Poetry about modern poetry of spring breeze 1. Modern Poetry about Spring Breeze
I don't know where you come from or where you belong, just like you came quietly last night. I know you are our friend and an exciting friend. I believe you can hear our call, because you will keep the appointment on time. Although we didn't hold hands, we were all excited when we hugged. Although you didn't say you loved me, we kissed each other. Some people say you are an angel. I'd rather believe that you are a doctor, because the place you have been to, even if it was devastated and scarred, will become complicated. Bloom in the blue sky and white clouds. Listening to your direction, I can clearly hear your heavy breathing and running. Come on, long-lost friend, I have opened my arms to take you into a kingdom full of flowers and integrate myself into your world. You are like a girl's hazy daydream about love, quietly gestating duckweed, gently swinging in a delicate wrinkled pond, announcing your birth. Thin clouds are no longer scary, cold, cool, sweet and fragrant. A faint, invisible, tangible, ethereal dream companion with a slight sigh, the first-love girl just woke up in spring, her heart throbbed down to the piano, and the silent notes still stayed at her fingertips. The moonlight at dusk vaguely covers the earth, and you float in the clouds, breaking the ice trembling on the branches, squeezing out tears by the oppression of frozen snow, and bursting out bloody flying butterflies and dragonflies. You play the guzheng flute in the rain, and the cuckoo flies obliquely on your wings, dropping a few drops of swallow mud on the empty beam. You grow up, mature and confidently wipe the rivers and mountains into a ball.
2. Modern poems describing spring, three short poems.
1 "Spring Thoughts" Tang Libai, the grass in the north is as green as jade, and we are mulberry branches. You finally want to go home. Now my heart is almost broken. Since I dare not know you, why do you take apart the silk curtain in front of my bed? ? Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope" is full of flames in March, mountains and rivers last forever, plants and trees spit green, and the lonely birds cry, and a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. 3, "Spring Stay in the Left Province" Tang Du Fu's flowers are hidden in the dusk, and the birds are chirping. The stars move around the house and the moon is near the sky. I don't sleep and listen to the key because the wind wants jade. There is a seal of the Ming Dynasty. How was the evening? 4, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu knows that the rainy season occurs in spring. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at that red and wet place, the flowers are heavy. 5, "Acacia" Don, when those red berries come in spring, they fall on the branches of your southern country and take them home for a hug, for me, as a symbol of our love. In the early morning of Tang Ranchun, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing all around, but now I still remember that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers I broke. 7. "Spring Thoughts" Tang Huangfu Ranque Ji and Yan Ji tell about the New Year, but so far they are all Mazhen and Longqiu. He lives in Hanyuan, and the moon brings my heart to the sky of Tatar. I wove endless sad words in the frame, but now this petal branch is smiling in my lonely sleep. In order to invite Rong Yuan to ride a car, carve his victory on the rocks of Mount Yanran! . 8, "Farewell to Ancient Grass" Tang Bai Juyi crossed the plain, year after year, withered and brilliant. Wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing again. Far incense invades the ancient road, and green meets the lonely city. This is also for the king. Sad and full of feelings. 9. The new makeup of Yuxi, Liu Tang in "Spring Poems" should be placed under Zhu Lou, and the first hospital in spring is deeply worried. When you get to the atrium, you can count the flowers and the dragonfly will scratch its head. Zhang Zhiyu's makeup tree in Tanghe River is tall, and ten thousand pieces of green silk hang down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the ducks in Chunjiang warm the prophet. 50000.0000000000 1 Artemisia selengensis is covered with short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to go up. 12. Boating in Guazhou In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi lived in Guazhou, Jingkou, only a few mountains away from Zhongshan. The spring breeze has arrived in Jiang Nanan again, so when will the bright moon shine? 13 "Eighteen Members of the Water Show Department in Early Spring" The rain in Yutian Street in the Tang Dynasty is crisp, but the grass color is far from close. The most important benefit is the spring of the year, which is definitely better than the smoke willow in the imperial city. 14, In the Song Dynasty, Song Qi Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and rippled to welcome guests. The green smoke is outside Han Xiao. Leave a photo in the greenhouse at night. 15 "Jiangnan Spring Day Poetry" In the Tang Dynasty, thousands of birds sang Qingying River, and the water town was full of wine flags. The 480 Temple in the Southern Dynasties has many terraced fields in the misty rain. 16 "Early Spring Expedition to the South to Send Friends" Song Ouyang Xiu thousands of miles away, why do pedestrians take credit? Fang traveled to the wild goose. I miss home alone during the Spring Festival. 17 before urging Chunguang to live in the wind, Chunguang is on Cao Fang Road in the south of the city. She didn't spend flowers along the water's edge, but made floating mud. In the mirror, she thinks the stars are wrong, and people are not conceited about spring. When she dreams, she stays away from troubles, only in the pear blossom storm. Spring, Song Zhuxi. It is always spring. 19, "Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake" Tang Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the northwest of Jiating, with a flat water level and low cloud feet. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass cannot have horseshoes. I love the east lake, and I love the white sand embankment under the green sun and shade. 20. "Jueju" Song Dynasty monk Zhinan Valley.
