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