Modern Poetry in Spring 1 Spring, this spring
Spring, this spring
This is spring, spring.
Everything revives and the world is beautiful.
This is the most beautiful season of the year.
This is the time when girls fall in love.
Irises perform on the stage.
Flowers are blooming in the garden.
In this beautiful world
The sun smiled gently.
The wind seems soft.
The joy of birds singing
I'm not happy at all.
There is no disappointment, nor is it lovelorn. ...
No reason
Just unhappy.
Spring, this spring
This is not my happiness.
The shallow singing of qingquan
The fragrance of flowers
The dance of bees and butterflies
This is misplaced everywhere in Shan Ye.
Just walk past me
This is not my wedding reception.
This is not my happiness.
Spring Modern Poetry 2 Looking for Spring
I heard that spring is coming,
I want to go out and look for it
I heard thunder rolling in the morning,
With the rustling of rain,
Dad said, this is the sound of spring.
I took off my thick cotton-padded jacket,
Put on beautiful spring clothes,
Mom said that this is the makeup in spring.
I saw small trees in the roadside flower beds.
Pull out tender new buds,
They said, spring is coming, spring is coming.
The flower beds in the sky by Liuyang River,
It is full of winter jasmine like a waterfall,
They said, spring is coming, spring is coming.
My family went to Gaoping for a spring outing.
Seeing a large rape flower,
Like a yellow sea.
In our QQ farm,
Little earthworms show their little heads naughtily,
Start loosening the soil like swimming in the water.
I have lost two small front teeth for a long time.
Hearing the news of spring,
It's growing out slowly.
Spring is coming,
Spring is there,
Spring is in our eyes,
Spring is in our hearts,
Ah! I finally found spring.
Spring Modern Poetry 3 Late Spring
Text/Danshui Qingyun
It rained lightly for a few days and it became colder and colder.
A few days of cool snow.
It's cold in spring
Newly sprouted willow branches
experienced
Snow pressure frost
Although it is March day.
How cold is it?
March is already spring.
The weather has not cleared up yet.
cold wind
Blowing all day.
Nobody has time to worry about this.
come and go
hurried
the difference is
All wrapped in thick winter clothes.
Sleet weather
It seems that it has nothing to do with me.
I cann't help but let me
Want to study in high school
freedom
You can have a happy class.
Sometimes a person is in a daze.
Follow your own mood.
Don't want others to be bound.
Don't be afraid.
teacher-student relationship
As close as father and son
Like a mother and a daughter.
the whole day
The face is full of bright sunshine.
The surrounding air condenses.
The bell rang suddenly.
The dream just now was interrupted.
Must return to reality
Still have to play the residual heat.
Handheld class notes
Umbrella
Through the broken rain curtain
Climb up directly from the stairwell
walk with vigorous strides
Run to the podium
Expand the handout
Greet the children with a smile
a new day
In this way, black and pink appeared.
Wake up by the alarm clock every day.
Looks in a hurry.
Dispel the mist of morning light
Braving the cold wind and frost
Walk through the mud of the campus
Welcome the dawn of the morning glow.
But I don't hesitate.
Accustomed to growing up with children
I'm afraid wrinkles will climb on my forehead.
Regardless of silver hair and cream
Wearing a pair of reading glasses
In class, it is heroic.
Talk like a waterfall
passionate
Carefully cultivate peaches and plums
Yuan Man Tao Li Xiang
Although it is old.
Old age is strong.
If you close your eyes for a hundred years,
I want to be the king of children in the afterlife.
A life of ease
Comfortable town-fresh water!
That's what I do.
Live comfortably every day!
Look out of the classroom window
The rising sun has been exposed.
Willow branches crushed by frost and snow
The morning breeze blows gently.
The bright green bud treasure of cereal yellow
Blooming quietly in the spring breeze
A golden rape flower
Decorate the round leaves with bright crystals.
Spring Modern Poetry 4 Love Spring
It is sunny in April.
The sky is dark blue.
Zi Jin Hua Er
In the bright spring
Sprinkle a string of gentle laughter
Purple clothes
Like a thin silk sand flowing.
Through the smooth face of purple hibiscus
Such as duanxiang, a cup of blue high alcohol slurry.
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How beautiful purple is!
Beautiful spring, moist and dazzling.
Overlooking the purple hibiscus
As gentle and deep as the deep blue sea.
Smiling Fu Fei smiles at you!
You can't help feeling ripples.
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Purple hibiscus, a hundred flowers blossom, is full of fun.
She put aside her beauty.
Release the spirit of her alcohol slurry.
For spring.
The lover in my heart
She poured out her youth.
Look at this bird.
Fly around her.
People who walk by
Can't stop looking back
The grass straightened up and looked out.
The river put on new clothes and prepared for an encounter.
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Amethyst fell in love with spring.
Do you know
Spring is deep.
We're leaving?
When Amethyst is happy,
Inner sadness
How to create a spring that is not old?
Or create a finely carved platinum wedding ring?
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Aishang spring
I am destined to fall in love with the thoughts of the four seasons.
Late spring season
Patches of twilight flowers
Telling another kind of affection
There is sadness
Have nostalgia
Had to give up.
More is silent love.
Spring Modern Poetry 5 "Hope of Spring"
Winter beckons to us again and again.
Get in position and put on white clothes.
The cannon and I also put on seasonal camouflage.
A day when the north wind is blowing tighter and tighter.
Snow White is a good material.
Silence is also the norm.
The occasional racing day.
