Modern cursive poetry

In the usual study, work and life, everyone has been exposed to poetry, which is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. What kind of poems are classics? The following is a poem I carefully arranged to describe grass. Welcome to read the collection.

Modern Poetry 1 "Green Grassland" describes grass

I praise the grass.

To be exact; Precisely

Because you're nothing.

There is no enchanting pattern.

always

Pave the main theme of the earth with unique power

I praise the grass.

because of it

Lifelong upward

No matter what kind of suffering you suffer.

Always smiling at the sky

I praise the grass.

because of it

No arrogance

No worries

Serve the earth silently forever.

Grass, great grass

You are the life of the earth.

You are the pride of the earth.

Mention grass

I seem a little rambling.

in fact

You are not small on the ground.

Your selfless dedication

Who can dismiss it!

Grass, you are not young.

How tall you are.

How proud

although

In that distant city

And your touching songs.

grass

I sincerely praise the grass

special

Dandelions and plantains on the roadside.

although

Be crushed by a wheel

Every Which Way But Loose

I am grass.

no

I am not as good as grass.

A modern poem describing grass 2 "If I were a grass"

An ancient poplar is swaying in spring.

It's rare to hear Yan a few times.

Cherish time, cherish pine trees forever,

Retreat without regret.

Hundreds of idle ants are searching,

The rocking boat caused a nervous breakdown.

Knocking on the counter is a good play that she is familiar with.

A series of time to fill life problems.

The waist of this skirt is very casual.

My mother said all the trivial things at home.

Bright moonlight is selfless,

The heat of the sun follows the solar terms.

It is said to be Linshan Road in Rizhao,

The weather suddenly changed.

Worried about innocent branches and leaves,

Thin and carefree years in China.

Dynamic raindrops and tiles smoke on their backs,

I couldn't help shouting, "Don't ..."

"coming!" Her reaction was lightning-fast,

The height of the ladder is tailored to the house.

Suddenly I feel that her image is already the height of the mountain.

But I became a grass at the foot of the mountain.

Modern poem 3 "Looking Up" describes grass.

I am just a grass in a beautiful forest.

Give me a drop of rain and dew

That's enough.

why

Give me warm sunshine.

I am just a grass in a beautiful forest.

Give me a round of applause.

That's enough.

why

Give me beautiful flowers.

I am just a grass in a beautiful forest.

Give me a smile.

enough ...

Let's be soul mates.

I believe in our beautiful forest.

Will become an ocean of joy.

Modern poem 4 "Life of Grass" describing grass

I am a grass. I grew up in the corner of the delivery room. Although I can't move, I can usher in a beautiful new life every day.

I am a grass. I grew up in the corner of a room. Although I can't move, I can see breastfeeding and feel the greatness of maternal love.

I am a grass. I grew up in the hall of a quadrangle. Although I can't move, I can see the life I met at the beginning. Now that I can run and jump, I can't help sighing the magic of nature.

I am a grass. I grew up in a corner of the primary school campus. Although I can't move, I can watch the children grow up carefree and happy without wasting a drop of time.

I am a grass. I grew up in a corner of the middle school campus. Although I can't move, I can watch the children's growing bodies gradually become a thoughtful and emotional teenager.

I am a grass. I grew up in a corner of the university campus. Although I can't move, I can watch them walk out of the campus. There are joys and sorrows, and there is ecstasy.

I am a grass. I grew up in front of a company. Although I can't move, I see many university campuses coming out. They squeezed in desperately to earn a living wage.

I am a grass. I grew up in a corner of the temple. Although I can't move, I witnessed the correct oath with Jesus. Would you? I will.

I am a grass. I grew up in an office in a building. Although I can't move, I watch them every day regardless of the busyness of physical protests, just to get more salary to comfort my body.

I am a grass. I grew up in the corner of a family. Although I can't move, I can feel the warmth of home.

I am a grass. I grew up in a corner of the park. Although I can't move, it proves that those couples who have fulfilled their vows will grow old together.

I am a grass. I grew up in a corner of the earth. Although I can't move, I can stay with the sun and the moon and live in heaven and earth.

But I will grow old and wither. I lament that life is too beautiful and there is too little time. ......

Modern poem 5 "Brave Living" describes grass.

I am a grass.

Trying to find the first ray of sunshine in the morning

I am a grass.

The affectionate rain and dew moistened my inner hesitation.

I am a grass.

Thick dust defiled my loneliness.

In the cold wind

On the high mountain

A grass is dancing lightly.

Its eyebrows are low and its flag is high.

The teenager held a bright smile in his hands.

Call for tomorrow.

The wind is coming, and the rain is coming.

Crazy raindrops beat the desolation of the years mercilessly.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped.

Fragrant soil flooded its petite body layer by layer.

Flowers fall at your feet.

Do you know

How it longs for flowers.

The eagle flew over the mountain.

Do you know

How it longs for the freedom of the blue sky.

The horse galloped on the grassland.

Do you know

How eager it is to rein in the horse, and how unrestrained it is.

I am a grass.

Listen to the brisk footsteps of cicadas in hot summer.

I am a grass.

Between heaven and earth, the call is like water flowing.

I am a grass.

Breathe the last sunshine in the snowy twilight.

Modern poem 6 "Green Touch" describes grass.

In the corner of the fence is a lawn.

My favorite place to walk.

In such a cold winter, the sun is pitifully

Sprinkle light on the world

This strengthened my confidence to approach the lawn.

As green as spring.

This is the greenest place I can see all winter.

Cool, simple green

From that moment on, my life began to flow.

Its persistence, its green.

This is what I need, to settle down anywhere.

When my soul

Grass, still not showing off, bowed its head shyly.

In countless admiring eyes

Its only direction is the thick earth.

