The poem praising spring is composed by myself

I composed the poems praising spring by myself

I composed the poems praising spring by myself. Spring is the season when everything recovers. Many people like the flowers of spring, the cool spring breeze, and the return of spring. Spring swallows, and wrote many beautiful poems for them. Below I will give you a brief introduction to the poems I wrote to praise spring. Poems praising spring compiled by myself 1

Poetry 1

The fields of spring

The spring breeze is like a wish

Birds chirping and flowers fragrant

Happiness ripples in the heart

Spring rain lingers

Teasing people's heartstrings

Like thousands of entangled threads

Inspiring people to be haunted by dreams

The continuous spring rain

Moisturizing the earth and fields

Watering the flowers in bloom

Arouse people's longing

Poetry 2

Spring trip

The vast earth wind

Blow the green fields that are The footsteps of spring are light

The swallows fly from the south

and fall under the eaves of the people in the north

In the warm little nest, they are chirping. Stop

Flowers and wildflowers are blooming

Willows are spreading their branches and leaves

The buds are growing little by little

That is spring The pen of pen

Depicting this beautiful world

Look, the sparrows flying here and there

Singing cheerful songs in the sky to praise the poetry of spring itself Edited 2

Self-composed poems in spring

Poetry 1

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I took my sister on an outing,

The peach blossoms welcome you with a smile.

The spring breeze is on my sister’s face,

The apricot blossoms say I can’t do it.

Poetry 2

Spring is coming to us,

The ice and snow have melted,

The flowers and grass are fragrant.

Spring is coming to us,

The swallows are coming,

The river is blooming.

Spring is coming to us,

The world has another color.

Poem 3

Thoughts are always connected with the seasons

Like a soft silk thread

Beautiful spring, just one word< /p>

It makes people think about it

The beautiful spring, just a glimpse of it

It makes people’s hearts sway

That ray of sunshine The bright red

The medicinal fragrance

makes the south and north of the Yangtze River bright and beautiful

No need to be ordinary

The beautiful spring has its own Pulsating rhythm

No need to splash ink

Beautiful spring has its own misty stretch

Whispering purple swallows

Crying oriole

That is a flowing landscape

I don’t care that there is no eternity

A moment of possession is enough

I don’t care that there is no hand in hand

The youth in an instant is already happiness

In the season of reincarnation

The fruits of fallen leaves

In this beautiful spring Looking back

You will eventually be amazed by the time