Modern poetry has four verses about spring.

1.

The Grove in the Urban Area is turning green. My grove

Ants and flying insects in the grove

These humble lives come with spring

Under the soil, I hear the sound of earthworms crawling

Knock down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads

On the grass in the grove, I see a group of goats < Baa bleating

shaking my youth and soul

A black goat came to me leisurely

With tears of happiness on his face

2. Pushing open the door of spring

Hearing birds chirping

In the city, There are a few primroses

they are afraid to go into the city

they only cheer and jump outside the school

they are as simple as farmers in the country

they make me feel close

they are my friends

and they seem to be relatives I met by chance

they are looking for unknown bugs

they make friendly sounds to their companions

outside the school, I fell in love with the sound of birds

In the contention of birds

I pushed open the door of spring

3,

This spring, my heart is in a mess

I think of some tombstones

I think of my childhood

This spring, my heart is in a mess

Spring poems have been filled with spring poems

My dedication poems are spring grass leaves and crowns

What else can I do in this spring

Rain Through My Chest

A sound

drips from a very high place

like a long-haired girl's shawl and a black waterfall

Hold the time tightly

So I became

a dizzy elf in the boundless rain curtain

I couldn't tell who it was

. P > the accumulated strength seeped into my broad chest from the

unadorned clouds

, so my chest was choppy

causing ripples

patting the emotional shore reef

breathing wave after wave

interacting with a drop of rain

A drop of rain was thus uncovered. The earth

washes everything

and a ray of sunshine

flies through the dark road of time

reaches my clear sky

5,

Looking at a Snow in Spring

Get on the train for spring

With a sharp sword of the season

Scrape the restless bud

Let the little hand that has been frozen for a winter

stretch out

Hold the hunting flag

and chase

one in spring.

Snowflakes flow in six directions

Sending wet messages

In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow

It's a sudden

late spring cold

Hold on to everyone's love

Look up at the sky

Contact between heaven and earth

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Stepping into the Threshold of Spring

The last snow

and the treetops outside the window

Looking at the horizon

The branches droop and sigh

The mist sprayed

Drops into the yearning for spring

A bud quietly arching out of the frozen soil

Tapping on the door of the earth

That sparrow strolling freely. Zheng

drives the boat in the season

lyrically

arrives at the territory in spring

The road is still muddy

Occasionally pedestrians

turn up their collars

shut out the cold

and the door in spring

is sunny

Seven,

Go for an outing

Meet with a kite on the weekend

Go to the hilltop in the suburbs

Let your son fly

Hug the joy of a winter

A floating leaf

seesaw

Come with your son

My wife lies down

Embrace her intimately. Son

The homework in his schoolbag

Help him sweep away

Eight,

Lenovo

An old buffalo

gnawed at the lawn covered with wild flowers

and then

"moo" like a shepherd boy

a cow raised its hoof and sprayed beads

to wake up Chunchun's ears from the river

Next to it were young crops

and fields. Mumbling

pushes

the pace of the season

An empty philosopher holding hands

makes various gestures

turns over the warm colors in the land

throws cool classical figures

obliquely into the mud waves

and urges them <

Who Hunted the Feathers of Spring

The last feather gathering season

After experiencing the abundant vitality, I

hid in the heavy twilight of spring

Under the wings of the day

An elegant serenade

lived against the wind

gently licked the sails sailing in the sea of seasons

. > Turn your back on the hope

The once romantic passion

Quietly swims a drop of clear tears and wet

in the space where the clouds are steaming in the spring

Yuan Ye

sees the dying light

bathes

in the grinding of clouds

that piece of beautiful feathers.

who

hunts off the feathers of spring

but can't find the soaring sky

gathers feathers on the branches of feelings

ten,

Waiting for the Sunshine

I think

on a spring afternoon

maybe there are many things

that will be bored

leaning on the windowsill

looking at the clouds in the distance

crowded downstairs

pedestrians coming and going in a hurry

They all look serious

witnessing others. > holding a pigeon whistle

gliding unscrupulously between the kite and the breeze

casting a vigorous shadow

moving

only choosing irregular strokes

traces of thinking

setting up pigeons

leading to

distant bridges with open feathers

. Embrace

24-2-2

Weekend

Car

Tired from Noisy

to Target

Boiling Yuan Ye

Silence

In the spring full of rape blossoms

A swarm of bees < P > Dancing in the wind

Stretching

Breathing out the depression in the chest

Placing ease and comfort

On the way

Outside the window

A red apricot

Naughtily

along the drawn curtain

Breaking through the wall

Strong fragrance

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