Author:Xie Yunfeng/Xiaoyan (Jiangxi)
(i)
I write spring into poetry, and the frost and snow are gone.
The sun is shining brightly for March, and the peach and plum fragrance send a few pools.
Thousands of rivers and mountains are one color, and a hundred flowers are beautiful and colorful.
The red glow of xianya cape shines, and the people of the whole country are happy.
(ii)
The sun is warm in March, and I write about spring in poetry.
A thousand willow trees float on the banks of the dam, and yellow warblers spread their wings and empty branches.
The roadside herbs are fragrant and spit out, and the clear fish in the water absorb oxygen.
The people laughed, and the land of Shenzhou raised a red flag.
(iii)
The four moons shine on the willows, and the green silk beats the branches of the trees.
Whoever weaves summer rain into sentences, I write spring into poetry.
Swallows nest in the mud, and hemp eagles catch butterflies to fill their hunger.
The fine house is blessed with life and happiness, and the joy of life everywhere is known.
(iv)
Summer rush may swallows flying, summer heat comes and sweat is not far away.
Lilies are cultivated and cared for, and seedling irrigation should be maintained.
Whoever cultivates the lotus root into the soil, I write the spring into poetry.
The leaves are ready to bloom at the beginning of the blue flowers, and the sweet fragrance accompanies all the families.
(5)
In the high september of autumn, the chrysanthemums are in full bloom.
Thousands of mountains and mountains are densely forested, and the fruit trees on the steep slopes are strange.
Crops are harvested and stored every sunny day, and agricultural grain is moved out of the ground and open warehouses.
The four seasons of the year are good, and I write spring into poetry.
May 1, 2022
Editor: Li Xunxiu, Zhao Yanju, Editorial Board of Qingyanwei Literature