Modern Poems of Chunyu

Lead: Spring rain is like cow hair, like a flower needle, like the soft hair of a spring girl? The following is a modern poem about spring rain on 20 17. Welcome to enjoy.

Chapter 1: 20 17 Dark clouds about the spring rain are surging in modern poetry.

The wind is rustling,

The rain rustled on the spring clothes.

Green water is a gentle turbulence,

Castle Peak is getting greener,

I was caught in the rain in the wind.

Trees sway in a hurry,

The grass nodded slightly,

The flowers are fragrant,

Everything is enjoying the spring rain.

Article 2; 20 17 modern poetry about cold spring rain

It's been raining.

Pedestrians on the road are shrinking tightly.

Spring rain is like noodles (in Minnan dialect, noodles are dried noodles)

Very thin

Repeatedly

Cecil (male name)

Chunyu is the girl of my dreams.

Love her

She's cold.

Dare not tell her.

Slowly in my heart

Xiaxia

But I can't let go.

spring rain

My mushrooms are cold.

cold

Sometimes it feels warm.

Almost there. Let's go

spring rain

my ...

Have nothing to say

Warm to summer

Have you ever felt it?

Chapter 3: 20 17 modern poems about spring rain

Fine and dense

Intensive and meticulous

Delicate and soft

It moistens everything silently and gently.

happen

Flowers bloom.

Grass spits green.

Branches of small trees

The bud of spring

Rain is a painter.

peach pollen

Leaves dyed green

Lihua painting

Apricot flowers are red.

Yellow cauliflower

Blue sky washing

Cloud bleaching

Beautiful photos of spring

Rain is a musician.

Sometimes in a hurry

Sometimes sasha vujacic.

Fall on the eaves

Hit the tree crown

Constant sound, etc.

Interleaving

Music in spring

Chapter 4: 20 17 modern poetry about the spring rain ticking.

Raindrops fall from the sky.

Fall down among the flowers

Fall on the roof

Fall into dry land

Fall into a rough river

rain

Here it comes.

Cat-legged

No greeting.

Come suddenly

Sometimes during the day

Sometimes at night.

With a breeze all the way

roam about the world

When everything in the world is nourished

It will leave quietly.

Its voice

With its mission

complete obiteration