Poetry about spring is not ancient poetry, but poetry.

Poems about spring:

1, the spring rain is ticking,

It is raining!

The seed said:

"Come down, come down, I want to be cute."

Pear tree said:

"Come down, come down, I want to blossom."

Mai Miao said:

"Go down, go down, I'm going to grow up."

The child said:

"Come down, come down, I want to grow melons."

Tick tock,

It's raining lightly!

Step 2 embrace spring

When the sun is shining,

Flowers smile,

Black eyes in winter,

Become bright.

Birds sing,

The breeze is charming,

Full of energy,

Create a life event.

Even if it rains,

It is also the accumulation of spring,

Crystal raindrops,

Make everything noble.

Spring! Everything is the most beautiful,

This dynamic event,

Everything is immersed in it,

Intoxicating.

3. Spring Day

I guess

On a spring afternoon

Maybe there are many things.

Will be bored

Leaning against the windowsill

Look at the clouds in the distant sky.

It's crowded downstairs

Walk in a hurry

They all look serious.

Witness others

act alone

On one side, the sky is clear.

Lyrical pigeons have beautiful feathers.

Take a pigeon whistle

Sneak in unscrupulously

Between the kite and the breeze

Cast under the awning

A powerful shadow

move

Only irregular strokes are selected.

All traces of thinking

stand someone up

Open your feathers and catch it.

Fiona Fang bridge

Wait for a pile

Preferably a bunch.

Returning to the sun

check again

Then hug them heartily.

4. Spring

Spring has finally arrived.

Flowers, trees and animals are awake.

Everything is full of vitality.

The birds flew back from the south.

Busy squirrels are no longer busy storing pine cones.

The clumsy bear stopped sleeping soundly

Birds sing without sleeping.

The little monkey jumped from tree to tree.

Baby bear began to look in every hive.

The river has thawed.

The trees began to sprout.

The figure of the farmer is busy sowing seeds.

Spring is warmer than summer.

Spring is greener than autumn.

Spring is more affectionate than winter.

Why don't I love spring?