Modern poetry describing rural spring

Whether at school or in society, you are most familiar with poetry. Poetry is a literary genre that expresses social life and people's spiritual world according to certain syllables and rhythms. What kind of poems are classics? The following is a modern poem describing rural spring, which I compiled for you. I hope it will help you.

spring

Spring, quietly

Hang branches, such as

A beautiful girl in spring.

On the city wall

That light footsteps

Rotating figure

Ballet in spring

Willow trees that have been covered for a winter.

Stretching and bending waist posture

Wait, the first ray of sunshine

The first kiss of spring breeze

A lark that has been depressed all winter.

Fly to the branch

Waiting, long-lost couple

Pour out a season of acacia

Look! The old fox on the ridge

leisurely and carefree

Have wishful thinking

Follow the footsteps of spring

Trace its delicacy.

Winter jasmine in Huang Cancan

winsome

Fragrant and fragrant

attract

hiker

In twos and threes

Gather together in droves

Get together or leave. ...

village

I like country stories.

Just as the country likes spring.

Spring in the countryside, accompanied by

Fighting between the returning birds and the top of the forest

Cuckoo tells

The mournful sound of winter

harmonious

A dark country road

Several number

hurried

A person in a hurry

I like the countryside at dusk.

It had already set at sunset.

Red Roofs

The shadow of the fence

Smoke from the kitchen

It is its symbol and symbol.

also

Song of the shepherd boy

Absorb rural customs.

The countryside in spring is quiet and far-reaching.

leisurely

Look at those people who are hiking.

A touch of sunset red

Draw the outline of perfection and beauty

The outline of the country, put yourself

Daoying is in the lotus pond in front of the village.

Bird's nest on the branch

Just sent away the afterglow of the sunset.

Turn around and watch the moonlight.

Climb up the branch

Entangled with bats

From seasonal prints

The spring breeze that stands out from the crowd

suddenly

Blow the green Qian Shan Wanling.

Wild mandarin ducks in the lotus pond

ashore

I thought I was

Has arrived in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River.

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.

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

Flowers are like clouds.

Cao Fang Tuxin

Turn to three seasons

you

Just like the beginning.

Qing feng fu mian

Moisten eyebrows with drizzle

Insomnia for three nights

I

Beauty seems to be declining.

impurity

And not charming.

Concentrate for three seconds.

mood

Drunk as wine

Come for you.

Insomnia for you

More than Sanqiu.

memory

That smells better than cologne.

ring out the Old Year and ring in the New Year

The news remains the same.

Forget about spring.

An abandoned courtyard on a spring night

The breeze sings in a dream.

Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.

Someone has returned to his hometown.

If there is moonlight on my pillow

I won't be able to sleep tonight

Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart

Dance my black eyes.

Every time I look up at the blue sky

Clouds float where they once fell.

Every time I embrace the night

The stars twinkle in the farthest place.

Want to shed a few tears under the lamp

Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak

Leave the warm and soft bed

I don't know who spring is waiting for.

You are under the bright window.

Thinking about love in spring

Think of autumn frost

Thinking of all the sweet flowers.

I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.

Cry secretly

Laugh quietly

Slowly forget your heart.

Forgotten spring

Candlelight forgotten for missing

Or lonely hope?

Push 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.

It's as if I happened to meet my relatives.

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.

Spring this year

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?

The girl in spring

Miss chun is here.

Which one of you knows,

How did she get here?

I know!

I know!

She comes from the south,

I was here the other day,

The good news is,

It was the swallow who told me.

Have any of you seen it,

What does she look like?

I know!

I know!

She is a little girl,

More beautiful than me,

Two watery eyes,

A braid is so long!

She was barefoot,

Pant legs arm in arm on knees;

On her arm,

There is a striking wicker basket hanging.

She crossed the river.

Walking slowly on the beach,

She bowed her head and sang softly,

That sounds like a flowing river. ...

Seeing her appearance,

Who will be happy;

Hearing her singing,

Everyone will be happy.

In her big wicker basket,

Full of things-

Red flowers and green grass,

And golden seeds.

She hung flowers on the tree,

And spread the grass on the ground;

Scatter seeds in the ground,

Let them grow green seedlings.

She walked on the ridge,

The cow looked up,

The calf bounced,

The lamb bleated. ...

She came to the village,

Every family is happy,

Orchard,

Open the door to welcome guests;

Those swimming pools,

Polishing;

When Miss Chun walked by,

Look in the mirror.

All kinds of birds,

Singing all kinds of songs,

Every bird says:

"I am so happy!"

All kinds of birds,

Singing all kinds of songs,

Every bird says:

"I am so happy!"

Only those ducks,

Can't fly or sing,

They just stood there,

Flapping their wings and laughing. ...

They said, "Miss Chun,

We have been waiting for you for a long time!

I hope you came!

We can't sing,

Ha ha ha ... "