3. Poetry about Spring Breeze
Ancient poetry sings until spring, winter goes to spring, and the spring wind blows gently, bringing people a full spring and a warm life.
Therefore, since ancient times, poets have a soft spot for the spring breeze, chanting with their wonderful flowers. In the writings of ancient poets in China, the spring breeze is full of spring and color.
The spring breeze is very warm. "The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the wind blows willow leaves" ("Jueju"), a poem by a monk in Zhinan, Southern Song Dynasty, bluntly states that the spring breeze is warm and there is no chill from the perspective of human feelings.
"It's a beautiful day in the shutter pavilion and a leisurely wind in the mountains" (Nanxi Early Spring). These two poems by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, also describe the warmth of the slow spring breeze. Spring breeze is soft.
Wang Jian of the Southern Dynasties wrote a fierce rein with vinegar onions in "Poems of Spring" (one of the two poems).
4. Ask for poems and famous sayings describing spring (4 sentences each), such as topics, which can be said by all countries and poems can be.
In the spring morning, I woke up carefree. Birds sang everywhere around me, but now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken. That ancient poem about spring, Jasper dressed up as a tree and hung 10 thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu), an ancient poem describing spring, knows the rainy season when spring comes. The wind sneaked into the night and everything was silent. The wild path is very dark. Ships on the river are full of fire. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguan City are heavy. The ancient poem describing spring (Wang Wei) is that people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. The moon came out, the birds started up and the spring water gurgled. The ancient poem describes that spring (Du Mu) is clear and rainy, and pedestrians on the road are dying. Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. The ancient poem describing spring is Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple. Peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom. I don't know where to ask for help in spring. The ancient poem describing spring is Late Spring (Han Yu). The grass tree knows that spring will come back soon and there are all kinds of flowers everywhere. Young flower elm pod has no talent, but it can only solve the problem of heavy snow all over the sky. Ancient poems describing spring appeared in early spring as a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs (Han Yu). The street is drizzly and crisp in autumn, but the grass is not close from a distance. The most important thing is the benefits of spring in a year. It's better than a city full of smoke and willow. Ancient poems describe spring, when it rains and willows shine, and residual flowers fall to see warblers. The spring breeze blew out the dream of my hometown overnight and brought it to Los Angeles. The ancient poem describing spring is called Chengnan Zhuang (Cuihu). Last year, today, peach blossoms set each other off in this door. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze. The ancient poem describing spring is a quatrain (Du Fu). The flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant. Swallows fly in the mud and Yuanyang sleeps in the sand. An ancient poem describing spring: Looking for flowers by the river (Du Fu) The flowers of Huang Siniang's family are full in diameter and thousands are low. Even butterflies dance from time to time, and charming songbirds just crow.
Modern poems describing spring must be accompanied by an author in summer, autumn and winter, and there must be one.
Spring, I remember you for rainy spring, I remember you for your warm breath and your touching smile. In spring, everything revives, and the earth shines with another kind of light. It shines on people in every village. It hides hope and sweat. In spring, flowers are in full bloom. They are whispering quietly, looking forward to the arrival of childhood, looking forward to the rain and dew moist spring. I recall your beautiful memories, stories, steps and dreams of spring. In spring, the winter jasmine is swaying in the wind. She welcomes everyone who enters the spring, old people, children and happy lovers. In spring, every poem and song of mine is dedicated to you, my spring, my miracle in heaven, and I think of my mother who is still working hard in the fields. Please listen to my heart, please give all mothers a ray of warm sunshine in spring, and I will recall your historical memory and traces of passing away yesterday. A naive poet recalled the beauty of spring-the impression of spring. Yao Bi Xiaolan's footsteps in spring just stepped into the threshold, and new buds sprouted on the branches, sparsely dotted with mountains and forests. Vilen spread out mottled green spring breeze. Chunyang cares for the earth and becomes drunk. In the green waves, wild flowers are dancing with smiles. The gray clouds in the sky were torn into pieces of spun yarn by the red and crisp hands of the spring breeze and hung in the rain curtain between heaven and earth. Yaner is busy building a married love nest and thrush. Bailing and Chunying practice singing the Spring Festival song "Myna". Parrots sing new poems of spring in the song of birds. Violets and butterflies whisper in the grass. Winter jasmine is whispering to bees in the tree. The bluegrass flowers by the stream smile at the fish. The rosy clouds in spring are dyed red and peach blossoms are in full bloom. Dewdrops on the petals of fragrant flowers turn into wine, waiting for the spring girl to drink the wine and listen to the birds singing. The goddess of spring has opened the curtain of spring, and a symphony of the song of flowers and birds in spring is playing, calling for a new world: vilen is full of green and red sky, neon spring flowers and the vast sea of spring flowers are surging like a flood. Spring is a naughty little girl who scatters her beauty on people. Yesterday, it was still full of smiles. Today, it is full of tears. Spring girl looks at flowers and caresses willows with the rhythm of spring all the way. The clouds floating in the sky are