Modern poems about spring

1. Modern Poetry about Spring Modern Poetry:

Looking for spring,

Came to the river,

There are tiny waves,

Play with small fish.

Looking for spring,

Come to the mountain,

This is another piece of pink and willow green,

Enjoy with the wind,

Looking for spring,

Come to the suburbs,

Another tree is budding,

Whispering with the dirt.

Looking for spring,

Looking for unchanging youth,

Looking for the years you and I have,

Share the beauty and warmth of spring together!

2. A modern poem about spring 1, "Spring Girl" Ai Chunqing is here-do you know how she came? I know! I know! She comes from the south and came here a few days ago. The swallow told me the good news.

Have any of you seen her? What does she look like? I know! I know! She is a little girl, prettier than me, with watery eyes and long braids! She was barefoot and her trouser legs were arm in arm on her knees. On her arm, hung a striking wicker basket. She crossed the river and walked slowly on the beach. She lowered her head and sang softly. It sounds as if the river is flowing ... anyone will be happy to see her. Anyone who hears her sing will be happy.

In her big willow basket, there are many things-safflower, green grass and golden seeds. She hung flowers on the tree and spread the grass on the ground. Sowing in the field makes them grow green seedlings. She walked on the ridge, cows looked up, calves jumped, lambs bleated ... When she came to the village, every household was very happy, and orchards opened their doors to welcome her. Those pools are polished; When Miss Chun walked by, she looked in the mirror.

All kinds of birds sing all kinds of songs, and each bird says, "My heart is really happy!" " "All kinds of birds are singing all kinds of songs, and each bird says," My heart is really happy! ""Only those ducks can't fly or sing. They just stood, flapping their wings and laughing ... They said, "Miss Chun, we have been waiting for you for a long time! I hope you came! We can't sing, hahaha ... "2." The Woods in the city "turned green. The humble life of ants and flying insects in my grove came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating, which shocked my youth and soul. Walking towards me leisurely, there are happy tears on my face. 3. "Pushing Open the Door of Spring" I heard birds singing in the city. A few spring birds are afraid to enter the city, but they are cheering outside the school. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which gives me a sense of closeness. They are my friends. They are like relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. I pushed open the door of spring in the contention of birds. 4. "This Spring" This spring, my heart is very chaotic. Sometimes I think of some tombstones, and sometimes I think of my childhood. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring poetry has been full of spring poetry. My poems are spring leaves and crowns. What else can I do this spring? Who can I embrace spring and time with? "Rain through my chest" is a voice dripping from a high place, like a shawl of Rapunzel. The black waterfall gripped the time tightly, so I became a dizzy elf in the endless rain curtain. I don't know who the real irresistible desire is. Rain is flying in the air and slowly floating in the sky. The accumulated strength crept into my broad chest from the simple clouds, so the waves in my chest stirred up. Ripples beat the emotional shore reef, and the waves of breathing and a drop of rain moisten each other, so a drop of rain goes deep into my heart to mix with my thoughts, and then washes everything through the narrow space in my heart, and a ray of sunshine takes the opportunity to cross the deep road of time and reach my sunny sky.

3.50 ancient poems describing spring (1). Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty knew when it would rain and when it would rain.

Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy. 2, Qiantang Lake Spring Tour Tang Dynasty Baijuyi Gushan Temple north Jiating West, the water level is low.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. 3. In spring, Song and Zhu won the day of looking for Xiangbin, and the boundless scene was refreshed for a while.

Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere. 4. It berths at Yishui, Guazhou, Wang Song Anshi Jingkou, Guazhou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.

The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? He dressed up as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

6, Tianjingsha Spring Garden Baipuchun Mountain is warm and windy, the pavilion curtain is dry, and the willow shakes the courtyard. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.

7. Fang Ping in Liu Tang, jathyapple, is half-mooned, and Beidou languishes in the south. Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

8. "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" Zhang Chunchao was in the Tang Dynasty, and the bright moon on the sea was born. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel. Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.

