Modern original poems describing spring rain

Spring is coming, and spring rain is coming. Do the children know what color the spring rain is? The following is a modern poem describing the spring rain that I compiled for you. Welcome to read and learn from them!

The original modern poem 1 describes the spring rain as an industrious alarm clock.

Tick tock,

Blowing to the earth,

Wake up the sleeping bamboo shoots.

Spring rain is like a piece of transparent gauze,

Floating, floating,

Floating under the flowers,

Smile red peach blossom face.

Spring rain is like brown seeds,

Wheel wheel wheel wheel,

Roll to the grassland,

Colorful flowers have sprouted.

Spring rain is like a continuous silk thread,

Vujacic, vujacic,

Fell into the ground,

Wet thirsty crops.

Spring rain is like a pearl with a broken line.

One by one, one by one,

Fly to the lotus leaf,

Sent a unique dewdrop dance.

Spring rain is like a magical magician.

Change, change,

Become a leaping and singing stream,

The earth is covered with a green coat.

Chunyu is more like a naughty girl.

Di Li Li, Di Li Li,

Singing is coming,

Also brought children's songs and dances!

Primitive modern poetry describes spring rain II. You are a tear shed by nature.

With love for spring

Sprinkle it on the land of vast expanse

Therefore, the earth is no longer boundless.

Put on a green coat

You are very warm.

The desire to awaken life

Moisten the laziness in winter

As a result, people are diligent and early spring.

Looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, you have a vision.

Overlooking colorful, there is joy.

Your graceful dance.

Like fog, enter the dream of hibernation.

Divert the turmoil of youth

You spread your hope in the street.

Mountains, rivers and streams

You are the tears of spring excitement.

Romantic people have no choice.

Yan Zi congratulates you.

Baihua expressed her rich gratitude.

Even a leisurely fish.

It has also become a freehand brushwork in spring.

When prosperity brings warm noise.

I will wipe the tears from your face.

Let throb and joy walk into the torrential rain.

Then, let the desire be excited for the harvest season.

The original modern poem describes the spring rain without folding umbrellas.

Afraid of blocking my view

No access rights were found.

The intersection of your dreams

Fuzzy

I listened to your poetry recitation.

It was raining in Mao Mao.

The sound of flowers

Drunk dream

You use gorgeous and mysterious colors

Painting the beauty in my dream.

elf-struck

Ding-dong, ding-dong rain

You're a guitar player.

Humming the song of spring gently.

Walked into me.

Rainbow of dreams

The original modern poetry describes the spring rain 4 spring rain.

I knew you'd come.

I didn't expect you to come so suddenly.

Let people be caught off guard

You are at night.

Come in a hurry with a strong wind.

Like a storm

crack

Knocking on the sleeping window lattice for a long time

It seems to say

What should come will come sooner or later.

It's better to face it than to escape.

Continuous spring rain

Like a thin and powerful whip.

Whip after whip

A barren heart

Let hope

Bit by bit in the rain.

Oh, spring rain

Get down, get down, get bigger

I want to open my heart.

Hug you

I can't wait.

Because my eyes tell me

Where did you fall?

Where will the new green grow?

The original modern poetry describes the spring rain. 5 Rain always loves the gray sky at night.

Tears in the sky

Baptize the world

Wake up all the way

Flowers and grass about to hibernate

And the coast

The call of the sea to the coast

It is raining at night in the sky.

It began to rain in the sky outside the window.

Refuse to slip on the yellow leaves

Out of the fuzzy window

There are several people.

Walking on a rainy night

Hold an umbrella together, next to each other

The dim light stretched their backs.

The rain wet my mind.

This long Mao Mao rain.

Like my lingering thoughts.

How I wish the rain could take away my thoughts of you.

A meteor in the distance

Please bring my wishes to the rain.

The rainy night moistened my eyes.

And threw a poem at me.

loner

My heart is in the rain