Create modern spring poems 1 Get on the train for spring.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between spring and snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Self-created Spring Modern Poetry 2 A Story of One's Spring
One morning in a dense fog
Moistened the birds singing all spring.
Memories soaked in songs come from clever birds.
Hao Han Byrd holds the tears of winter.
Swallows pecked up the spring mud of rainy apricot flowers.
Build your own barriers.
It is a short spring.
It is also inevitable to leave at flowering stage.
Loyalty, Zigui's beauty of vomiting blood.
Condensed into the seeds of double suicide.
Deep in the grave of happiness
Even if it doesn't sprout.
But it also marks a limited life.
What is that? Is it far ... What is that? Is it far? ...
It's autumn wind chasing leaves.
It was the spring rain that washed the green branches.
It is the low footsteps of snow flowing through the window.
Is it a poplar that sighs slightly through the autumn night?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is spray
This is the surging tide.
It's the roar of butch.
Did lightning strike the sky and the ground?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is a neat group of frogs.
This is a monotonous short song of bees.
This is the sound of the city flapping its wings.
Is it the tide of life?
What is that? Is it far? ...
It's the jitter of the eardrum
This is the roar of the waterfall.
It is the sparrow who talks about the morning in surprise.
Is it a sad farewell to dusk in western Western jackdaw?
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is the mechanical beating of life.
It's a spark on the anvil
This is the laughter of coal in the fire
Are zinc and copper melting?
What is that? Is it far? ...
What is it? Is it far?
I can't hear clearly in my dream. ...
Homemade modern spring poems 3 Look, here comes the little squirrel!
Jump and jump happily.
Look, the swallows are flying back!
The song of spring cries;
The clothes on people's bodies,
Getting thinner and thinner;
The fluff on small animals,
Less and less.
Listen, the rustling spring rain,
Moistening the grass by the river;
Listen, gentle spring breeze,
Wake up all the little animals!
Walking into the field,
There are golden rape flowers everywhere;
Into the city,
There are green camphor trees everywhere.
Smell, the little flowers on the roadside,
All exude fragrance;
Smell, warm air,
Contains the fragrance of the sun?
Look, the river has thawed!
Flowing happily;
Look, it's getting warmer and warmer.
We dance happily!
Self-made Spring Modern Poetry 4 Just after winter,
Some are unexpectedly eager to believe in each other's flowers,
Trying to catch up with the spring rally,
For fear of being late,
Grass willow was also reported in advance.
The annual spring rally,
Who wants to miss it?
Swallows whisper,
It's Miss Chun's messenger,
Vilen put on a new green dress.
The earth is bathed in spring,
Everything is full of vitality.
The branches of the winter jasmine are covered with yellow buds.
Shake your head gently with the breeze.
Morning glory Hua Teng is crawling around the rope.
The little green leaves at the top of the vine didn't open at all.
It's like a hand trying to catch something.
Miss Chun came to the river.
Put a furry green blanket on the river bank,
Wildflowers are dotted,
Yellow, pink, white, red and purple.
Open in the green grass.
A flock of birds are chirping,
They're nesting,
The cry seems to say:
Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Self-created Spring Modern Poetry 5 Gentle Spring,
Came into my life.
Cold ice,
This seems to be a thing of the past.
Willow is wearing a brand-new green dress.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
The willow is twisted,
Soft waist,
What charming lines.
Free shake
Dance to your heart's content;
Pomegranate flowers put on pomegranate skirts,
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
Pomegranate blushes,
Laugh in the dark
The swallow put on a tuxedo.
Yao Yao is here.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
Yan Wu,
Yan Wu,
Singing and dancing;
I came in a hurry,
Because I have an appointment with Spring.
Create 6 Modern Spring Poems/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.
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.
Tender. New shoots,
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.
Self-created modern poetry in spring, sunny in August.
The sky is dark blue.
Zi Jin Hua Er
In the bright spring
Sprinkle a string of gentle laughter
Purple clothes
Like a thin silk sand flowing.
Through the smooth face of purple hibiscus
Such as duanxiang, a cup of blue high alcohol slurry.
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How beautiful purple is!
Beautiful spring, moist and dazzling.
Overlooking the purple hibiscus
As gentle and deep as the deep blue sea.
Smiling Fu Fei smiles at you!
You can't help feeling ripples.
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Purple hibiscus, a hundred flowers blossom, is full of fun.
She developed her beauty to the extreme.
Release the spirit of her alcohol slurry.
For spring.
The lover in my heart
She poured out her youth.
Look at this bird.
Fly around her.
People who walk by
Can't stop looking back
The grass straightened up and looked out.
The river put on new clothes and prepared for an encounter.
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Amethyst fell in love with spring.
Do you know
Spring is deep.
We're leaving?
When Amethyst is happy,
Inner sadness
How to create a spring that is not old?
Or create a finely carved platinum wedding ring?
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Aishang spring
I am destined to fall in love with the thoughts of the four seasons.
Late spring season
Patches of twilight flowers
Telling another kind of affection
There is sadness
Have nostalgia
Had to give up.
More is silent love.
