我们身体里总有与春天相约的成分。人间四月天,最美在春风沉醉的晚上。因这感念和渴望,几个文友便邀约在蛙声四起、月光如水的白河边。有酒,有花,月光朗朗,春光自流。但没有诗人,尤其是没有女诗人,这怎么行呢。喊不来曾经的舒婷,也喊不来现在的余秀华,但小城女诗人还是有的。一地雪,沉醉,黎明,还有……虽然繁华物质的都市遮蔽了许多,但美好的诗心是什么也挡不住的。今晚的月好亮,如满地碎银闪闪发光,今晚的风好柔,拂得人额头发痒;今晚的蛙声好响,响得 There is always something in our body that is similar to spring. April world, the most beautiful in the spring intoxicated at night. Because of this feeling and longing, a few friends will be invited in the frogs everywhere, the moonlight water of the White River. A wine, flowers, moonlight Langlang, spring artesian. But no poet, especially no female poet, how to do it. Shu Ting did not shout, but also can not shout Yu Xiuhua now, but the city is still some female poet. A snow, intoxicated, dawn, as well ... ... Although the city of many bustling material shelter, but the beautiful poetry is nothing to stop. The bright moonlight of tonight, such as the silver shimmering on the earth, the evening’s wind is so soft and the forehead is tickling; the sound of the frog tonight is loud and loud