There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.

Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.

At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.

Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned. In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.

9. Birds sang in the Tang Dynasty, and Wang Wei was idle, and the night was quiet and the mountains were empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

10, Chun Xue Tang Hanyu had no youth in the New Year, but he was pleasantly surprised to see the grass buds in early February. Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.

1 1, Du Mu in Chuntang, Jiangnan, Qinghong in Ti Ying, Li Qian, and Jiuqi Feng in Guo Shan, Shuicun. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

12, The Peach Blossom Bamboo of the Riverside Night Stone, The Duck Prophet of Riverside Plumbing. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.

13, the storm on March 7th Song sushi was rained on the road on March 7th. The rain gear comes first, and the peers are in chaos. I didn't know it at first, but when I found out, I pretended to use this word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

14, the village is green and tall with grass, long warblers fly in February, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.

15, the garden is not worth it. Ye Song Shao Weng should pity the dog's teeth and print moss, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

16, in the early spring, Han Tian Yu Street outside the Ministry of Water Resources was drizzling like crisp, and the grass color was far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

17, quatrain Tang Du Fu Two orioles sing green willows, and a line of egrets go up to the sky. My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

18, recalling three poems in Jiangnan, Tang Bai Juyi is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery has been familiar; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan? Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion.

When will you come again? Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts; Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later! 19, Yu Meiren wind returned to the yard, Li Yufeng of the Five Dynasties returned to the yard, and Liu Yanchun continued.

With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.

The candle is bright and fragrant, the painting hall is deep, and the temples are covered with green frost and snow. 20. Shu Yanzi came to the news agency after the Spring Festival in pear flower falls.

At three or four o'clock on the pond, there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. The days are long and the ice floes are light.

Smile at the female companions in the East and please them in Sandao. The suspect had a good dream last night, but Yuan won today.

Laughter comes from two faces. 2 1, the new Leiqing Zhang Weiping's creation is silent but affectionate, and she feels spring every time she is cold.

Colorful arrangements, just waiting for the first sound of the new thunder. 22. Looking at Jiangnan's detachment, Song Sushi is not old, and the wind is fine and oblique.

Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.

After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the old friend, try new tea with new fire.

Poetry and wine use time. 23. At the beginning of the spring rain in Lin 'an, the taste of Song Luyou was as thin as gauze for many years. Who made the riders in Beijing?

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.

Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak. 24. In the late spring of the Tang Dynasty, Han Yu's grass tree knew that spring would come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple flowers were vying for Fang Fei.

Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. 25. In the early spring of Nanhu Lake, Bai Juyi's wind returned to the clouds to break the Chu rain, and the lake was warm and saw the light again.

Wild apricots everywhere, broken red spots; The floating water on the lake looks like a neat lawn at first sight. The rain on Bai Yan dried up, his wings became heavy and he had to fly low; The oriole's tongue is quite stiff.

It's not that the spring in Jiangnan is not good, but that I'm one year old, and my mood has also decreased. 26, butterfly love flowers, warm rain and sunny wind first break the ice Song Qingzhao warm rain and sunny wind first break the ice, Yan, has a sense of spring.

Who and * * *? Tears melt powder, and the buds are heavy. At first glance, I tried to sew the shirt with gold thread. The pillow was oblique, which broke the hairpin and the phoenix.

There is no good dream when you are alone in grief, but you still have to cut your snuff in the middle of the night. 27. On the spring night of the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi's golden stove was full of fragrance, the breeze was cut and the wind was cold.

Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing. 28. You grass in the north is like jade, and I am a mulberry twig.

When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?

29, in my heart forever Tang Wang Changling boudoir young woman don't know sorrow, coagulation makeup in the emerald green building spring scenery. Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.

30. Occasionally, in spring, Song Chenghao's clouds are light and the wind is light. In the afternoon, there are willows beside the flowers. At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal.

3 1, Wang Sun swims south.

4. Modern poems describing spring praise spring.

In that cold winter

Spring has been bred.

