Modern poetry imitates the breath of spring 1 spring.
You are the wind in the mountains.
Let the veins of each leaf be full of flowers.
Rhododendrons painted the whole mountain top with bright colors.
A wrinkled Yun Ni.
Also shu eyebrows.
Enjoy this beauty quietly with your heart.
How many times have you been detained in my heart?
I was moved by the tears on my dream shirt.
In the silent and colorless night
Do you hear my tears dripping?
My tears are boiling hot.
But there are also complicated ideas.
I shouldn't complain about the ripples in my life.
That's too much melancholy accumulated in my heart.
I see that you are within the jurisdiction of consciousness.
Bring colorful clouds and flowers to create a beautiful spring.
You created the spring.
Green is everywhere in life.
Every blink of an eye
Soothes every trace of melancholy that rises in my heart.
You never left.
Although I can't walk into your heart
You have created a beautiful spring.
Take root in my heart.
You are the petal of spring.
This is the churning heart of spring.
This is a fresh and beautiful poem.
It is a painting that can never be read thoroughly but is pleasing to the eye.
It is the spring that never falls in my heart.
Modern Poetry Imitating Spring 2 Spring Breeze
Spring, with her warm spring breeze, calls for the arrival of green to people.
The grass grows long and the warblers fly, which draws a rich and colorful stroke to the beautiful Weifang and adds vitality to the spring.
Children fly kites and fly a heart full of hope. They sow seeds on the land.
Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, finally, the seeds germinated and opened beautiful flowers.
The most beautiful flower in spring is the flower of hope, and that is flower of life.
Look, this is beautiful spring, this is colorful spring. Let's plant a seed now.
Let it blossom a flower of hope, the most beautiful flower in this spring, and also your own flower of hope!
spring
Leaving like that is a kind of withering, like that Being is a betrayal.
Peach blossoms have already bloomed and will bloom again, where peach trees grow.
I found the answer in loess, year after year.
Meet in spring, and after a while, you can meet in a daze and snow.
Snow, the flying white of peach blossoms in previous lives, once again hides itself.
As powerful as when in full bloom, but without a trace of warmth.
Sublimate or fall, white clouds or black soil, just like leaving at this time.
Silently, the sky is clear in Wan Li and there is no trace in Wan Li.
Spring is coming
I hear birds chirping.
In the suburbs, there are several primroses.
They dare not go into the city, so they can only cheer outside the school.
They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close.
They are my friends, and they seem to be my relatives.
They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their companions.
In the suburbs, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring.
Modern poetry imitates spring. Spring has come.
Fengxing shuimian
In March, pink and pear are white.
Decorate your classical background
Smile at each other, just like old friends
Don't say tang style, and don't say Song Yun.
Lingling, listen to the sound of running water under the bridge.
Play a speech from a thousand years ago.
On the shore of the wilderness, the new tung trees are green.
Have you ever had a similar dream before?
Talking about ancient love.
Recall the green window of that year and fold the plum blossoms of that year.
Laugh with tears and be silent.
The water is surging along the bank of widex.
Transparent layers, planes and overlays
Just like ancient images.
Pinyi River is quiet.
We washed away our shadows under the stone bridge.
The wind blew away the clothes.
How long were those years?
Away from running water, away from sunset.
Birds flapped their wings across the sky.
Did you just pick the EU or the cigarettes?
Looking back, the grass in Sichuan is bright and blue.
The green buildings are full of poems.
Hide quietly
I wait for the autumn insects to sing and the geese to fly away.
In front of the window where the lamp shadows and banana leaves sway
Drink green tea, page by page.
Then reread you by the hedge
There is a westerly wind blowing in Huang Ju.
Because of you, spring is so far away from me
So close
Modern Poetry Imitating Spring 4. The Beauty of Spring
The harmony of the sky is to wear blue;
The harmony of the forest is covered with green;
The harmony of sunshine is as dazzling as diamonds;
The harmony I pursue is to get together with friends.
Every friendship, every happiness,
Every hope, every ray of sunshine ...
Harmony means helping each other and building a harmonious neighborhood;
Harmony is the teacher's tireless teaching on the podium;
Harmony means that students are United and upward.
And the sound of reading;
Harmony is the figure of laborers working hard day and night;
Harmony is a happy smile on the face of a family when they get together.
Harmony is the spring breeze,
Blow to warm people's hearts;
Like the sunshine in winter,
Give people warmth and strength;
The wind of harmony blows all over the world;
Harmony is a feeling of happiness.
People cannot live without harmony;
Society is inseparable from harmony;
We should start from small things and start from ourselves;
Learn to respect, tolerate, help and care;
More care, less disputes;
Let the world be full of harmony.
Modern poetry imitates spring breeze.
spring breeze
With a hint of warmth
Accompanied by the singing of birds
Awaken everything in the world
Tell people that spring is coming.
spring rain
With a hint of joy.
Accompanied by tinkling streams
Play a farewell song for the severe winter.
Tell people that spring is coming.
Grass in spring
Slightly shy
With its petite figure
Weave a green carpet on the earth.
Tell people that spring is coming.
Flowers in spring
With a little charm.
With a faint fragrance.
Render a beautiful world
Tell people that spring is coming.
Spring is coming.
The arrival of spring
Bring vitality to the world
Grass grows from the soil.
Give people spiritual comfort.
Wild geese fly in droves.
Spread the news that spring has come.
Miss Chun puts on colorful clothes for the world.
Make the world more beautiful
She works hard in silence.
Wake up every sleeping life.
She invited the rainbow and the sun.
Draw the most beautiful picture together.
Modern poem 7 "What is Spring" imitating spring.
What is spring,
Spring is a magician,
For an instant,
He'll put
A stream that freezes in winter
Melt away.
What is spring,
Spring is a painter,
He raised his brush,
Draw what the world needs,
What is spring,
Spring is an actor,
He distracted mom and dad from their work,
Our eyes can't live without the performance in spring.
Be late every day.
What is spring,
Spring is mom,
Follow us to school every day in spring,
Follow us out of school every day,
Cook for us every day.
What is spring,
Spring is a makeup artist,
He dyed the little flowers red,
He painted the grass green,
He makes children's hearts beautiful,
He makes the world more colorful.