A short poem in spring

Short poems about spring are:

1, a new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back? There's nothing to do, bloom's flowers fall, and it's like deja vu when Yan returns. Birds are singing and dancing, so drunk that they won't wake up tomorrow, and spring is back.

2, naturally looking for school late in spring, there is no need to complain. The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.

3, should pity the fangs and print the moss, and buckle the firewood for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

4. Grass grows under Yiyang City, and water flows from east to west. Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain.

The grass in your north is as blue as jade, and the mulberries here are bent into green branches. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?

6. Cherry blossoms are red and willow leaves are green. In the sound of swallows, acacia is another year.

7, the mountain depth may not be the Spring Festival Evening, cherry blossoms everywhere. Peach and plum don't follow the rain, knowing that there will always be sunny days.

8. Pears are pale, willows are dark green, and willows are full of flowers. I am disappointed, just like a pear in Dongzhu, how thoroughly and clearly I see this complicated secular life in the earthly and self-clearing.