Modern poetry describing spring

Lead: Thousands of miles of Ti Ying green reflects the great river, and the water town mountain fruit wine flags the wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. The following is a modern poem describing spring that I share with you. Welcome to learn!

Chapter 1: Waiting for Spring

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Dating on the hillside in the suburbs in spring

Bees gather honey in flower buds.

The stream flows among the flowers.

spring breeze

A white pear tree

Chun Yang Rongrong

Red peach blossom

In the field

Wild rape flowers are in full bloom.

One by one, one by one.

Hold your head high in the spring breeze.

When Yingying waved,

It will show its charm.

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Accompanied by dazzling sunshine

spring breeze

Wenxingxi river

Dye green mountains and rivers

In the sky

Beautiful clouds.

Little by little.

Sow hope in the spring breeze

When the seeds germinate

It will become colorful.

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Humming a soft and carefree tune

spring breeze

The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.

The wind is blowing flowers.

And the corners of your mouth

Open a shallow smile

When my heart is attached

There are layers of ripples

Shallow through the heart

Embrace a piece of spring in my heart.

Chapter 2: Writing to Spring

The last snow

Look out the window at the top of the tree.

Fog on the branches

Quietly dripping into the beauty of spring

Arch out the tender buds of frozen soil

Tap on the earth's door

Strong vitality

Calling for beautiful mountains and rivers with flowers and butterflies flying.

Aromatic moist soil

Take off your heavy winter coat.

Welcome every explorer to come.

A warm breeze

Like a clever swallow

With the message of spring.

Fly over mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, skyscrapers and island villages.

Delicate and bright sunshine

Disperse the world

Like a warm hand

Gently touch every inch of the earth's skin.

Girls in spring gather in the distance.

Take a leisurely stroll by the river.

Fresh and soft air

Wrapped in the fragrance that moistens the soil

The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze.

Free to plunge into the spring world.

Run to the hometown of spring.

sound of rain

Like a lyre.

Under the touch of the spring breeze

Ding Ding Dong Dong, elegant and floating.

The shadow of the tree, the forest of dreams.

Full of the fragrance of flower season

The freshness of rain is the sunshine of the soul.

Lead me into a colorful mystery

The giant hand of spring

Magic brush

Draw some colorful colors at will.

Set up a gorgeous gallery for the three mountains and five mountains

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Green in the north and green in the south.

Fields and mountains are dyed red in spring.

A sacred temple

The string of a river

Set aside smooth movements

The drums of the mountains

Play a cheerful symphony

Swallows whisper brightly.

Magpie announced the overture.

Let the long-lost mood fly

Wave goodbye to the winter last night.

Put wings on the hibernating heart

Dating with spring

Rub your sleepy eyes.

Tap on the door

Close to warm current

With the fragrance of my heart.

open one's heart (to)

Jump in the warm sunshine

Set foot on a high hillside

Cross the gurgling stream

Lift one leg and tie a red ribbon.

Staring at the spore, it contains sweet foam.

Purple dreams, talkative eyes

Spiritual crossing

Indulge in this fragrant air!

Chapter 3: Spring is coming.

Rape flower. One piece after another is golden.

Peach blossoms are more and more delicate and charming.

The wind in my hometown is chattering again

On the way home, I went back and forth, bee.

Love songs all the way

Crazy, accompany me to the village entrance.

Knock on the antique old house

Rosewood door. My little white dog changed its normal state.

My teeth are clenched and I'm in a mess

The mother recognized her son's voice and forced a smile.

The crutches in your hand are flying in the air.

"This little white dog has peach blossom crazy again ..."

Mother was talking and laughing.

Call me a warm nickname.

As if I were the real spring.

Chapter Four: The Steps of Spring

The footsteps of spring

gently

Walking gently towards you

Like a breeze in my heart.

In the pan

A year's wish

The footsteps of spring

It was the river that took off its frozen coat.

I want to wake up.

Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river

Afraid again

The proverbs of spring thunder.

Humidity and breathing

sunlight

The footsteps of spring

This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.

Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.

Chunfeng wants a banquet.

