First, "spring"
Spring, with her warm spring breeze, calls for the arrival of green to people.
The grass grows long and the warblers fly, which draws a rich and colorful stroke to the beautiful Weifang and adds vitality to the spring.
Children fly kites and fly a heart full of hope. They sow seeds on the land.
Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, finally, the seeds germinated and opened beautiful flowers.
The most beautiful flower in spring is the flower of hope, and that is flower of life.
Look, this is beautiful spring, this is colorful spring, let's plant a seed now.
Let it blossom a flower of hope, the most beautiful flower in this spring, and also your own flower of hope!
Second, "Push open the door of spring"
I hear birds chirping.
In the suburbs, there are several primroses.
They dare not go into the city, so they can only cheer outside the school.
They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close.
They are my friends, and they seem to be my relatives.
They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their companions.
In the suburbs, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, "Who hunted the feathers of spring?"
The last season to collect feathers
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Gently licking the sails sailing in the sea of the four seasons.
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Once again, under the eaves of love, I fell out of favor and turned my back on my prayers.
Once romantic passion
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
In the tempering of clouds
have a bath
Haitian Chu
Control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings
Fourth, "spring"
Spring is coming slowly.
Calm and gentle
These flowers open in the form of petals.
Brilliant red cheeks are still smiling.
The grass is covered.
Green dress
one by one
gradually
It is the green wave on the vilen.
Wandering on the path in spring.
With the endless tenderness of spring
Endless secret language
Trembling with huifeng.
the hearts connect with string
An ancient ballad
It attracted the laughter of the children. ...
The pace of early spring remains.
It is a bud on a branch.
It is a bud in the flower bed.
It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.
Thin mud hits people's soles.
Birds are singing spring poems.
A light blue breeze flows through your fingers.
Soft rain falls from my head. ...
A spring rain
Dance lightly and gracefully
spring rain
soft
transparent
Harmonious
The sky uses this needle-like thing
Weave into transparent cloth
Spring is coming slowly.
Calm and gentle
These flowers open in the form of petals.
Brilliant red cheeks hung with a continuous smile.
5. "Looking at a snow in spring"
Catch the spring train.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between spring and snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Sixth, "Song of Spring"
Spring floats among the branches.
Spring shines among the flowers.
Spring sings in the wings of swallows.
Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.
Spring gives the western hills a green wave.
Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.
Spring brings vitality to the fields.
The ancient city in spring is charming.
Spring thunder beats drums.
Running and crying in the spring breeze.
Spring rain spreads songs.
The spring tide is as rough as waves.
A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.
A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.
Are quietly nesting.
Seven, "Poetry of Spring"
The sound of firecrackers
Successive landing
Those more or less happy.
Like snow
Warm and slender branches
The old year is gone forever.
The new year is also quietly beginning.
A fleeting day
Let youth grow old day by day
Childhood grows up day by day
The past is blowing in the wind.
Hope is budding.
In the sky
Whose phone is that?
Let you feel the warmth of spring
early spring
After a brief warmth
But it's not winter after all.
79 rivers are open.
Bajiu yanlai
spring
Walk into your door
Eight, "spring"
The wind turned green.
The rain turned green.
Wake up in spring
Throw yourself into our arms
A newly awakened stream.
I haven't cleared my throat yet
Just play those crunchy songs
Scatter all over the floor
The fruit tree that just woke up
I haven't paid attention to growing leaves yet
It exploded.
The dazzling brilliance of clouds
Swallows are very busy in spring.
She is whispering.
While using shiny scissors
Carefully tailored new clothes for spring.
Spring, though sometimes.
It will still make you feel a little cold.
Spring can be impatient.
After all, turning a depressed winter
Arouse gray memories ...
Nine, "Poetry of Spring"
Conte de printemps
One morning in a dense fog
Moistened the birds singing all spring.
Memories soaked in songs come from clever birds.
Hao Han Byrd holds the tears of winter.
Swallows pecked up the spring mud of rainy apricot flowers.
Build your own barriers.
It is a short spring.
It is also inevitable to leave at flowering stage.
Loyalty, Zigui's beauty of vomiting blood.
Condensed into the seeds of double suicide.
Deep in the grave of happiness
Even if it doesn't sprout.
But it also marks a limited life.
What is that? Is it far? ...
It's autumn wind chasing leaves.
It was the spring rain that washed the green branches.
It is the low footsteps of snow flowing through the window.
It is the poplar that sighs slightly in the autumn night.
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is spray
This is the surging tide.
It's the roar of butch.
It's the flash of lightning hitting the sky and the ground.
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is a neat group of frogs.
This is a monotonous short song of bees.
This is the sound of the city flapping its wings.
This is the trend of life.
What is that? Is it far? ...
It's the jitter of the eardrum
This is the roar of the waterfall.
It is the sparrow who talks about the morning in surprise.
It was Western jackdaw in the west who said goodbye to dusk sadly.
What is that? Is it far? ...
This is the mechanical beating of life.
It's a spark on the anvil
This is the laughter of coal in the fire
Zinc and copper are melted together.
What is that? Is it far? ...
What is it? Is it far?
I can't hear clearly in my dream. ...
Ten, "Spring Girl"
Miss Spring is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river,
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Filled with many things—
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing, hahaha ... "
The wind shook the branches,
Water, bleached duck feathers,
Looking forward to the whole winter,
Look, spring is coming!
Let's put on spring clothes,
Like a bird with new feathers,
Fly over the Woods, fly over the hills,
The laughter of spring is everywhere.
Seeing the first butterfly flying,
It pulls my feet;
I'm glad to catch it,
Let go lovingly.
Seeing the first daisy open,
I couldn't help jumping for joy,
Xiaohua, do you still recognize me?
Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year,
Waiting for it to spit out new green shoots;
In order to wake up the sleeping stream,
Listen to it sing and run with it.
Tired of walking, I lay in the field,
The sun is shining overhead.
Who scratched my cheek?
Other modern spring poems
The girl in spring
Miss Chun is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Full of things-
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing,
Ha ha ha ... "