Poetry about spring

The Rhythm of Spring - Poetry

Spring is coming slowly

With coolness and gentleness

The flowers are blooming one by one

There is still a smile on the bright red cheeks

The grass is covered with green clothes

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Patches

are green waves in the wilderness

Wandering on the spring path——

With the endless tenderness of spring

Endless secret words

Wisps of vibrations containing the beneficial wind

Stringing the strings of the heart

One by one Ancient songs

Arouse children's laughter...

The steps of early spring are still very reserved

It is a bud on the branch

It is the crisp cry of the old swallow returning to spring

The thin mud touches the soles of people's shoes

The singing of birds Poem of spring

The light cyan breeze flows through the fingers

The soft rain falls from the head...

The little spring rain

Dancing lightly and gracefully

Spring rain

Softly

Transparent

Harmonious

The sky used this needle-like thing

to weave a transparent cloth

The rain fell on the river

The circle that hit the Halo

The circles spread out——

Added the breath of spring

The gurgling trickle

Carrying the waves The fragrance of petals

and the greenness of leaves

Happily rushing forward

The green spring water

Following the wind comfortably

Ripples——

Sometimes a few thirsty swallows

swoop down

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Take a few sips of the cool river water

Fly high in the sky again

As if the spring water is part of spring

You can use it to wash your soul

Even when dreaming

Recall the sound of spring water

Actually

I only understand a little bit about spring

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I am still very superficial about spring

Let it remain superficial

I don’t want to know what spring has to offer

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Hazy impressions of spring

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July in the Long Summer

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On the pleasant rainy night in July, all the emotions stopped flying and returned to the nest. I closed my fresh eyes and listened to the touching feeling brought by the dark night through the wind.

Two

The rising river in summer is sentimental, and the drifting green leaves are my confession. You who walked by the water have never paid attention to it, the far bank The gaze I left behind could not help but become haggard and sentimental.

Three

Some of the roses outside the house will leave me at this time of year. They all once loved me happily when they were young and happy.

Four

The trains speeding along the long road in the dusk do not know how to cherish the scenery of the journey. They whiz by. Perhaps they only show their persistence and depth when they reach the station on their way?

五

Birds were chirping among the branches of the lush forest, gently swaying on the dark green swing, and telling each other a little about their thoughts in the gentle evening breeze. After the party, Xixia gently took off her evening makeup, and used her light fingers to gently remove my sad face in the summer night.

Six

I look up at the rainless night sky. There is the loneliest star in the deep sky of the Milky Way. It knows that the love affair with Ye Yu has no fate, so in Only then did her eyes reveal the incomparable loneliness and sadness.

Seven

My dream is no longer brilliant, it becomes black and white. It sleeps quietly in the lake in July, with traces of tears sliding down its face.

Eight

The path you walked left a fragrance. In the quiet time after dinner this weekend, my flute could not play a suitable background movement, sweet The stem of happiness has been broken by the footsteps of sighs.

Nine

In front of the dressing table after you left, there is still the silver brooch I gave you. It stays here quietly, obediently. Waiting for you to put it on.

Ten

I stood in front of this house like this, my heart resting on this soft hill full of longing. Sighing and facing the setting sun in the west.

Eleven

I want to look into the distance and find you, but I am blocked here by the wall of emotional pain. The footsteps of shrinking memories finally bring me back to this place. In the empty house, it ruthlessly covered the windows, and its heart was also shackled.

Twelve

And I am powerless to save my dying heart.

Thirteen

I have a wish that in this cold long July, it is your first light that lights up in the attic in your city, With me, the last light to go out in this small town, I can close my tired eyes at the same time and let my heart sleep together.

Some people love the fragrant spring, some love the fruitful autumn, and some love the winter with flying snowflakes. But I only love the colorful summer.

Summer is hot. God seems to have a fever, the temperature has reached over 35 degrees! The sun is like a fireball, scorching the earth, the air is sultry, and the ground is boiling hot. The animals can escape the heat well. Dogs hide in the shade, sticking out their long tongues and panting heavily, as if they have just participated in a marathon; fish hurriedly emerge from the water and spit out bubbles; buffaloes also "tick". "Deng" ran into the water, and stayed in the water to death, refusing to come out; Zhi Zhi exerted all his strength, "Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi!" The sycamore tree beside the road stood there listlessly, without a breath of wind, its leaves were motionless, and it was covered with thick dust. The delicate flowers left in the sun will wither in a few minutes. People are also hiding in their homes like they are hiding from monsters. The people inside the house felt uncomfortable too. Those with air conditioning turned on it, while those without air conditioning had direct electric fans, and some kept shaking their big leaf fans.

