Modern seasonal poems

Modern seasonal poems: the feeling of water drops, summer, a season full of stories, a season of dreams, a season of autumn and a season of spring flowers.

1, the feeling of water droplets

The night is as cool as water, and the stars are like poetry.

Moonlight is a gentle moon god, smiling in the pond.

The wind jumped among the leaves and slipped away from my fingertips.

Like that summer that slipped away.

A season with rainbow light, rainbow light is like soap bubbles.

That summer may be a book, with smiles, silence and footprints all around.

2. Summer is a season full of stories.

The wind and rain in summer come and go in a hurry, and the blue sky after the rain is like washing.

The wind is long and the clouds are long.

Summer is a colorful season.

Summer home, fertile fields, lush everywhere.

Looking at the mountains and plains, it is colorful and fragrant.

Summer, a season with a bumper harvest in sight.

The scorching summer sun is like fire, inspiring people.

3. The season of dreams

In the rainy season, dreams are wet, and the heavy ones are not just worries. Put all your bags away.

I want to go far away and see what the world is like.

The wind hid, and the dream was a little sad.

Heaven and earth are still far away, looking forward to the sun, giving dreams and a ray of sunlight.

4. Autumn

Autumn is a season full of joy.

In the fields, crops are bent, in the warm autumn sunshine.

Sending out the fragrance of the field, filled with the smell of autumn harvest.

Autumn is a touching season.

The old farmer has worked hard, and the crops are enjoying people's praise in the vast fields.

5. Spring Season

Winter jasmine is in full bloom and is loved by everyone.

Spring has come, and the flowers of spring are like the wings of an angel, falling on the ancient positive definite.

Hundreds of birds sang yellow petals and knocked on the door in surprise.

The door of spring brings warm thoughts to Baiyun Street.

Long-lost greetings have brought happiness and warmth to the new district.

My mood is like chrysanthemum in full bloom in autumn, the last fragrance.

Looking ahead, the road ahead is getting wider and wider.