You left.
The grass is still sprouting.
These flowers are still blooming brilliantly.
Only me ......
My heart is desolate.
This spring,
I often stand at the window in a daze.
Send out strong inner expectations,
Looking forward to, looking forward to ......
Looking forward to the day when you can come back from afar.
Until the night darkens the sky,
I only know this expectation,
Never, never have an answer.
Spring without you,
Although there is too much helplessness, pain and sadness. ......
I will be strong,
Please believe me.
I will also live a sonorous life.
Spring without you,
In the strong wind, in the heavy rain.
I won't even cry,
Please believe me.
I will let your love go on. ......
20 18 spring modern poetry 2 comes one after another, the first peach blossom, white inside and red.
All the tender willows are yellow inside and green outside.
Green grass is drunk.
Hometown land
One by one, wandering butterflies are still intoxicated.
In the dream of spring
Patches of golden dandelions are in full bloom.
Green meta leaves.
The small mountain village is made up of falling petals.
It began to rain apricot flowers.
I remember at that time, my mother sowed seeds and my father plowed the fields.
A ridge, a dark land.
It's just a beautiful poem.
There are always several on the green hillside outside the village.
Wear flowered clothes
A girl is picking wild vegetables with a small basket.
Village head, clear river, always attracts.
Batch after batch.
The cat stayed all winter and the derailed duck came.
Several magpies that announced that spring had arrived stood on the top of the tree.
Build a new nest
The eaves of every household are full of spring.
The returning swallow
Lying on the windowsill, squinting in the sun
Xiaohua Mall, guess the yard.
The hidden secret in peony bud.
The spring in my hometown left me with childhood memories.
The most beautiful memory
Just like that grain, just sprouting seeds.
Branches and vines
It's all my deep affection for my hometown
I really want to eat the old elm tree in front of my house.
That string of sweet money.
I'd like to hear it, villagers.
In the spring breeze, blowing
Voice, clear and happy willow flute ...
20 18 spring modern poem 3 abandoned the silver dress and plain wrap that did not belong to me.
Now that I am,
More energetic.
Persistence in beauty,
Finally, I rediscovered my pursuit of the meaning of life.
There are red flowers and green trees telling:
Hongse flowers
Although I will refuse again soon,
Although I am afraid of the darkness and loneliness at night.
But I will still live bravely,
Seeing the persistence of wind and rain,
Ignore the impatient child gently ask:
"When will you wither,
Bear fruit? "
Because of death, for me,
It was a mistake,
No matter how weak I am when the wind blows,
I also want to give silently,
My light and heat.
When I got my life back,
I promised spring,
Let my life,
Walking is radiant.
greenhouse
At this moment,
I didn't choose to be silent,
In the romantic season,
There is a wind blowing,
The sound of rustling is like a song.
My new life,
Once in the poet's heart, the poet's courtyard,
The green sky is like a splash.
There are stars shining in the campus at night.
My endless branches and buds,
I once said confidently: "
The tranquility of the night,
It has been broken by my louder and louder voice. "
One legend is that ...
In the spring of campus, Shu Hua once let go of his throat to tell.
20 18 spring modern poetry 4 when beginning of spring's footsteps cut through the winter.
The last piece of ice, a seed buried deep in the ground.
When I am lonely, I am eager to try.
Become an inertia, all desires are
Looking through the autumn water, a wish will be in my heart.
When the weeping willows on the river bank turn from gray to yellow
Gradually the soft branches touched the ground.
Cool skin, brand-new season
It started, so
The earth will play the prelude of spring.
A warm spring breeze blows on my face.
The earth is completely new, and the geese return to the north.
Spread brand-new wings and bring misty rain to Jiangnan.
Read the opening speech of spring, birds and flowers.
Give a warm applause.
In this one after another, spread rich fragrance.
After a spring rain, I am lazy in winter.
With a little commotion, vilen is fresh.
Butterfly, with youthful passion, fell in love with the flowers.
Like boys and girls in love, chasing frolicking.
Bees, too, spread their wings and compete with each other
Needless to say, when the sun is shining.
Shepherds who spend their leisure time tend their sheep.
Dreaming to catch up with the sky, so the white clouds
With the gesture of dancing, floating in the air.
In the Spring Overture, a green note is embedded.
In the face of depression and noise, hope
Put it in a singing stream, from the entrance of spring.
Flow to the embrace of the sea and find your home.
And those who hibernate
Awaken in the bud of life
This season is suitable for sowing and sowing hope.
Suitable for promoting frozen life.
So, when people stop puffing,
Take a bath and rub your hands in spring.
Fulfill the promise that "a year's plan lies in spring"
Bloom life like a plum blossom.
20 18 Spring, 50,000 Ma Benteng's modern poems come from ancient dust.
Roar, in a peaceful home
Singing and dancing are the strength of thousands of China people in Qian Qian.
Can resist foreign aggression.
The sound of gongs and drums filled the air from all directions.
Wash away the hidden pain of the old world
Thousands of pairs of eyes looking forward to the light.
For example, long-term drought of rice seedlings.
Longing for a clear spring
A single spark is the South Lake Red Boat.
Ignite the belief of struggle
A groan of a nation's pain
Has been lower than the height of a grass.
Snow mountain grassland, let the phoenix nirvana.
Hammer and sickle are suffering.
Shine the light of Cheng Liang.
Creeping Adam's apple
Over Nanchang, this song will be sung.
Let the long-lost cry shine in the East.
After wind and rain, bathe in suffering
A deeply buried seed thrives into a towering tree.