Summer is fun. Hot summer days are a great time for swimming. The children, who couldn't hold it any longer, were already rushing towards the swimming pool in groups of three and two, like rockets. They quickly changed their clothes, and with a sound of "plop!", they rushed into the pool one after another. The swimming ring blooms like blooming flowers on the swimming pool. The children were like lively and cute little ducks swimming around freely. They have so many tricks up their sleeves! Some are swimming butterfly; some are swimming breaststroke; and some are swimming backstroke! The swimming pool will always be the Garden of Eden in our hearts. The children laughed, screamed, and shouted, "It's so cool" and "It's so cool". The adults couldn't bear it anymore and jumped into the water to play with the children, as if they had returned to their innocent and beautiful childhood. They had so much fun!

Summer is beautiful. The people's soldiers are fighting on the front line of flood control, guarding the embankment and protecting the safety of people's property. In summer, the sun is blazing and the ground temperature is above 50 degrees. As soon as we went out, the heat wave was rolling, and the road was like an equator. Traffic policemen stood upright under the scorching sun, meticulously maintaining traffic. Every move they made was so chic and standardized. Under the correct command of the traffic police, the road was in order and there was no traffic accident. The traffic police are like a monument, how sacred they are! I am in awe. Although their figures appear very small on the road, they are the tallest people in my heart. City builders are working hard to build a beautiful home and are stepping up construction. Under the scorching sun, they were paving roads, building bridges, and building high-rise buildings... The steel bars reached 60 degrees Celsius and would cause blisters when touched. Their skin is tanned. The hotter the sun, the more fun they had. Cleaners, postmen... they work under the scorching sun without any regrets for our better life. They are the most beautiful scenery in summer.

Summer is hot, joyful, beautiful and colorful. I praise you, summer...

Autumn in the old capital

Autumn, no matter where it is Autumn in places is always good; however, autumn in the North is especially clear, quiet and desolate. The reason why I traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to catch up with Qingdao, and even more so from Qingdao to Peking, was just to enjoy the "autumn" and the autumn flavor of my old capital.

Of course there is autumn in the south of the Yangtze River; but the vegetation grows slowly, the air is moist, the color of the sky is light, and it is often rainy and less windy; a person is sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen and Hong Kong Among the citizens of Guangzhou, passing by in chaos, they can only feel a little bit of coolness, the smell of autumn, the color of autumn, the artistic conception and posture of autumn, but they can never get enough of it, taste it, and enjoy it fully. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it a fine wine. The half-open, half-drunk state is inappropriate in the process of appreciating autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the Northern Kingdom. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the singing of insects in Xishan, the moonlight in Yuquan, and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Peiping, you can rent a shabby house with rafters to live in the middle of the imperial city. When you get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the courtyard, you can still see how high the sky is. The sky is green, and the sound of pigeons flying under the blue sky can be heard. Look eastward under the locust trees to closely observe the streaks of sunlight filtering through their leaves, or quietly gaze out at the trumpet-shaped blue flowers of morning glories climbing half way up a dilapidated wall, and of course you'll feel the intense feeling of it. Autumn mood. When it comes to morning glories, I think blue or white ones are the best, followed by purple and black ones, and light red ones are the worst. It is best to have a few sparse, thin and long autumn grasses growing at the bottom of the morning glory as a foil.

The locust trees in the North are also an ornament that reminds people of autumn. The fallen pistils, which look like flowers but are not flowers, will be spread all over the ground in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound or smell, and you can only feel a tiny and soft touch. After the street sweeper swept under the shadow of the trees for a while, the lines of the broomstick left on the dust looked both delicate and leisurely. Subconsciously, he also felt a little lonely. The ancients said that the phoenix tree leaves only one leaf. The world knows the distant thoughts of autumn, probably in these deep places.

The feeble chirping of the cicadas is especially characteristic of the North. Because there are trees everywhere in Peiping and the houses are low, their cries can be heard no matter where they are. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Because of their ubiquitous shrill noise, these autumn cicadas in Peiping seem to be living off every household like crickets or mice.