Look at the red plum proudly snowing in the wind.

Spring is written on every petal.

People are everywhere in spring.

Joy, yearning and hope

When the river thaws,

Snow melting

Everything came back to life.

The earth is a green season.

We really entered the spring.

ah ...

The songs in spring are so sweet.

The flowers in spring are so delicate.

The smiling face in spring is so charming.

The air in spring is so fresh.

This tree is too green.

This mountain is very high.

The water is so blue.

The sun is shining in Kyushu.

Dongfeng Man Chun.

I want to fly in the wind.

Walk into this beautiful spring

Spring is full of vitality.

Bring infinite beauty and strength to people

Bring new hope to the world

You use that hot hand

Healed your mental wounds.

You use that fiery heart

The wildness that warms the earth

Your smile

Dispel melancholy and sadness

You give love selflessly.

Dedicated to the world.

year after year

Billions of years of vicissitudes

5. Nie Luda's Your Smile, a modern poem describing spring.

You can take my bread if you like.

You can come and breathe my air, but

Don't take off your smile.

Don't touch this rose,

This is your fountain,

Fall from your joy

It will explode immediately,

Your happiness will come out.

Sudden silver foam.

How hard the struggle I'm engaged in is,

Every time I look back with tired eyes

Often see

The world has not turned upside down,

However, at the sight of your smile.

Ran Ran flew to me,

The door to everything in life

It opened for me at once.

My love,

In the darkest moment.

Will stand out from your smile,

If you suddenly see

My blood splashed on the stones in the street,

Laugh, because of your smile,

I have it.

It will become a sharp treasure knife.

By the sea in autumn,

Your smile

Set off a splashing waterfall,

Spring, the season of love,

I need your smile more.

It looks forward to my flowers,

Blue, rose

Are all in the motherland that I echo.

Smile, it challenges the night,

Challenge the day and the moon,

De-coil island

Street challenge,

Dedicated to those who love you.

Stupid young people challenge,

Whether it's on or off.

My eyes,

When I take a step

Whether forward or backward,

You can't give me bread or air.

Light and spring,

However, you must give me a smile.

Otherwise, I can only go to bed at once.

Spring dream/

I like ...

Put your dreams in spring

It's called spring dream.

I tried to dream about you.

But always in vain.

I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.

I heard that this will make your dream come true.

In this dreamy spring.

What I toss and turn is

South of Guzhen

6. A modern poem about spring Zhu Ziqing's "drizzle"-a modern poem drizzle in the east wind, passing my face, the drizzle of the stars is the fluff of spring.

Spring issue, huh? Who awakened the grass? It turns out that Miss Chun is scratching the grass! Who is playing with fish? It turns out that Miss Chun is playing with the fish. Whenever spring comes, spring girls will play with us and grow together ... whenever spring comes, it is our happiest moment.

Miss Chun, can you stay? Spend a golden childhood with us! In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning.

Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it.

"A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. "

This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem is about spring scenery after rain.

You see, the courtyard after the rain, the thin cage of morning fog, the crystal blue tiles, the beautiful spring; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven.

The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular. "There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest.

Suddenly there are good poems, and the arrangement syntax is hard to find. "This is the Song Dynasty poet Chen's Spring Day.

This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive.

With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism. Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination.

"Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree. Dogs know where to bark. People walk halfway up the mountain. "

This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening.

Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late. This poem is naturally appropriate and ingenious. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily.

"Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers. The window contains a far color, and the fish hold the incense hook near the rocky mountain. "

This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest.

Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read.

"Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is not cold. "

This is a quatrain written by Zhi Nan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a quatrain describing a spring outing.

The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery. Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge.

Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China. The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages.

This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature. "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind. "This is the Qing Dynasty poet Gao Ding's" Village Residence ".

The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic.

This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection.

"Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain flattens on the shallow beach. Goose and duck don't know where spring is going, and compete with water for peach blossoms. "

This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This is a poem about cherishing spring.

