Ji Guoliang (Member of Chinese Poetry Society, Zhoukou City)
Spring willow
February 9, 2022
When I went to the river to see the willows, there were six or nine new branches in the spring.
Swing a sentence to find a flat water rhyme, splash ink to write a rhythmic poem.
The drizzle of rain hangs down to the shore, and the warm wind blows the green leaves and fat.
The swallow dance warbler sings crisply, and the water shows the green mountains
Spring
Flying snow more three sneaked into the dream, ice car BMW rushed home.
The plum blossoms are fragrant, and the soft willow branches spit out green clouds.
Thousands of miles back homesickness drunk, a hundred years of homeland moonlight oblique.
The countryside is not wrapped in silver, and the wilderness ice melts and the trees sprout.
![45,000 square kilometers of inherent territory, illegally occupied by neighboring countries, can it be returned to the motherland in the future?[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)