There are also autumn rains. The autumn rains in the north also seem to fall more strangely than those in the south, they are more interesting and more decent.

Under the gray sky, a cool breeze suddenly came, and then it started to rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, the sky turned blue again, and the sun showed its face again; urban idlers wearing thick green cloth single clothes or jackets, biting their pipes, looked at the scenery after the rain. In the shadow of the slanted bridge, if you stand under the trees at the head of the bridge and meet someone you know, they will reply to each other in a slow and leisurely tone with a slight sigh:

"Oh, the weather is really cold - —" (This word is pronounced very high and long.)

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain and a layer of coldness!"

Northerners pronounce the word "zhen". , Zong Lao seems to be a layered character, which is smooth and oblique. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.

The fruit trees in the north are also a wonderful sight in autumn. The first is the jujube tree. They will grow up one by one in the corners of houses, at the top of walls, beside latrines and at the door of kitchens. When these jujubes, which look like olives and dove eggs, show a light green and slightly yellow color among the small oval leaves, it is the peak period of autumn; when the jujube leaves fall and the red dates are finished, the northwest The wind is about to pick up, and the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons, and grapes are ripe at the turn of July and August. It is the best day of autumn in the north, and it is the best time of the year. There are no GoldenDays either.

Some critics say that Chinese literati, especially poets, have a strong sense of decadence, so there are many words praising autumn in Chinese poetry. But what about foreign poets? Although I don’t read much foreign poetry, and I don’t want to write an account of poems and prose for autumn, but if you look through the collections of English, German, French and Italian poets, or the anthologies of poetry and prose from various countries - Thology, you can always see many songs and lamentations about autumn. Long pastoral poems or poems about the four seasons by famous poets always include parts about autumn. Most brilliantly written and interesting. It goes to show that all sentient animals and sensitive humans have the same feelings of depth, remoteness, severity and desolation towards autumn.

Not only poets, but also prisoners locked up in prisons, in autumn, I think they will definitely feel a deep affection that cannot be felt by themselves. How does autumn differ from country to person, let alone race and class? However, in China, there is an idiom of "Qiu Shi" in the text, and Ouyang Zi's "Autumn Sound" and Su Dongpo's "Red Cliff Ode" are very common in reading books. I feel that Chinese literati have a particularly deep relationship with autumn. . But the deep flavor of autumn, especially the deep flavor of autumn in China, can only be experienced in the north.

Autumn in the South has its own special features, of course, such as the bright moon at Twenty-four Bridge, the autumn tide at the Qiantang River, the cool mist at Putuo Mountain, the lingering lotuses at Lizhi Bay, etc., but the colors Not strong, the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with autumn in the North, it is just like the relationship between rice wine and white rice, the relationship between rice porridge and steamed buns, the relationship between sea bass and crabs, and the relationship between yellow dogs and camels.

Autumn, this northern autumn, if I could keep it, I would give two-thirds of my lifespan in exchange for a fraction of one-third.

Yu Dafu, in Peking in August 1934

Winter Poems:

1. Marching to the Army (Part 4)

Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty

The snow-capped mountains are covered by long clouds in Qinghai, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

2. Looking at the remaining snow in Zhongnan

Zu Yong of the Tang Dynasty

The Yin ridge in Zhongnan is beautiful, and the snow is floating in the clouds.

The forest is bright and clear, and the city is getting colder at dusk.

3. Miscellaneous Poems

Wang Wei

You come from your hometown, so you should know the things in your hometown.

Will the winter plum blossoms bloom in front of the beautiful window tomorrow?

4. In the mountains

Wang Wei

White rocks emerge from Jingxi River, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather.

There is no rain on the mountain road, and the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.

V. Farewell to Dong Da

Gao Shi of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

Don’t worry, you have no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn’t know you?

6. The Master of Furong Mountain Stays in the Snow

Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty

At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.

Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.

7. Song under the Fortress (Part 2)

Lulun of Tang Dynasty

The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night.

In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife.

8. Joining the Army in the Northern Expedition

Li Yi of the Tang Dynasty

After the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, the sea was windy and cold, and the transverse flute was playing all over the road, making it difficult to travel.

Qili recruited 300,000 people, and I looked back at the middle of the month.