The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated. The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Spring is gone, but geese and ducks don't know it. They are happy to chase and carefree, but people are different. Although the fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's love for spring cannot be expressed in words. Spring and spring call people green with her warm spring breeze.

The grass grows long and the warblers fly, drawing a rich and colorful stroke for the beautiful Weifang and adding vitality to the spring. Children fly kites and fly a heart full of hope. They planted a seed on the land and looked forward to it. Finally, the seeds germinate and bloom beautifully. This is the most beautiful flower in spring. That's the flower of hope. That's flower of life. Look, this is the beautiful spring. Let's sow a seed now and let it blossom and bear fruit with hope. Let's bloom the most beautiful flower of hope in this spring.

7. Modern poems describing spring, modern rhyme poems and campus works, please refer to them.

Enjoy the scenery of spring.

March is sunny and a little cold.

When the swallow flies, the wind turns around, but it doesn't indicate the direction.

The kite flies, hiding the desire to bathe in the blue sky before it breaks.

The green water is rippling, trying to restore the natural appearance of the past.

The grass is green and far-fetched.

Early spring is irresistible like a girl, which opens the spring scenery in Jiangnan.

Liu Qingwu, what a handsome leader.

Wan Fang spat, who can match the fragrance of magnolia?

Lonely, Xiaoshi just wants to listen to the sound of running water under the broken bridge.

The vision set sail, and the oriole stood upright. Do you want to sing softly?

Zi Gui's tears of blood shocked the audience.

Speak loudly, friends cherish time, please don't do this.

Boating on the lake, anglers wait for the fish to bite.

The landscape in the painting, the sketch artist tried to collect the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan together.

I'm in a hurry. I'll get used to enjoying it in the pictures after I miss the time.

Pairs of people, the promenade on the dam is lonely and long.

Every spring, the original throbbing heart is no longer crazy.

I hope you are well, think about the beauty under the beautiful scenery, and return again and again.

8. Modern poems about spring, Forget Spring, the wind in the empty courtyard in the spring night, singing in the dream and listening in the dream. Some people have gone far, and some people have returned to their hometown. If there is moonlight on my pillow, I won't sleep tonight, because I still have her beautiful image dancing in my heart. Every time I look up at the blue sky, the clouds will float to where they once fell. Every time I hug the night star, I want to shed a few tears in the lamp, but I am afraid that the tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak and leave the warm and soft bed, but I don't know who spring is waiting for. You are thinking about love in spring, frost in autumn and everything is sweet under the bright window. Beautiful flowers, I once cried and laughed secretly on the way to wake up from my dream, and slowly forgot my heart in the face of the missed candlelight or lonely hope in spring. First of all, the small forest in the city turned green, and the humble lives of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards. Baa baa, a black goat that shocked my youth and soul, came to me with tears of happiness. Pushing open the door of spring, I hear birds chirping in the city. A few spring birds are afraid to enter the city, but they are cheering outside the school gate. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close. They are my friends, as if they were relatives I happened to meet. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring. This spring, this spring, my heart is in a mess. I think of some tombstones for a while and my childhood for a while. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring poetry has been full of spring poetry. My poems are spring leaves and crowns. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? "Looking at a Snow in Spring" boarded the train bound for spring with the sharp sword of the season, ruthlessly scraped away the restless buds, and let the cracked hands in winter stretch out to hold the banner of hunting and chasing spring. A snow in a day is precious as long as it sets foot on the equator in spring. The dialogue between spring and snow flows freely in six directions. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but a sudden cold spring. Grab everyone's love and look up. The contact between heaven and earth is intense, purely along the slope of the season. The last snow outside the window and the treetops bowed their heads and sighed. The sprayed fog drops into a yearning for spring, a bud quietly arching the frozen soil knocks on the door of the earth, and the free-walking sparrow squeaks and disappears into the cracked trunk to enjoy love. The light kite in the suburbs sailed lyrically to the territory of spring, and the road was still muddy. Occasionally, pedestrians stand up their collars to keep the cold out, but the door in spring is sunny. Who hunts for spring feathers? The last gathered feather, after experiencing the abundant vitality, hid and sank. In the dark spring, under the wings of the day, a feather serenades gracefully in the wind and gently beats the sails sailing in the sea of four seasons. Who fell out of favor under the eaves of love after harvesting love? Looking back on the romantic passion, vilen swam quietly with a tear in the steaming space of spring clouds. Seeing the dying light bathed in the grinding of clouds, and the beautiful feathers being driven away by the sea and sky, they could not surpass the endless journey of the smoke lock, and he was speechless.

