Modern poetry of mutual affection

Haruka Modern Poetry 1 1000 Trees and 10000 Flowers.

Changes in February

I am as happy as jumping up.

The oriole on the branch

Bathed in the sun, crisp and charming.

Huashan breathes white clouds on the edge of the blue sky.

Not far away, the yellow river sounds.

Spring.

In this way, I will wake up from hibernation.

Facing the vast emptiness

Sent out the rhythm of life

The white swan is holding its head high and flying into the sky.

The flowers returned to the alfalfa field.

I'm going to change into spring clothes.

Let the warm wind blow open my chest.

Ride a bike to dust off.

From Dam to Wheat Field Center

There are more people laughing in the street.

The number in this field is also soaring.

Spring.

In this way, I will wake up from hibernation.

Maybe dreams are like flying kites.

I unfolded the poem.

It can also be printed on Luoyang paper tomorrow.

Spring.

In this way, I will wake up from hibernation.

How to sprout hope?

What is the fate of life?

The spring can be changed.

There are clouds floating in the sky.

The sun moved to dusk again.

In my little yard.

Magpie reports often disappoint me.

Haruka's Modern Poetry 2 In February, the spring breeze and willows danced.

The clear stream has thawed.

Excuse me, where is the stream?

"I want to loosen the soil for the dry wheat fields."

Peach blossoms in March are particularly red.

Swallows fly in the sky.

Excuse me, Swallow, what are you up to?

"I'll tell people to plant seeds quickly."

In April, the wheat beans are fragrant,

Magpies are jumping on the branches.

Excuse me, magpie, what are you singing?

"I sing that this year is another good harvest."

Tea picker

White clouds are floating in the blue sky,

People in the green tea garden walked by.

Bees are intoxicated in the flowers,

Flower pickers like to pick tea.

Clever fingers and light steps,

Laughing and singing.

The picked spring tea is clear and fragrant,

Send it to the whole world.

fly a kite

This is the warm wind blowing from sunny days.

Everyone is busy flying kites.

Run with the string in hand,

Shout, shout, fly,

Butterflies, centipedes and long dragons ......

There are countless names,

Colorful and beautiful,

Like colorful clouds and rainbows.