Tinkling green and fluttering purple

Afraid again

Offended the sleeping soil.

That little tenderness.

light yellow

The footsteps of spring

It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.

Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.

Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.

Wipe a face of sunset

Afraid again

Carrying warm days

look around

Chapter 5: The Voice of Spring

Winter is not far away.

blowing snow

be in utter confusion

Haze is still shrouded in darkness.

However, you finally came.

Listen, in the distance, your footsteps have already sounded.

Smell, the fresh breath of your life, fluttering.

Your dreams shine on the new buds on the branches.

Snow melts into rain and fog dissipates and condenses.

For you, for your arrival, sprinkle welcome holy water.

You, the spirit of spring

As far as the spring flowers are not in full bloom.

Golden feathers dance like a breeze in the sun.

You are innocent.

Full of tenderness of water and clean snow.

A hint of coolness and warmth of sunshine is blowing.

You spin and float among the branches.

Weave the prospect of spring for the forest

Fly along your dream, and it will grow.

Brilliant images of green leaves, buds and spring flowers

The ice floes are melting and the river is gurgling.

What Ling Bo did was you and your singing skills.

The residual snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy shadow.

In the vast mountains, warmth rises.

All the birds sing and break through the cold.

The sonorous passion echoed and the sound of spring rippled.

Wave after wave of birds, whispering softly.

The tranquility and softness of early spring call for the dream of spring.

In just a few days, winter is cold and spring is warm.

The sun is shining and the blue sky becomes bluer.

Those buds and buds that germinate in winter spread out.

Listen, listen, spring is coming.

Those flower spirits and grass spirits.

We have set out from the virtual temple in the forest.

Run to the annual fairy-like event.

Colorful Spring Celebrations of Life

Chapter 6: Spring is coming.

Spring is coming

Miss Feng is holding a comb.

gently

Comb Sister Liu Shu's hair.

Spring has come.

Grass woke up from Dong's mother's arms.

stretching

A delicate body

Spring is coming

Flowers are scrambling to open.

smile

Bloom a beautiful and charming smile

Spring is coming

Swallows fly back to their homes from other places.

busy

Pick up mud and grass to build a home

Spring has come.

People take off heavy cotton-padded clothes.

happily

Swimming in the charming scenery of spring

Chapter 7: Looking forward to spring

I heard the sound of the earth tearing.

Those pale words seeped into the ground.

faraway place

The trees are silent.

A few sparrows spend the winter

Stunned by death

I escaped from this tomb-like city.

Cold soul

Wasted the whole winter.

Wheat seedlings and snow in the field

Talk about jointing.

This frozen river beach

How many dreams did you hibernate?

Who has the heart to watch a fish freeze me to death?

Finally, throw it in a vague memory.

Trample on the past

A force.

The expectation of slowly evaporating.

Warm sunshine in winter

Awaken the girl's act heart.

When she and the earth are painted with makeup.

Be your bride.

Chapter 8: Blooming Spring

The wind is winding outside the window.

Cold condensation

Silence is the only picture in the frozen world.

Snow, one piece at a time, one piece at a time.

Fly away from my door

Gorgeous as fireworks

Gently push away the time like leaves.

You can see the strict lines.

Autumn has drifted away on the road.

There are only faint clouds left on the high blue screen.

And the loneliness that the wind can't blow away.

Guard a few plum trees

Plant the lonely mood of the four seasons

A snowy day

Flowers bloom in May.

Flowers as red as fire and as thick as blood

How warm and high-spirited the life above is.

Is spring coming?

Spring is coming

Every time I talk to it,

Always tell me that.

Larks have been singing in the mountains.

The groundhog is exploring underground.

Ants, crickets, butterflies ...

They will push open the door of winter together.

Welcome the bright and fragrant spring with blooming flowers.

Those dormant lives

Those lives that exist quietly in darkness, cold, loneliness and pain.

They never lack light and are never afraid of the cold.

Never give up hope and never miss every spring.

No matter how much warmth and nostalgia the past has taken away.

How much pain and sorrow left behind

Please join this plum tree.

Bravely embark on the journey of spring.

Leave a beautiful and firm back for the world?