9. A modern poem describing spring: Spring flowers are like summer grass, which blooms in three seasons. You are still like the old breeze, drizzling, moistening things and fine eyebrows, insomnia for three nights. My beauty seems to have declined, and I am not pure or charming. I feel drunk and sleepless for you. Sanqiu recalled a better fragrance than cologne, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. I have an appointment with Spring. Peach blossoms are like fragrant grass that spits new flowers and turns into three seasons. You are still there. Like the old breeze and drizzle, my eyes are flowing and I have insomnia for three nights. My beauty seems to be fading, impure and unattractive, and I feel drunk for three seconds. I'm coming for you. I have no time to sleep with you. It's not only Sanqiu who recalls a better fragrance than cologne, but I'm also glad that Sansheng will have a date with you forever. The story of spring was caught in the thick fog alone, and the memories soaked by the sound of birds came from the bushes. Hao Han bird with winter tears in its mouth, swallows peck up the spring mud of apricot flowers and build their own fences. It is also for the short spring that it is inevitable to leave the flowering loyalty rule. The beauty of blood condenses into the seeds of double love, hidden in the grave of happiness. What's that, is it far ... What's that, is it far ... Is it the autumn wind chasing the fallen leaves, the spring rain washing the green branches, the snow flowing through the window, and the poplar passing through the low footsteps? What's that, is it far away ... is it spray, surging tide, roar of tiger and leopard, or lightning and thunder? What is that, far away ... is it a neat ensemble of frogs, a monotonous short song of bees, the noise of the city flapping its wings, or the tide of life? What is that, is it far away ... is it the shaking of eardrums, the roaring of waterfalls and the surprise of sparrows? Is the morning a sad farewell to dusk in western Western jackdaw? What is that, far away ... is life beating mechanically, is the anvil sparking, is coal laughing in the fire, or is zinc and copper melting? What is that? Is it far ... What is that? Far away, I can't hear clearly in my dream ... In spring, the wind in Han Tongfang is green, the wind and rain are green, and the rain is green. When she woke up, she jumped into our arms. Before clearing her throat, she scattered fragile songs all over the floor. The fruit tree that just woke up exploded into a dazzling spring before it grew leaves. The busiest swallow. As she whispered, she carefully cut the new spring clothes with shiny scissors. Although spring sometimes makes you feel a little cold, impatient spring brings out a gloomy memory of a depressed winter after all ... Spring girl Ai Chun Qing has come-who knows how she came? I know! I know! She comes from the south and came here a few days ago. The swallow told me the good news.

I couldn't help jumping for joy when I saw the first daisy in full bloom. Xiaohua, do you still recognize me? Look how big I've grown! Come to the branch that fell last year and wait for it to spit out new green shoots; Then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing, and take it away. I am tired, lying in the field, with bright sunshine on my head. Who scratched my cheek? Cui Mo Qing, a spring ballad, floats on the branches and shines among the flowers. Spring sings in the wings of swallows and dances in the whistle of pigeons. Spring turns the western hills green. Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter. Spring brings boiling sounds to the fields. Spring gives the ancient city beautiful and charming spring thunder. Spring drums run and cry. Songs are broadcast in spring rain. Spring tides are like rough waves. A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people red. A bird of hope quietly nests in the hearts of Beijingers. Poems written for spring. The echo of Sun Guangli's firecrackers fell to the ground one after another.