Tonight, the moon is round and bright.

You can see her graceful figure in the water.

But I know it's just a moon in the water, just huge.

A star in the sky belongs to all mankind.

I prefer talking to grass.

Listen to its whispers and stories about it:

On that day, the grass enjoyed the winter sunshine leisurely.

Suddenly, there was a sob in the distance.

The grass waved its arm vigorously and the child approached it.

He leaned down and asked what had happened.

The child said that her mother was gone and she had no playmates.

Grass looked at the child: broken cotton-padded jacket, broken shoes.

The child is crying and wiping his nose.

Grass is silent, grass is heartbroken, and grass's eyes are moist.

The grass said, "please choose me, son."

You will have a new cotton-padded jacket and a new pair of shoes.

You will meet your mother, and you will have.

Lots of friends play with you. "

The child was so happy that he picked a full handful.

Then, the incredible thing happened:

The child put on a new cotton-padded jacket and new shoes.

In a group of children, this child is the most beautiful.

Mother also smiled and came to her from a distance. ...

I praise the love of the grass infinitely.

She is still shy, humble and lovely. ...

Tonight, the grass illuminates the heart of the rain!

A modern poem describing grass 7 "Hope of Grass"

You are as beautiful as grass,

Still beautiful and fragrant,

I've been staring at you,

But you've been shyly hiding,

Come out!

My beloved grass,

You have to face the sun,

Stretch your green again,

Let me see your image again.

Although spring is too short,

But you have to arm yourself,

In this beautiful spring,

Continue your growth.

You're still strong,

You are still so stubborn,

Let go of the fetters of winter,

I believe you will find yourself again,

Lost and confused.

This is just your dream,

It is the extravagant hope of the grass.

A modern poem describing grass 8 "Lonely Grass"

Where the sun goes down,

There is a lonely meadow.

It stood there alone,

It looks so monotonous. ;

Where are its parents and friends?

Why did you leave this meadow?

A dead tree told me,

His family was buried alive!

The dead tree told me a story,

It turns out that this is a forest.

There are so many flowers and grass!

Soon, all my family and friends left.

Who is an ignorant person,

With a fucking axe and a wooden knife.

Cut down all the trees and flowers.

It is said that they will build a factory here.

So all our own kind are dead!

Poor kid,

Every day, I cry and say, "Mom, where are you?"

Black smoke emitted from factory chimneys,

Waste water flows out of underground pipes,

Polluted the sky and the earth,

Only this lonely meadow is left.

Although it is still struggling,

But soon, it will also die.

I seem to have seen it,

Endless deserts and storms,

Is constantly approaching us! The grass is still crying: help me, help my home!

A modern poem describing grass 9 "The tenacious life of grass"

I am a seed of grass,

Floating in the wind, dancing,

Finally landed on a mountain top,

There are cracks in the rocks at the top of the mountain.

There's only one person with me-

A handful of barren and dry loess,

The hot sun shines on you,

It's too spicy,

This is a seed that will germinate.

I firmly believe in my life instinct.

It suddenly began to rain lightly,

Moisturize my body, nourish my life,

I, who generate and cherish the power of life,

Rooting and germination were successful at first,

Vibrant grass,

Green planting has finally taken shape.

The wind of heat wave in the air!

Blow and shake me often,

Scorching sunshine!

Always shooting at my body,

I don't give in to my struggle,

In the face of a sinister environment,

I'm still standing,

Sun, Moon, Guanghua, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter,

Go through the process of life,

Complete the mission of grass growth.

Beautiful red without flowers,

Not as tall and lush as a big tree,

I am short, simple and taciturn.

But since I came into this world,

To show tenacious green life.

A modern poem describing grass 10 "I am just a grass in a beautiful forest"

I am just a grass in a beautiful forest.

Give me a drop of rain and dew

That's enough.

why

Give me warm sunshine.

I am just a grass in a beautiful forest.

Give me a round of applause.

That's enough.

why

Give me beautiful flowers.

I am just a grass in a beautiful forest.

Give me a smile.

enough ...

Let's be soul mates.

I believe in our beautiful forest.

Will become an ocean of joy.

A modern poem describing grass 1 1 A Grass.

The edge or face of a cliff.

A grass

Bathed in the sun

Fly with the wind

Leaves swaying in the wind

Dancing towards the bustling crowd in the distance

You think people fear you.

But I don't know, what people look up to is mountains, sky and flowing clouds.

But I've never seen it.

Grass takes root at the top of the mountain.

You look down

Originally, except for you

There are so many lush trees at the foot of the mountain.

It turns out that you have never been found in a crack in the stone.

No one has ever noticed you.

A gust of wind blew.

Pull you up by the roots,

You are blown far away.

Fall to a place where I don't know where it is

You fell to one side and your face was black and blue.

You said, are you still struggling?

How can this grass hold up a blue sky?

Do you want to continue?

How did you take root in this stormy and scorching sun?

Your roots are broken.

The leaves have withered, too

Your partners have all left one after another.

And you, look at the sky, look at the sunshine.

Strong wind and heavy rain

Didn't stop you from moving forward

And it didn't overwhelm all your fighting spirit

You grab a crack and take root in it.

The sun shines and the rain moistens.

year after year

You take root and sprout.

Facts have proved that growth.

Is the constant watch in your heart.

A modern poem describing grass 12 "A Grass"

A grass

It has no name and no last name.

It has been growing alone.

May be trampled by playful children.

It may have been hurt by bugs.

But it still grows tenaciously.

It's just a grass.

But it has such tenacious vitality.

No matter where it is, it will always exist.

If I hadn't fallen

Let the ice and snow solidify me

Standing in a crystal clear statue.

If you find my short-lived beauty

Please cherish my painting.