Modern poetry describing spring

Spring is the season when everything revives. The following is a modern poem describing spring that I compiled. I hope you will like it!

A modern poem about spring 1: Steps of Spring Author: Motorcycle Ranger

The footsteps of spring

gently

Walking gently towards you

Like a breeze in my heart.

In the pan

A year's wish

The footsteps of spring

It was the river that took off its frozen coat.

I want to wake up.

Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river

Afraid again

The proverbs of spring thunder.

Humidity and breathing

sunlight

The footsteps of spring

This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.

Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.

Chunfeng wants a banquet.

Tinkling green and fluttering purple

Afraid again

Offended the sleeping soil.

That little tenderness.

light yellow

The footsteps of spring

It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.

Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.

Boil the wandering heart to boiling heat.

Wipe a face of sunset

Afraid again

Carrying warm days

look around

Modern Poetry about Spring 2: Waiting for Spring Author: Zhang Pinglu

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Dating on the hillside in the suburbs in spring

Bees gather honey in flower buds.

The stream flows among the flowers.

The spring breeze is continuous-

A white pear tree

The sun melted in spring-

Red peach blossom

In the field

Wild rape flowers are in full bloom.

One by one, one by one.

Hold your head high in the spring breeze.

When Yingying waved,

It will show its charm.

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Accompanied by dazzling sunshine

The spring breeze is continuous-

Wenxingxi river

Dye green mountains and rivers

In the sky

Beautiful clouds.

Little by little.

Sow hope in the spring breeze

When the seeds germinate

It will become colorful.

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Humming a soft and carefree tune

The spring breeze is continuous-

The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.

The wind is blowing flowers.

And the corners of your mouth

Open a shallow smile

When my heart is attached

There are layers of ripples

Shallow through the heart

Embrace a piece of spring in my heart.