Classical modern poetry in spring

Spring is a season symbolizing hope and beauty. Perhaps everyone hopes that their life will always be spring, with bright and prosperous spring, but winter always comes when you don't expect it. The following is a classic modern poem about spring that I compiled. Let's walk into the beautiful spring in the poem together.

A classic modern poem about spring 1: I've been listening for a long time.

this evening

The moonlight has the sound of melting ice.

Spring is coming.

Spring is coming.

The hard shell was quietly hollowed out.

Please believe, please believe.

That fragile seed

Appreciate:

This is a modern poem with only 48 words, but it fully tells the poet's spiritual language. "Days hang for a long time", the poet expressed the bitter mood of the contrast between ideal and reality in obscure language, and the days were decadent and fluttering. However, the blood flowing in the poet's veins depends on "the sound of melting ice/moonlight tonight", and then two consecutive sentences of "spring has arrived" to show that the poet is unwilling to go with the flow. "The hard shell was quietly hollowed out/please believe/that fragile seed." Although the ideal is much more fragile than the cruel reality, after all, spring has come.

The classic modern poem about spring 2: Spring is suddenly released, and sometimes it contradicts its own stubbornness.

It is also hateful, and it is also hateful to be too ignorant.

Spring has come, but I don't know how to walk in the suburbs.

It's stuffy all winter

I don't know how much weight I gained.

The excess fat in this winter should be returned to spring.

Spring has come, and those haze have not dispersed.

Fat growing in winter

Add a little greed.

I hate these. I'd rather

Keep your body close to the bright spring.

Let the extra part of winter disappear as soon as possible.

Take advantage of the spring breeze and sunshine

Stretch one's tight arms

Take more formal steps.

Put greed, selfishness, narrowness ...

And all the gloom of the spring breeze.

Don't write the poem too well.

Don't lead such a heavy life.

So as not to delay the flowering period of the Spring Festival.

So as not to delay the blooming of buds and green leaves.

Let the true colors of spring be restored to the hair tips.

Take root in loess and grow with a plant.

And loess, when I get close to loess.

Because it is more precious than gold.

Believe it. Loess is loess.

Nothing grows in gold.

Can't wake up spring.

That kind of gold is too monotonous and cold.

Mature or degenerate?

Autumn is boring.

The cycle of everything is more overlapping.

Will eventually return to loess.

It will start in spring.