Poetry about fear.

Poetry about fear.

1. The sun woke up first, and the earth was bright. Peach blossoms bloom in Sichuan brocade, and eagle-year-old spring pigeons. Time is pressing, bud repair. Everything in the world has farmland. -Tang Yuanzhen's "Twenty-four Poems, Jijing February Festival"

Appreciation: The sun is rising, the weather is getting warmer, the spring thunder bursts, and under the spring rain, those insects that have been dormant for a winter also wake up from their sleep, stretch, yawn, open their sleepy eyes and happily welcome the arrival of spring.

The east wind is blowing, the sun is warm, the sun shines on the earth, the solar terms are awe-inspiring, the vegetation is sprouting, and everything grows.

Peach blossoms are in full bloom, colorful and fiery red. In the bright spring, charming peach blossoms are blooming brightly. In mid-spring, the eagle's beak is still soft and it can't catch birds. It looks like a stupid cuckoo.

When the stars move, the four seasons flow, and even the flowers and trees feel the urgency of time, they are scrambling to sprout.

Tian Jia was idle for a few days, and farming began. In the busy farming season, farmers are busy, and the farmland is full of vitality and busyness.

2. The porch window is open all around, and the wind sends the sea clouds. A burst of flowers and a few thunders. Snail saliva on the stone bench, ant array around the mountain platform. At this time, the clothes were wet and smelled of musk coal. -Song Chen Yunsheng's Shan Jutu

Appreciation: The weather is warm and the breeze is blowing gently. Open the window that has been closed all winter, and the spring sunshine can't wait to squeeze into the room.

The south wind rises, spring clouds rise, thunder sounds, spring rain falls, the buds in the rain are in bud, and the sleeping insects in the field wake up.

The slow snail climbed over the stone bench, and the industrious little ants were busy by the rockery in droves.

The window was open, and the oblique wind and drizzle wet the poet enjoying the rain at the window. The spring is chilly, and the indoor smoking cage is warm, which makes people feel very warm.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. Frightened solar terms, suddenly warm and cold, spring thunder, spring rain, stinging insects, vegetation sprouting, spring is slowly spreading like a colorful picture scroll.

It thundered in Gong Kun in the middle of the night, and the greenhouse of hibernating people opened at dawn. The wind blew high, the candles went out, and the electric rain washed the windows. Suddenly, the spirit of vegetation is different, so it is a greeting and a reminder of the climate. Only the tortoise and the wooden goose, Ren Chunhui, stood motionless. -yuan "thunder in the sun"

Appreciation: This shocking solar term came in a bit of a hurry. At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, dark clouds are gathering, and lightning and thunder are thundering. In an instant, the rain was coming, and the raindrops as big as beans pattered on the windows, as if to tell people that spring was coming.

When the rain is good, the lush vegetation presents a thriving scene after being moistened by the rain.

Spring thunder moved, insects sang, plants sprouted, flowers blossomed, and time waited for no one. In a blink of an eye, it's mid-spring again.

A year's plan starts with spring. Spring planting, long summer, autumn harvest, winter storage, the future can be expected, spring is a season full of hope, and everything in the world is full of vitality. Only stone turtles and geese are indifferent, and time flows from spring to spring.