Write your own modern poem about spring 1.
The last snow
Look out the window at the top of the tree.
Fog on the branches
Quietly dripping into the beauty of spring
Arch out the tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
Strong vitality
Calling for beautiful mountains and rivers with flowers and butterflies flying.
Aromatic moist soil
Take off your heavy winter coat.
Welcome every explorer to come.
A warm breeze
Like a clever swallow
With the message of spring.
Fly over mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, skyscrapers and island villages.
Delicate and bright sunshine
Disperse the world
Like a warm hand
Gently touch every inch of the earth's skin.
Girls in spring gather in the distance.
Take a leisurely stroll by the river.
Fresh and soft air
Wrapped in the fragrance that moistens the soil
The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze.
Free to plunge into the spring world.
Run to the hometown of spring.
sound of rain
Like a lyre.
Under the touch of the spring breeze
Ding Ding Dong Dong, elegant and floating.
The shadow of the tree, the forest of dreams.
Full of the fragrance of flower season
The freshness of rain is the sunshine of the soul.
Lead me into a colorful mystery
The giant hand of spring
Magic brush
Draw some colorful colors at will.
Set up a gorgeous gallery for the three mountains and five mountains
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Green in the north and green in the south.
The mountains and rivers in vilen have been dyed in spring.
A sacred temple
The string of a river
Set aside smooth movements
The drums of the mountains
Play a cheerful symphony
Swallows whisper brightly.
Magpie announced the overture.
Let the long-lost mood fly
Wave goodbye to the winter last night.
Put wings on the hibernating heart
Dating with spring
Rub your sleepy eyes.
Tap on the door
Close to warm current
With the fragrance of my heart.
open one's heart (to)
Jump in the warm sunshine
Set foot on a high hillside
Cross the gurgling stream
Lift one leg and tie a red ribbon.
Staring at the spore, it contains sweet foam.
Purple dreams, talkative eyes
Spiritual crossing
Indulge in this fragrant air!
Write your own modern poem about spring II. Spring is coming.
Rape flowers are golden one after another.
Peach blossoms are more and more delicate and charming.
The wind in my hometown is chattering again
On the way home, I went back and forth, bee.
Love songs all the way
Crazy, accompany me to the village entrance.
Knock on the antique old house
Rosewood door. My little white dog changed its normal state.
My teeth are clenched and I'm in a mess
The mother recognized her son's voice and stumbled with a smile.
The crutches in your hand are flying in the air.
"This little white dog has peach blossom crazy again ..."
Mom was talking and laughing.
Call me a warm nickname.
As if I were the real spring.
Write your own modern poem about spring 3. The footsteps of spring.
The footsteps of spring
gently
Walking gently towards you
Like a breeze in my heart.
In the pan
A year's wish
The footsteps of spring
It was the stream that took off its frozen coat.
I want to wake up.
Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river
Afraid again
The proverbs of spring thunder.
Humidity and breathing
sunlight
The footsteps of spring
It is the color that vilen longed for after the snow.
Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.
Chunfeng wants a banquet.
Tinkling green and fluttering purple
Afraid again
Offended the sleeping soil.
That little tenderness.
light yellow
The footsteps of spring
It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.
Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.
Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.
Wipe a face of sunset
Afraid again
Carrying warm days
look around
Write your own spring. Modern Poetry 4 The Sound of Spring
Winter is not far away.
That flying snow
That vague confusion
Haze is still shrouded in darkness.
However, you finally came.
Listen, in the distance, your footsteps have already sounded.
Smell it, your fresh breath of life is flying.
Your dreams shine on the new buds on the branches.
Snow melts into rain and fog dissipates and condenses.
For you, for your arrival, sprinkle welcome holy water.
You, the spirit of spring
As far as the spring flowers are not in full bloom.
Golden feathers dance like a breeze in the sun.
You are innocent.
Full of tenderness of water and clean snow.
A hint of coolness and warmth of sunshine is blowing.
You spin and float among the branches.
Weave the prospect of spring for the forest
Fly along your dream, and it will grow.
Brilliant images of green leaves, buds and spring flowers
The ice floes are melting and the river is gurgling.
What Ling Bo did was you and your singing skills.
The residual snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy shadow.
In the vast mountains, warmth rises.
All the birds sing and break through the cold.
The sonorous passion echoed and the sound of spring rippled.
Wave after wave of birds, whispering softly.
The tranquility and softness of early spring call for the dream of spring.
In just a few days, winter is cold and spring is warm.
The sun is shining and the blue sky becomes bluer.
Buds sprouting in winter and buds sticking out.
Listen, listen, spring is coming.
The flower spirit and the grass spirit.
We have set out from the virtual temple in the forest.
Run to the annual fairy-like event.
Colorful Spring Celebrations of Life