Like silk falling to the ground,
Woven into a green carpet. Rain and fog filled the air,
String a big bead curtain of rain beads,
A cloud of smoke enveloped everything,
Happy swallows wear it everywhere,
I want to cut the rain curtain with my tail.
Raindrops are like pearls,
Sprinkle a few hands into the river,
Ripples on the calm water,
The fish jumped out of the water,
As if sucking the crystal drops,
The spring rain is continuous,
Scattered on the leaves of buttonwood trees,
Sasha vujacic,
Like a girl plucking a string,
Just like a silkworm stealing mulberry leaves.
Spring rain drifted in.
On the greasy petals of peach blossoms,
Rolling and gathering,
There are thousands of pearls shining on the petals.
Tick tock,
Beads of rain fell to the ground,
Infiltrate fertile land,
The young leaves of the wheat seedlings spread out,
Suck the crystal rain and dew,
Like jade,
Green is shining,
The grass woke up,
Stretch out,
Drill out of land.
Tick tock,
Spring rain falls on people's hearts.
The old farmer stood by the field,
Let the rain drop on the gray hair,
The wrinkles on the smiling face relaxed.
Ah, spring rain,
You are Miss Chun's faithful messenger,
Make the earth full of life,
Brought the fragrance of flowers and earth.
Fresh and moist, refreshing.
You seem to be a musician's dexterous hand,
Touch people's heartstrings,
Let people sprout new hopes.
The spring rain is falling,
The continuous crackling of raindrops. ......
I would like to turn into a drop of spring rain,
Nourish the earth.
Spring Rain Modern Poetry 2 Pulsatilla likes to play in the bamboo garden and make friends with bamboo.
Bamboo has a slender body, and its branches are covered with green leaves, which are green and evergreen. Pulsatilla has a clear voice and can sing melodious songs. When he sang, the bamboo made a soft sound and beat the time.
Good singing! Bamboo praised.
No, you played very well. Pulsatilla suddenly remembered something and asked, When will you blossom? Like peach trees, plum trees and wintersweet, red flowers, white flowers and yellow flowers are beautiful!
It's rare for me to blossom in my life.
Flowers, as a result, can have children?
Not necessarily. In the soil around me, there are my children clamoring to be born. Look, some naughty children are coming out of the field.
Pulsatilla saw that some sharp heads really appeared in the mud, and they grew up happily.
Pulsatilla greeted warmly: hello, Xiaozhu!
Bamboo smiled. They are called bamboo shoots, not small bamboos. Besides, I can't speak yet.
How slow the bamboo shoots grow, as if they were still.
Bamboo shoots will grow tall soon.
It rained that night and it didn't stop until dawn.
The next morning, Pulsatilla flew to the bamboo garden again, stopped on the bamboo branch and wanted to sing a morning song.
Bamboo said happily, my child has grown taller.
It's a miracle that Pulsatilla looked down. Sharp and unkempt bamboo shoots, dressed in dark brown clothes, are tall and still growing rapidly.
Bamboo, what panacea did you give them last night?
The panacea is rain. My child is rich in nutrition, but short of water. When it rains, they drink like hell and shoot out of the ground like rockets!
Pulsatilla spread its wings and wished loudly: bamboo shoots, grow sturdily and quickly!
Spring Rain Modern Poetry 3 Close the Belief of Workers
When the taste of time changes
Copper odor is fermented in sludge pit.
You are like A Jin Chrysanthemum.
protective equipment
Seven secrets of children
When the wind wears colorful clothes through the city.
Face project is harming the country and the people.
You are like a sunrise flower.
protective equipment
Children's pure souls
The fragrant late autumn is as beautiful as ever.
An indifferent life lights the heart.
You are like a flag.
protective equipment
Peace on earth
There are fairy tales in my heart
elastic ring
The imprint is the deepest and deepest.
Children's footsteps
The sound is far or near.
Sow green people
Have a heart like the sun.
Faith is a harvest.
That value
Far more than a million dollars.
Five old praises
Spring breeze, peaches and plums all over the world,
My heart is like a candle burning with rosy clouds.
Hand-watered seedlings are often maintained,
Sweat dripped on the green shoots.
Beautiful mountains and rivers,
Sang Yu has beautiful night scenes.
Jia Mu Cheng Lin Guo Yunchang,
Turn it into fat mud and scatter it on the ground.
The first day of the Year of the Rooster
originate
Yangko, stilts, lion dance, dragon dance, social fire.
The joy of prosperity
Celebrate the harvest
Expectation for hope
Auspicious blessing
And that-
Niande taste
Wandering in the street
All folk customs
Play in thousands of households
That little cell phone
Become the protagonist
Blessed, send friends and relatives.
Grab a red envelope and stay up all night
Set a banquet on the table.
Taste, renew friendship and send blessings.
still
Worship ancestors respectfully
In the sky, fireworks rushed into the sky.
The earth, bright smiling face.
Happy new year, happy new year.
Warm language
Welcome the first day of the Year of the Rooster
piccolo
pillow
Naxi wicker
It's sauvignon blanc.
Why? why?
I can't afford it.
Ripples on the lake
Beidou navigation satellite system
A spoon for rice.
Forever and ever-forever and ever
Why? Why?
I can't fill it in.
The belly of the people on the ground
Red envelopes; Red paper containing money as gifts, bribes or kickbacks; red envelope; red paper containing money as a gift, bribe or kickback;?red packet
as long as
There is money in the red envelope.
Never.
It has ulterior motives.
leaf
When it is fresh and tender.
Most afraid
greedy
wormling
swallow
What I miss is that
Last year's eaves
this year
On the lightning rod of a tall building
shed tears
grape
The grapes are ripe.
