Self-creation in Spring and Sharing of Modern Poetry

You are among the white clouds, holding up the blue sky with your hands and emitting a ray of light. Flowers are smiling and standing like games one after another. Forsythia suspensa holds a golden trumpet in the sky, green leaves dance happily, and cheerful songs flow from its mouth. The following is a modern poem about spring. Welcome to reading.

A modern poem about spring 1 Liu Qing spinning in March

It's a jade belt spit out by Yan Yu.

Naughty apricot climbed up the red wall

A gust of wind blew through her hair.

Flowers and plants in spring are awakened by a ray of sunshine.

Those curious birds singing

Fall on the Millennium old locust tree

They dream that they will point the way.

Imagine something better.

In spring, songs are floating among the sheep.

Piccolo in a shepherd boy's hand

Nine to five.

Slipped away from Friday night again

Like white clouds floating in the sky

I was wondering if I could

I want to be a woman who paints.

Take soil as paper and flowers as pen.

Draw a beautiful ink painting.

Hanging in my dream land

In the sunset, those spring flowers and plants

Open it quietly.

Just the boy in white in my memory.

Modern Poems on Spring 2 Peach Red and Willow Green, Guo Yanchun Pavilion

The grass in the dream gradually wakes up.

The earth is fragrant and the stream is transparent.

The flowers all over the mountain are spoony.

You said that.

There is nothing that the spring breeze can't blow.

Why do I still have tears in my heart

You said that.

Where there is a village, there will be smoke curling up.

Why is my lover missing?

I am also a child in spring.

But you don't want to walk into my heart.

You missed the beauty of the past.

Please don't be deserted in the empty mountains after the rain.

Pastoral, barefoot ridge

I'll wait for you to come back and soothe your injuries.

Give me warm sunshine, give me purity.

Give me a big smile.

Duduna

The spring tide is connected with the sea level.

Look at the bright moon in my heart.

Duduna

Qian Fan, on the edge of the sunken ship, was exhausted.

Look at me, it's another spring in Lu 'an.

I am also a child in spring.

Full of energy, always eager for the light.

When it rains in the spring,

May your heart warm my tenderness.