Poetry in spring

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with poetry. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. Still struggling to find excellent classic poems? The following are the poems describing spring that I compiled for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Chapter 1: Waiting for Spring

Author: Zhang Pinglu

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.

The spring breeze is continuous-

A white pear tree

The spring sun is full of happiness-

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

The spring breeze is continuous-

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

The spring breeze is continuous-

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

Author: silence

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

oh

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.

Author: njzzs

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

Author: motorcycle ranger

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

Author: Haifeng

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