1. Modern poetry describing April
You are an April day on earth.
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's light, that's elegant, and you are,
You wear a crown of flowers,
In your naive and serious way
You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
You are as tender as a bud.
How subtle! Long live!
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope.
You are human. April day!
2. Modern poetry describing April
April dusk
At dusk in April.
The water is dragging groups of green melodies.
In the low gyre of the canyon
Wandering in the sky
If the soul is full of echoes
Why look for it?
Sing if you want, but please
Gently, gently, gently
April dusk
Like a lost memory.
Maybe there's an appointment
So far, there is no arrangement.
Maybe there's a relationship
But not mutually.
If you want to cry, cry, let the tears.
Flowing, flowing, silent.
3. Modern poetry describing April
April, April,
You come quietly,
Will leave quietly again.
Today is April 30th,
Is your last day,
Is the last day of your life,
This is the last day of your xx calendar.
You came here quietly,
Received in March and came here.
now
You're leaving,
Maybe if you leave,
No one will sympathize with you,
No one will come to keep you,
But thank you,
Appeared in 20xx.
Tomorrow,
That is to say, after a few hours,
May will replace you,
Wait until a month later,
Joan will replace you again,
June passed,
Summer vacation is coming,
We also had a holiday.
We also graduated,
Three years have passed.
Yes,
Three years is coming to an end.
In these three years,
The teachers lied to us a lot,
We also believe one lie after another.
now
What the teachers didn't lie to us is that.
Three years is very short.
4. Modern poetry describing April
April, close to poetry.
Flowers bloom and fall, and I try to get close.
There are many thorns. Must be exiled, in a lonely manner
Hire an old horse full of words and hunch his back to watch last night's drunkenness.
With the scorching sun of thought, know the way by memory.
If there is water and swamp,
I just need to open my mind toolbox and let my sleeping eyes
Guide and walk alone with the sonorous voice of the Bible.
Dreams are not wings, but persistence.
Until the head is swollen and the eyelids are swollen again.
Although the wind is still a little cold, it depends on water.
I stopped at your door and approached you.
Far and near. That's the distance that my dust can't reach.
5. Modern poetry describing April
On the morning of April, the sky is blue.
It's blue, blue and a little transparent.
Clouds wander in the air, dreaming and drifting away.
Looking forward to the wind blowing from the gap outside Shan Ye, embrace it.
In the early morning of April, there is no sunshine.
Flowers shy smile, stretch soft waist, charming and moving.
Wait for dew to fall from the sky and kiss them sweetly.
This moment is beautiful and sacred.
On the morning of April, there seems to be some infatuation.
The girl leaned against the windowsill and combed her long hair carefully.
Sweet smile, slightly overflowing from the wind.
The smell of missing pervades the surrounding air.
Filar silk soft, mixed feelings. ...
Honey, tell me.
What could be better than this April morning?
Some miss, some miss, silently. ...