Poems about Spring Rain Modern Poetry 1 Ode to Spring Rain
Author: Xu Dongfeng
Your drifting is so satisfying.
The dry land is full of spring information.
You bring life to everything.
Life creeps because of you.
The mountains are full of words because of you.
The stream is happy because of you.
Those flowers that will bloom.
Smile for you all the way
You are falling peacefully.
You kissed the earth and said, welcome,
Without you, I have no moist face.
The earth embraces you.
You are in the sea, the sea says, thank you.
Without you, I have no broad mind.
The sea makes you happy.
You kissed Gaoshan, and Gaoshan said, thank you.
With you, my tall body is more beautiful.
Dashan accepted you. ...
You work silently, silently.
The land that breeds your attachment.
It also breeds colorful flowers of nature. ...
Then you walk with the sunshine.
Quietly return to the blue sky
Take a rest and wait for the next trip.
Spring Rain Poetry Modern Poetry 2 Memories of Spring Rain
Your arrival always excites me.
The willows by the river give off a strong fragrance.
Grandpa's figure bent off the bridge with the help of the breeze.
Submerged by spring water on the river bank.
Lightning age
You are as redundant as your mother's nagging.
On the other side of the rainbow is flashing neon?
The end of the neon is a dream that can't be awakened.
Mix your own blood and want to draw a thin mark.
Do you have any friends who can have a drink in cold weather?
The shiny leaves reflect beautiful wings.
Erase the darkness, not curse the sun
Pick the bright green awn behind you.
I hope you can also see my happiness.
Spring Rain Poetry Modern Poetry 3 The place where spring rain irrigates
Author: Ran Henan/Nanyang
March,
Sister Chun ascended to the world of mortals.
Call, break-a pool of spring water,
The misty morning mist enveloped the banks of the rivers and lakes.
Xiaoyu groaned hoarsely:
Still guarding the land here;
Silence-
Images in the depths of the cold,
Irrigated and awakened by warm winter oil and water.
March,
Millions of them are at the forefront of the college entrance examination and the second college entrance examination.
Perseverance and courage, sprinkled into the sky;
Through clever notes.
Spring rain is not free,
Solemn silence,
On our way.
Hope what,
Doesn't mean Zen,
Just an idea and a belief.
20 14, see also the college entrance examination.
Wake up drunk,
Tears blurred my eyes.
Three years ago,
With dreams and desires,
The soul of hope and dream,
Wandering on the battlefield of the college entrance examination,
The uncertainty and sadness of death shattered hopes and dreams.
So, 388, a fatal point and horizon of life,
Beaten mercilessly at the bottom.
Dream soul, begin to be ecstatic.
The color of the heart began to fade.
The will of three years has not been erased or destroyed.
Lost souls cross the line of life and death and are reborn.
See also the college entrance examination.
After three years of relaxation, I began to pray to God silently.
Can only be immersed in this territory in obscurity.
Poetry about Spring Rain Modern Poetry 4 The First Kiss of Spring Rain
It's raining. It's the first rain in the north this spring.
It's raining. It's a lingering day. It's wet the budding Chun Qing.
If you want to ask who the first kiss of rain was given to? I must see those peach blossoms.
Shyness hides the core in the bud, and the kiss of rain still hangs on my lips.
Tender powder quivers in the wind, showing various customs.
The little bee seems jealous of the peach blossom, pursed her lips and hid in the flowers, refusing to come out.
The happiest thing is the grass, raising its head and opening its mouth.
Open the dry mouth and suck the rain greedily.
Suddenly, the earth seems to have been washed by rain.
Oil green oil green, just using a green word to describe it is really a bit bad.
Such green, such water, such treasure.
Thousands of miles away, it seems that someone has pulled a green brocade cover.
Through the soil, I seem to feel the power of a seed.
Spitting buds, breaking ground, splicing cotyledons and elongation at jointing stage
Not all kisses are popular.
After being kissed by the rain, the bird fluttered its wings and chirped from the treetops to the eaves.
Then walk on the eaves and fly noisily to the telephone pole.
You said I shouted to convey the feeling of rain.
The spring rain kissed the sleeping river.
The falling melody became cheerful.
The mountains, trees and houses in the distance are hazy.
Like being immersed in a mist, the sky is gray.
The light seems to be drawn in a grid.
Hide quietly for fear of getting wet.
The kiss of the spring rain is light and soft, and the air is humid.
Sit by the window and watch the rain quietly.
So safe, so comfortable
Like a spring rain kissing my cheek, my heart has been flying in the rain.
Barefoot, holding a red rain paper umbrella.
Running in the rain lane, the fragrance of cloves came from behind.
Poetry about Spring Rain Modern Poetry 5 Spring Rain for Fools
Counting the rain outside the window
Tie a weak knot
Melted the years
It is noble in memory.
This, the first spring rain
Come so late
I forgot about spring.
Colorful umbrella
Gently Ying Ying floating fragrance.
Cover up the numbers
This knot caused a splash.
You, a strange scenery.
Erase that expression.
Twinkling stars in the dark
Bear a heavy burden
Mixed with snacks and sighs
Whitening Zhu Yan's face.
Only the melancholy of lipstick
I whisper to myself.
Once a love story
Climbed into my heart again.
Poetry about Spring Rain Modern Poetry 6 Flowers of Spring Rain
Rainy days in March,
Flowers bloom silently in front of the window,
Gentle heart,
Echoed with sorrow for the breeze and drizzle,
Who stopped smiling in spring,
He exhausted the sweetness of my youth,
Who drove away the lingering between me and bees and butterflies?
The spring rain is continuous,
Quietly soaked my face,
Low pressure, wet and cold rain line,
My heart is full,
Always in such a melancholy casual,
Your face is glowing,
Trembling pain,
Touched my heart deeply,
Do you remember,
Gentle vows in the rain,
Do you remember,
Once romantic love.
Quietly watching the flowers swaying in the breeze and drizzle,
A sad picture,
In my opinion,
I want to ask,
The flowers are still there,
Why do you choose to be with others?
On such a rainy day,
This entanglement,
I fantasize about it,
That rain line,
When I miss you,
I can't hold it and I can't drive far.