Poetry recitation in spring

Lead: Spring music is playing on the earth, and the arrival of rosy clouds sweeps away the brilliance in front of us, but it will still show a more exciting side in the dark night. Then I sorted out the poetry reading about spring. I hope you like this article!

The wind turns green in spring.

The rain turned green.

Wake up in spring

Throw yourself into our arms

A newly awakened stream.

I haven't cleared my throat yet

Just play those crunchy songs

Scatter all over the floor

The fruit tree that just woke up

I haven't paid attention to growing leaves yet

It exploded.

The dazzling brilliance of clouds

Swallows are very busy in spring.

She is whispering.

While using shiny scissors

Carefully tailored new clothes for spring.

Spring, though sometimes.

It will still make you feel a little cold.

Spring can be impatient.

After all, turning a depressed winter

Arouse gray memories ...

"Spring is coming". The grass sticks its head out of the ground.

Secretly tell the snail

Spring called last night.

Said he would come soon.

The flowers smiled shyly.

Speak softly to the butterfly

A telegram just came in spring.

Said he would come soon.

Butterflies tell bees.

Bees tell dragonflies

Spring is coming

Spring is coming ...

The sky in spring is gray,

Trees are green in spring.

The wind in spring is soft.

The rain in spring is cool,

You are beautiful in spring,

I'm waiting for spring here,

Waiting for you to watch cicadas in summer,

Watch the four seasons together,

Where are you?

Whether the lights are still dim or not,

Still in the dreamland?

Spring spring is coming slowly.

Calm and gentle

These flowers open in the form of petals.

Brilliant red cheeks are still smiling.

The grass is covered.

Green dress

one by one

gradually

It is the green wave on the vilen.

Wandering on the path in spring.

With the endless tenderness of spring

Endless secret language

Trembling with huifeng.

the hearts connect with string

An ancient ballad

It attracted the laughter of the children. ...

The pace of early spring remains.

It is a bud on a branch.

It is a bud in the flower bed.

It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.

Thin mud hits people's soles.

Birds are singing spring poems.

A light blue breeze flows through your fingers.

Soft rain falls from my head. ...

A spring rain

Dance lightly and gracefully

spring rain

soft

transparent

Harmonious

The sky uses this needle-like thing

Weave into transparent cloth

Spring is coming slowly.

Calm and gentle

These flowers open in the form of petals.

Brilliant red cheeks hung with a continuous smile.