is lying on you

Feel your warmth

Not easily

Your side

Flowers bloom and smiles are like gold

Author Profile: Zhou Qunqi, male, belongs to the chicken. Retired cadres. Zhejiang Jiangshan people. Loves poetry.

Selected from previous periods

Dingyuan, China

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