The short poems about modern poetry describing spring are as follows:
1. "You are April in the world" - Lin Huiyin
I say you are the world On the April day, the laughter on all sides lit up the wind, and the lightness changed and danced in the glory of spring. You are the clouds in the morning of April, the soft wind in the evening, the stars twinkling inadvertently, and the fine raindrops falling in front of the flowers. That light, that Pingting, you are the crown of fresh flowers and flowers you wear, you are innocent and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
You are like the goose yellow after the snow melts; you are like the fresh green with first buds; you are the white lotus floating in the soft joyful water that you are looking forward to in your dreams. You are the flowers blooming on the trees, the swallows whispering in the beams, - you are love, warmth and hope, you are the April day in the world!
Appreciation: I say you are the April day in the world, your laughter lights up the wind on all sides, and your lightness dances and changes in the glory of spring. You are the clouds in the morning of April, the soft wind in the evening, the stars twinkling inadvertently, and the fine raindrops falling in front of the flowers. That light, that Pingting, you are the crown of fresh flowers and flowers you wear, you are innocent and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
You are like the goose yellow after the snow melts; you are like the fresh green with the first buds; you are the soft joyful water floating in the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dreams. You are the flowers blooming on the trees, the swallows whispering in the beams, - you are love, warmth and hope, you are the April day in the world!
2. "Flower Seeds" - Fang Jing
Flower seeds, sown into the soil, still belong to my hands. The seeds grow out of the soil and bloom into bright flowers. They are no longer mine, but belong to the butterflies, the bees, and the eyes of spring. ?The seeds are silent when sown into the soil. When the seeds grow and bloom, they use colorful and sweet voices to call butterflies and bees, and talk to the eyes of spring.
Appreciation: Spring is a season of spreading hope. This short poem takes us up close to observe the growth process of spring flower seeds. These are not just flower seeds, but also seeds full of hope!