Poetry in spring, modern poetry

Lead: Spring is a beautiful song with high passion and touching feelings. Spring is a warm poem, fresh and elegant, and the end of the pen exudes the breath of spring. I compiled the following poems about spring, hoping to help you!

Chapter 1: Waiting for spring, spring, I'm waiting 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 sun melted in spring-

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.

With 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

Be careful of being attached

There are layers of ripples

Shallow through the heart

Embrace a piece of spring in my heart.

Chapter two: the gentle spring breeze in the spring morning

Hold up the sun

Blow red light.

bright sunshine

dispel the dark clouds

Light up my heart

The song of a bird

With joy and happiness.

Flowing in my heart

Lovely little granddaughter

Smile into a flower

It ignited my hope.

Chapter 3: Spring is coming. 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.