Modern Poems of Chunyu

In the spring when everything recovers, the spring breeze always comes first, followed by a spring rain. The following is the content of modern poetry about spring rain, welcome to read!

spring rain

After 4 o'clock, thunder came.

It rains occasionally;

Look at the sky,

The setting sun shone through the clouds,

Show half a face.

Surprised,

Dark clouds are flying,

It rustled like a soldier in an instant.

Look at the ground,

Water is like a stream,

Looking at the fields,

Green trees and tender grass stick to pearls and jade,

Look at the street,

Blossoming umbrellas are graceful,

Birds are hazy.

For more than half an hour,

The setting sun shoots to the east;

Take a shower break,

The clouds are high,

Clarify the facts and be vigilant.

There is a saying that:

Good rain knows its correct time;

Guotai Minfeng!

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.

Bright red. There are a few smiles on her cheeks.

Rain near spring

It's not raindrops jumping from branches.

This is the message that spring is coming.

How warm is the spring breeze?

The trees trembled uncontrollably.

The rain is beating and singing.

Joy is like the Spring Festival Gala being rehearsed.

The rain is so heavy.

All the hometown will be flooded by rain.

It's not news of approaching spring.

It is an endless catharsis of information.

Describe hometown in the rain

This is no different from rows of crops.

It rains near home

Grow shallow roots one by one.

before long

Has quietly become my distance.