Squeeze out a faint smile on the position.
I saw it in a bitter smile
In fact, silence itself is also a disguise.
Location has stolen the seeds of spring.
Hold in your arms.
At the temperature of me and the cannon.
That's enough.
Hold on tight.
Covering heat
carefully
Afraid of accidentally popping up.
Stretching will dye the position green.
Dye the position red.
This will upset the sorting of seasons.
In that case
The spring can only be temporarily in position.
Quietly germinate
Grow up quietly
Then grow ears and eyes first
Listen to distant places.
Is peace still there?
Look far away.
Or smoke from the kitchen?
Well, just grow up quietly.
The coldest day
Spring in place
Never wither
Spring Modern Poetry 6 "Spring Smile"
At dawn, I saw it
There is a flower in the Baihua Garden.
The most fragrant and colourful.
It is the soul of poetry and it is very warm to read.
The surging snow makes me
A little more confidence.
You are persistent, inch by inch into eager eyes.
And all that nonsense.
Put it on the counter and rearrange it.
You use sweat and wisdom
Fill every void in life
Erase desolation
In the dawn, I also saw
Flocks of birds fly into the blue sky.
Yaoyao wishes you!
Spring Modern Poetry 7 "Spring of Life"
Changing times
Stay away from the cold in winter
years as the song
Welcome a rich spring.
Spring with dreams.
Scatter the sunshine in your heart.
Spring is full of vitality.
Sow hope in the world
Spring brings a ballad.
Sing a nice song.
Spring brings beauty.
It's very colorful.
Spring is an eye-catching feast.
Spring is a colorful picture.
Spring rain moistens everything.
The soft spring breeze blew away the haze.
Affectionate bud is about to laugh.
Qian Fan is floating in the surging spring.
Have a cup of light green tea.
Sing a beautiful poem
When you wake up from your dream, it's already spring.
Another year of spring welfare.
How much sadness and resentment has been diluted?
Say goodbye to the cold winter
Looking back and smiling is safe.
Push open the window lattice
The sea of hearts in spring will be brilliant.
As long as there is love in my heart
Even if it is cold in spring.
I can also feel the warm wind on my face.
This garden is full of the beauty/charm of spring.
Spring Modern Poetry 8 "Spring Morning"
Gentle spring breeze
Hold up the sun
Blowing ten thousand sunsets red.
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.
Spring Modern Poetry 9 "Spring is always beautiful"
Spring rides on the rhyme of the soul.
Come along.
The quiet wind passes through the warm sun.
Reality and illusion can wander freely.
Suck on your comfort.
Eyes full of color
High-spirited flowers
Wave bravely
Overcome illusion over and over again.
hope
It's all red around.
Past reincarnation
Who can escape the intoxication of this spring?
faraway place
The morning bell rings
When my soul cries
Start to go to the paradise of spring.
In the center of spring
There is a lot of envy that I am shy about.
Longing for the season of spring
My heart is broken for the dusk drum.
Eyes like water are eager.
Colorful butterfly dance
A ray of sunshine makes my heart beat with excitement.
Infatuated stamen
Tears of joy
hazy moonlight
Fall into fantasy
Floating through the lively dream of spring
Cover a warm song
To the perched birds.
A ray of tender care
earlier times
I feel sorry for the fallen flower.
A song of wind and rain weighs heavily on the wings of spring.
I can't afford to fly anymore.
Buried the loneliness of high mountains and flowing water
Leave a memory with nowhere to hide.
A thin soul
A reed flute flies into the distance.
Loneliness endured the desolation of the years.
Sadness overflowed the sigh in my dream.
But in the depths of memory
Spring is still fresh and beautiful
Drunk fantasy
Look at the flowers in front of you.
A lovesick bird
Circular thinking
The rhythm is charming.
Anxious to refresh oneself
A thousand years, ten thousand years.
Time passed quietly.
Reluctantly say goodbye
People passing by
Samsara is on the verge of pain.
The soul looks at each other with tears.
Feel speechless.
Modern Poetry in Spring 10 "In the Woods with Urban Effect"
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Modern Poetry in Spring 1 1 "Pushing Open the Door of Spring"
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Modern Poetry in Spring 12 "This Spring"
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Modern Poetry in Spring 13 "Rain Over My Chest"
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
Modern Spring Poetry 14 "Looking at a Snow in Spring"
Catch the spring train.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between spring and snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Modern Poetry in Spring 15 "Stepping on the Threshold of Spring"
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
Modern Poetry in Spring 16 "Walking"
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
Modern Poetry in Spring 17 "Association"
An old buffalo
Eating between buildings
A lawn full of wild flowers
Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.
"moo"
Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads
Wake up the ears of spring from the river.
Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.
Leaves on the ridge of the field
When a person falls down,
Imagine not long ago.
Right here in this land.
This is the old buffalo.
Rumble, mambo
Push
The pace of progress this season
An empty philosopher holding hands.
Make all kinds of gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Put warm colors on the earth.
Turn it over one by one
Will be a cool classical figure.
Tilt heavily in mud waves
Pull and urge
Shares in hand
Against the old farmer
Modern Spring Poetry 18 Who Hunted the Feathers of Spring
The last season to collect feathers
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Lick it gently and keep sailing.
The sails of the sea of four seasons
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love
Refuse to pray
Once romantic passion
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
In the tempering of clouds
have a bath
Haitian Chu
Control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings
Modern poetry describing spring
Diary about spring day
Describe the beautiful part of spring.