Implant hope into the land of China
In eight years in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, fought bloody battles.
In the loess of Xibaipo, it grows into a backbone.
When all the jackals are driven out of the house
Fallen vagrants will return one after another.
When the dawn devours the darkness
A colored beam will pass through the backbone of history.
Pick up the memory of suffering and ride the wings of October.
Make a declaration at the Tiananmen rostrum
It resounds all over the world, and the descendants of the dragon.
Look at my land in China. Spring will stay forever.
20 18 modern poetry 6 spring with the arrival of snow, autumn has gone.
The plot of meeting is still reincarnation.
Layers of air-dried petals in my heart
In the dream, the fragrance is still floating.
A person, lost in ecstasy.
In the story
/
Sister, you came here gracefully tonight.
Gently pick up a handful of snowflakes,
My frozen snowflake tears fall into your palm.
Feel your heartbeat, your warmth
/
Sister, the back of every snowflake
Dormant in the green eyes of spring.
I am eager to see you again.
How can I stand in the snow all the time
Waiting silently for that moment, tears streaming down my face.
Your distant back
/
Pick a wind that crosses the world,
Falling into my fingertips, I sat on the bank of time.
Salvage this poem for everyone to read.
The water is flowing towards you.
/
Sister, do you hear the gurgling water?
The call of poetic rhyme
This is your winter dream in spring.
This is a poem with snow.
/
In the words of fingertip jumping,
Touch your smile
I am waiting for you in the green season.
Waiting for you to embrace the peach blossoms in the catkins.
Take your time.
20 18 spring modern poetry 7 without you
Where is my spring?
Bright and beautiful does not belong to cuckoo.
Roses don't look delicate.
//
Without you,
Where is my love?
I have amnesia today.
Warm is not tomorrow.
//
Life merges with you in spring.
Enthusiasm is holding hands with you at this moment.
Everything is so perfect.
Everything is so natural.
//
You use your true feelings
Set off my soft tide
You use the familiar simple
Tie my eternal bond
//
Sleeping on a dream
Intimate your little smile safely.
Memories infatuation
Your palms are full of revelry
//
How I want to see you forever.
How I want to be loyal to you forever.
Time flies, time flies
Did you agree to my call?
//
A clear heart holding hands.
Love is so unique.
A window and a moon are placed on a line of poetry.
Love is so sweet.
//
I entrust the rest of my life to you.
The fragrance whirled between sniffles.
I've been being stupid.
Love blooms in the mountain stream where two hearts love each other.
//
If you love, the distance is not far.
If you love, you will also cry through the bead curtain.
Smile in memory.
Look back and seize the time.
//
Thank you for meeting you in this life
Moonlight expresses the most beautiful language.
Thank you for having no regrets in this life.
Climb the mountain of love hand in hand
//
Wait until the spring breeze comes back next year.
Meidai in the distant mountains is still ashamed of you.
Wait until the mountain flowers reappear next year.
The poem of life is still for you.
20 18 There are 8 modern poems in spring and one poem.
Sing the melody in your heart
I bumped into your door on purpose.
See if you come back.
If you look back,
You fall into my eyes.
From now on, my music score will be written for you.
Compose yingfeicao long
Write sunset clouds and sunsets
In the four seasons of life
Expressing the heroic magnificence of the great wind song
Listen to the melodious song of the bluebird.
Accompany you
Every day and every night
/
Poetry is a scene in early spring.
White goose floating green water
Swallows return to their hometown
Like a vagrant.
Tears always flow to mother.
Like a peach blossom in bud.
Waiting for a bosom friend to repay you.
Just like my pen and ink.
The way you lean against the door.
/
Poetry is the sound of red beans sprouting.
Jiangnan, which has grown into acacia
Take care of the self-pity scenery
Dyed into a curved blue river.
In this way, you will come to the river to freshen up.
Let me ask you something. Thrushcross is out of date.
Please paint the mirror yellow.
Like a bird in love, affectionate.
/
Poetry is a song.
Poetry is a painting.
Poetry is red beans.
I put the poem in the painting.
I plant red beans in the painting.
From then on, your singing.
Will reverberate in my dreams.
/
Do you know
poetic sentiment
will
Accompanied by a vague drizzle
Accompanied by spring breeze
Sprouting and growing with acacia ...
20 18 spring of modern poetry 9 overlooking the rising sun.
Collect scattered wintersweet petals
Pray that every tree will sprout as scheduled.
A duck is swimming in the water.
Stumbling from Su Shi's masterpieces in the Song Dynasty
Try to paddle the thin ice on the water with a web.
The confused spring began to flow slowly from now on.
Idle scalpers with smoking throats have a soft spot for streams.
Stick your head in the middle of the stream and have a good drink.
A homing pigeon after a long journey shook off the dust polluted by the journey.
Dress up in front of a mirror-like stream
The wheat seedlings stretched out in the wind groaned and cried out for thirst.
The crack on the ridge, like the back of a turtle, buried the eyes and heart of a farmer.
Throw away the history of thread-bound books.
Sweep the coquettish arrogance from the skirt
Along the dry river bed, where birds live.
Searching hard in the season of dripping rain like oil
Romance is a short-lived classic.
The sound of running water in spring is the most beautiful and magnificent poem in nature.
20 18 10 when I came, you hadn't come yet.
When I left, you were gone.
When the swallows came back, they were on their way to other places.
Who is watching a love that consumes all?
My ears echoed with my mother's warning.
"You are a child of spring.
You should have an active mind. "
Mom, mom
I cried for the first time
Will it change the world quietly?