A modern poem describing March 1 March
Uncover March
A fragrant and colorful cover
The hieroglyphics of the Long Dream Muse
Enlarged into farmland with thousands of miles of oil flow.
A new poem written with gold in mind
No punctuation marks
When the fingers of the morning sun
Broke the curtain of dense fog
The girl in the village carried the basket on her shoulder.
Hand-held comma
-Bitter blisters make commas of new ideas.
Spring tides enrich the imagination.
In the vast and free sunshine.
In the profound artistic conception of castle peak flying
Make a dazzling gold ring
Draw a heavy gold dollar
Give generously to March.
March is worth 1000 dollars.
punctuate
Break the desolation of yesterday
To break today's light green
Go and break the oranges and eat them tomorrow.
Command the hieroglyphic army.
The great idea of going to the farmhouse
Weave a chapter into a volume.
There is a very artistic image group.
Face ups and downs bravely
* * * The ideal height of the bamboo house in Wangchun City.
Raise one's eyebrows
Started the semaphore that the wind spreads the color of life.
Leaked the news.
The rain pen rustled
thickly dotted
Copy the March piece by piece.
I want to bring it to the awards stage in the mature season.
A modern poem describing March 2 nd blooms in March
( 1)
March
Sunshine is like a flower, and smile is like a flower.
When the poem was halfway written.
Peach blossoms are half open.
Half the bees are here.
The butterfly is on the way.
The other half is half asleep and half awake happily.
Don't come.
How dare peach blossoms fill the garden?
(2)
How long is it from January to March?
Plum blossoms celebrate a person's birthday.
Destined to comfort a cold and warm process.
Snowflakes fall again and again.
In March, a peach blossom is talking.
Let people remember it vividly.
Stay forever
In the dusty past
(3)
March is not the most perfect.
Spring is not the most perfect either.
In March, something took on a new look.
Mature and immature
One hanging in the sky
One hangs from the treetop.
At the other end, it is still buried in the soil.
Perfect or not
When spring becomes spring completely.
In your hands
I can't catch another petal.
(4)
In spring, we can't help but mention March.
Can't help but mention Jiangnan
March Jiangnan
Early arrival of misty rain
Always take an umbrella.
Walking into your eyes from the rainy lane
When the sunshine warms the spring breeze
The sound of smashing clothes by the willows.
Let the willow branches out of the goose's head.
A modern poem about March 3rd. Hello, March.
It is spring and March again.
Enjoy the warmth of charming years.
I just want to say hello in March.
Let me forget my past troubles
Like the wind in March
Fall in love with the rain in March
the wind of march
Blowing your face is not cold.
it is
Messenger of spring
The incarnation of the elves
Hidden in the breath of spring
Spring breeze gives all life.
the wind of march
Soft and warm
Sweep away laziness in winter
Like lovers' hands touching their hearts.
Crispy and soft
How can you not be drunk in your heart?
it
Blowing softened the soil.
Unlock the last cold of dust
Blow the grass awake.
The grass stretched, yawned and stuck its head out.
Blow green willow branches
From goose yellow to light green
Willow leaves are more like a girl's brow.
Smile.
Blow out the flowers
Peach blossom red, pear blossom white
Apricot blossoms make a small face.
Blow wrinkled a pool of spring water
Dancing for a Pool Dream
Rain in March
Fall on the eaves
This is a meaningful poem.
No rise, no rise, far-reaching impact.
The rain in March is pleasant and leisurely.
The continuous crackling of raindrops.
Like a needle, like a filament
Dense twill weave
Weave beautiful scenery.
Weave heaven and earth into one
Rain in March
Simple, soft and deep.
Listen to the beautiful rain.
It's like a bouncing note on a string.
The melody is beautiful and graceful.
Like the rain in March
it
Dull, affectionate, free and easy, selfless
Smoke permeates the air like fog.
Singing the story of spring in a low voice
Under the oiled paper umbrella, there are men and women, leaning against each other.
Outline the romance and legend of spring love.
Open the window to receive the spring scenery in the garden.
Open your heart and accept the fantasy of spring
The dream in March is full of sweetness.
The willows in March are very tender.
Yuan Ye in March is gorgeous and romantic.
The appearance of March is smart and natural.
The voice of March, the mood changes.
March, the season that needs to be experienced slowly with your heart.
The season of heart and hope.
Modern Poetry Describing the March 4th March Wind
As if you were a lamp in the dusk.
Or the dawn.
Your appearance
Light up my dusk.
So my pen tip can be used.
Farming in the fields in spring
Sow seeds.
Grow the bud of love.
In order to build a long list of poems
Just like the wheat in May turns from green to yellow.
Near Hezhuang in March.
Let me be born in the arms of my foster mother. ...
Your appearance
Swallows nest in my hut.
Bauhinia just burns on the branches.
Willow branches catch small fish on the lake.
Pear trees are covered with snow.
My shoes are on the field path.
Will be wet by the spring dew on the grass tip. ...
Your appearance
Let me say goodbye to the cold
Let me take off my thick clothes.
Let my heart breathe the breath of life.
Let my steps walk in the news of the recovery of all things ...
Your appearance
The ice and snow on the earth have completely melted.
The farmers unveiled the calendar of spring ploughing.
Untie the busy skirt
Sow the seeds of hope in the fields.
Eternal songs dance in the mother's arms.
Shiba Inu followed closely at the back of the ox cart.
Cowbells are swaying on the country road.
The farmer's song stirred the flowers and plants on the ridge and made them dance.
Ploughshare stirs up ground waves in the soil layer in spring. ...
When you enter the village, you look up at the sky.
When you enter the valley, you bend down and look down at the bottom of the water.
When you walk into the rape field, you ripple golden flowers in the leaves.
When you walk into the farmer's forehead, you blow away the dark clouds gathered in your heart.
Blow off the laugh lines from the corners of farmers' eyes.
Still, I have to ask you-
Why did you put my hometown?
Zhuang's second brother bent over and his third uncle's hair turned white.
Blow many figures on the banks of the Qinghe River without a trace.
Let my children and grandchildren not call their names. ...
Modern poetry describing March 5
March wind, blowing thoughts;
The rain in March is vague and cold;
People in March climb ladders and chase beautiful clouds;
The wind was blowing with ambition and the rain was bustling.
Far away, there are dreams, pursuits and unpredictable future;
Far away, it is expectation, hope, and unprotected harvest.
I dare not speak, for fear that a gentle breath will ruin my dream;
Dare not speak, for fear that the sail chasing dreams will hit a hidden iceberg;
Don't make any noise, for fear that the sails behind the iceberg will get lost.
Feelings that can't be expressed in words,
The persistence of the wind blew the vastness, and the dialogue in the vastness was dumb by the wind.
So what,
Go sideways, the next intersection, maybe, another village!
March, turn around, and stride back;
In March, my eyes lit up and I wanted to escape;
In March, the mood was as calm as a stone.
However, can the March storm stop the dream and pursuit as always?
Sure enough,
Once again, I had the cheek to speak and easily said to continue.
Once again, I was eager to try and made a choice easily.
Be fearless again and declare war on yourself easily.
If nothing else,
Just to be young, refused to look back;
Just for the sake of pride, refused to give up.
Nevertheless,
The distance is clear and the footprints are deep and shallow.
Stumbling all the way.
But after all, the gears of time will not stand still. ...
March will pass,
April will come.
The haze may disappear quietly,
As soon as I opened my eyes, I ushered in a ray of sunshine.
Clap your hands, raise your head,
See the past blue sky and white clouds.