Self-created Spring Modern Poetry 9 In the spring breeze, peach blossoms are red, apricot blossoms are white, willow leaves are green, and everywhere is full of vitality. Spring breeze has implanted the meaning of spring into people's hearts. You see: the scene of snow heartless people uniting to fight against the snow disaster is so touching, and it is so timely to help the people in the disaster area resume production. The plan of the year lies in spring, farmers' uncles are sowing seeds, and the countryside is already a busy scene. Lovely spring has brought us a colorful world and infinite joy and joy.
Spring is a season full of vitality, but also a beautiful, magical and hopeful season.
When winter goes and spring comes, the willows turn green, and the warm spring breeze blows the endless wheat fields and wrinkles the quietly flowing river. Sweet spring rain is as light as spider silk, as thin as a needle and as long as a thread. When winter goes and spring comes, the willows turn green, and the warm spring breeze blows the endless wheat fields and wrinkles the quietly flowing river. Sweet spring rain is as light as spider silk, as thin as a needle and as long as a thread. The warm spring breeze turns the endless wheat fields green and wrinkles the quietly flowing river. Sweet spring rain is as light as spider silk, as thin as a needle, as long as a thread and as dense as a sieve.
Grandpa Dongse sent away the cold of the earth, and Miss Chun came to the world with light steps. The scenery in spring is very beautiful, just like a vivid painting.
She woke up the grass, and the grass came out, a cluster here and a cluster there, a little green and a little yellow, just like a group of naughty boys, squeezing out their lovely heads.
She woke up the flowers, and all kinds of flowers were in bloom, including purple azaleas, red azaleas, yellow primroses, pink roses and unknown wildflowers. The fragrance of flowers also attracts many bees, butterflies and beautiful flowers. With these elves, it will be more lively.
She reminded the swallow to come to the Spring Festival. Swallows are covered with shiny black feathers, spread a pair of handsome and light wings, and fly sideways in the sky like scissors.
She woke up the young tree, and the young tree immediately pulled out new branches and grew green leaves, as if covered with green spring clothes.
Lao She described the sun in spring in Four Generations under One roof: The sun in the Spring Festival is not very warm, but a ray of clear light increases the heat in everyone's heart and body. The hard ice on the "sea" (referring to the North Sea in Beijing) is slightly pitted, wetting the loess at the foot and emitting some bright light. There is still some snow in the shady place, and many small pits are pressed out by the heating, like dimples. There are no leaves on the tree except pine and cypress, but the branches are much softer, swaying gently by the lake and rocks. The sky is very high and bright, and it is light blue, falling everywhere like a little Venus. This kind of light makes the bridge railings in Bai Yushi whiter, and the yellow-green glazed tiles and various colors on the building are deeper and more distinct, just like the colorful paintings just painted. The golden dome on the white tower shines with dazzling golden light, which seems to bring all the beauty in the "sea" to the sky.
Willow branches spread their yellow-green leaves, swaying gently in the slight spring breeze, just like groups of fairies in green clothes dancing. Peach trees sandwiched between willows also have bright flowers, green Liuhonghua, which is really beautiful!
Every spring, kapok as red as fire, peony as pink as chardonnay and Chinese rose as white as jade are in full bloom. Some are in bud, some are in bud, and some are in full bloom. Wave after wave of exciting flowers attracted many small bees, humming and dancing.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, (showing eager joy) the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is coming.
The buds on the branches of Chinese fir trees are already quite tender and reflect the sky. Do you think spring can be far behind?
When everything woke up, Miss Chun smiled with satisfaction.
In spring, animals also wake up from a deep sleep. The grass began to sprout, and the land was full of thriving scenes. At first glance, there is a green scene everywhere, just like a watercolor painting.
In the early spring, the cold of winter gradually began to withdraw, and the warm current of the sun melted the ice on the rock, leaving the first thick crystal drop, announcing the arrival of spring.
Spring breeze blows across the earth, and the earth turns green; Blowing through the tree, the leaves shook gently, as if dancing; Blowing through the river, the river is singing happily.
Self-created modern spring poems 10 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.
Modern poetry
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?
First, the small forest effect in cities.
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Second, 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.
Like a relative I met by chance.
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.
Third, this spring
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?
Rain passes through my chest.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
Self-created modern spring poems 1 1 "Spring Girl"
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 ... "
Self-created modern spring poems 12 The last feather gathering season
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Lick it gently and keep sailing.
The sails of the sea of four seasons
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love
Refuse to pray
Once romantic passion
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
In the tempering of clouds
have a bath
Haitian Chu
Control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings
Self-created modern spring poems 13 spring scenery is infinitely good overnight.
The purples danced all night.
I woke up with a sweet smile on my lips.
Do I long for spring?
Winter is still too long.
The wind in winter scares me, and I have nowhere to hide.
The winter wind is so cold, it erodes every inch of my skin, making me tightly wrap my collar, put on heavy clothes, and stumble like a heavy ostrich in Yuan Ye in winter.
Yuan Ye in Winter is a black and white sketch.
Which painter paints so insipid and silent that there is no sign of life?
Close your eyes as if I heard the birds and flowers in spring and the running water in the stream. The footsteps of spring are coming to me.
Open your eyes, a roll of Haruka's flower roll is slowly opening, stepping on the rhythm of spring, throwing away clothes and dancing lightly. I want to dance the rhythm of spring, I want to dance the wonderful life, and I am resurrected in the melody of spring.
I have a longing in my heart. Can spring be far behind? Can hope be far behind?