Stay sweet
Why would anyone
Always say it's sour
dust storm/devil
Cover the earth, cover the sky-appear in large numbers
Aggressively
Who are you messing with?
and
Cover the sky with one hand-hide the truth from the public
spring rain
A condolence letter to the land
place one's hope on
To everyone
divide equally
Spring Rain Modern Poems 4 Original
You are the god who nourishes everything.
Always coming and going in a hurry
Let people yearn for it
Let people linger.
In this beautiful spring.
A season of blooming flowers.
Not you
How does everything sprout?
How delicate these flowers are.
Do you know
In this world.
Everyone likes spring.
But I may not like spring rain.
Just because
You can't control yourself.
You should take care of yourself.
someone says that
Spring rain is as precious as oil.
What kind of reputation is this?
but
Spring of 20xx
You have no pleasure.
Just because
You don't understand the times.
Three days without stopping.
Do you know
How many people don't like you?
Say you
I don't know what is enough.
Will not enjoy the applause of timely rain
You made the ground moldy.
The temperature has also dropped.
People's winter clothes have not faded.
Beekeepers don't like you.
Because honey powder can't pick honey.
Farmers don't like you.
Because I can't leave the ground
Hurried pedestrians don't like you.
Because you often fall into your eyes.
I have to say
You are still as expensive as oil.
Everything is inseparable from you.
but
If something is rare, its price is high-the rarer the better.
Too little desire
Too sad
Enough is enough.
for you
You can't hide or walk.
but
Spring this year
You really have too many.
You make the melancholy heart more confused.
therefore
You can only be there.
Cheapest oil
Modern Poetry 5 of Spring Rain Last Night
The spring rain I longed for came as scheduled.
However, I didn't see the posture of the spring rain.
I didn't hear the whispers of the spring rain.
An unintentional early sleep missed all this.
The spring rain I longed for slipped away quietly.
So, behind my depression.
My heart is full of longing for the spring rain.
/
this morning
The scream of my lover's rain.
Wake me up from a sweet sleep.
I have no time to get dressed.
Suddenly jumped to the window.
However, what I saw was not what I expected.
There are only a few beaches of rain left in the low-lying part of the roof ahead.
It seems to confirm a lover's scream.
/
It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival.
Yes, this is a spring rain dedicated to Tomb-Sweeping Day.
This may be because people pay tribute to their deceased relatives.
I left a lot of tears when I mourned.
Finally moved by God.
It's just that this spring rain has nothing to do with me
Because I have no tears.
So naturally there will be no happiness.
/
Spring rain is as precious as oil.
Looking at the asphalt pavement that was wet by a little spring rain not far away.
On the roof in front
A little poor rain stayed in those low-lying places.
My longing for the spring rain is even more urgent.
I think, if I can dominate the spring rain.
That must make people live on the plateau.
Feel the breath of spring in advance.
Modern Poetry of Spring Rain Today, 3,000 years ago, the spring rain continued!
He was down and out, walking on Qingshi Street with an oil-paper umbrella.
When you were young, you held a lute in your arms and looked at the bar in the vermilion attic.
His lonely figure bypasses the winding street and enters your sight.
Your fingers begin to gently pluck the strings.
A trace of sadness flew over the blue roof, bypassed the bronze street and entered his hearing.
He hesitated. Looking back, he dropped his umbrella.
You, hands up, head up, put down the piano.
Everything is so coincidental and natural.
After the warm spring in bloom, I drifted across the lotus fragrance and Bordeaux to the crimson autumn leaves and fell.
You also left in the autumn leaves, the piano was unfinished, the strings were broken, and people died.
He lets you leave quietly on the bamboo raft, surrounded by goldfish and butterflies dancing on the beach.
You disappeared with the sunset, disappeared in a bloody sunset.
He didn't cry, but he took a bamboo flute and left it in the mountains and rivers.
Whenever the seasons change, whenever the sun sets, in the green mountains and green waters.
Will play his flute, just a little more vicissitudes of life, a little sad.
Everyone cries, but no one can know the story in the flute. ......
Turn to history again, 3 thousand.
It's spring rain again. I've already appeared. What about you? .......
Zuizi wrote a letter to build a hospital in Xuzhou
Spring Rain Modern Poetry 7 Spring Rain,
Chasing the cold winter snow,
Wrapped in a wake-up call,
With the breeze,
Waiting for everything,
Tangled,
Filaments and threads,
Falling freely from the gray sky.
just as
Overflow from a mellow glass,
Free from vulgarity in meaningful poems;
Closer
A beautiful and affectionate girl,
Anna is colorful,
Euphemism and tenderness.
Branches that have dried up all winter,
Wet with rain,
Hazy with a layer of light green;
Looking forward to the grass all winter,
Dew on the top of the head rises from withering,
The new shoots are so delicate;
A bird that has been silent all winter,
The mellow voice sings new songs,
Wet feathers occasionally;
Peach buds are in bud,
Fresh with a little pink,
It seems that a phone call can shake it.
Everything is waking up,
Is sprouting,
On the hard cement wetland
Umbrellas are also blooming.
A misty room made of drizzle and silk,
Colorful umbrellas fluttered in the rain curtain,
It seems to be a colorful rehearsal of Fangchun;
Branches swaying in the wind and rain,
It seems to be calling for the fruitful results of autumn.
I looked up in the spring rain,
Let the rain wet your face,
Infiltrate the heart,
Experience the spread of romantic passion in falling in love with spring,
Feel the love sinus under the spring rain.
Spring in the north may come late,
I really want to pull the dark clouds,
Holding a handful of spring rain,
Send the distant sky far away,
Let you enjoy the intoxicating freshness brought by the spring rain.
Dense poetry,
Fenxiang is very gentle.
You and I are together,
Set off a curtain dream in the spring rain,
Let sweet nonsense be no longer a mirage.