Modern poetry with the theme of spring

The image of modern poetry is the product of the collision between the poet's subjective concept and the external objective image, and it is the poet's intention to express his inner world. I have arranged some modern poems with the theme of spring for you, hoping to help you!

A modern poem with the theme of spring 1 Rain Over My Chest

A sound

Tick tock tick tock

Run down from a very high place

Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.

Hurry up

That's why I became

In the endless rain curtain

A dizzy elf

I can't tell who it is.

That's really unstoppable.

desire

Raindrops are flying in the air.

Floating slowly in the sky.

Gather strength from

Untouched clouds

Infiltrate quietly

My broad chest

So my breasts fluctuate.

Stir up ripples

Flapping on the rocks of feelings

Wave after wave of breathing.

With a drop of rain

Moisten each other

A drop of rain like this.

Go deep into my heart

Mixed with my thoughts.

And then through the narrow space in my heart

Clean everything.

And a ray of sunshine

Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space

Reach my clear sky

A modern poem with the theme of spring 2 "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

A modern poem with the theme of spring 3 "Poetry of Spring"

A person's story of spring

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? ...

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.

Is it a poplar that sighs slightly through the autumn night?

What is that? Is it far? ...

This is spray

This is the surging tide.

It's the roar of butch.

Did lightning strike 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.

Is it the tide 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.

Is it a sad farewell to dusk in western Western jackdaw?

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

Are zinc and copper melting?

What is that? Is it far? ...

What is it? Is it far?

I can't hear clearly in my dream. ...

Modern poem 4 "A Snow in Spring" takes spring as its theme.

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

A modern poem 5 "Spring Girl" with the theme of spring.

Ai Qing

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?

Song of Spring Cui Moqing

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.

Spring tides are like rough waves.

A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.

A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.

Are quietly nesting.

A modern poem with the theme of spring, 6 Rain Over My Chest.

A sound

Tick tock tick tock

Run down from a very high place

Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.

Hurry up

That's why I became

In the endless rain curtain

A dizzy elf

I can't tell who it is.

That's really unstoppable.

desire

Raindrops are flying in the air.

Floating slowly in the sky.

Gather strength from

Untouched clouds

Infiltrate quietly

My broad chest

So my breasts fluctuate.

Stir up ripples

Flapping on the rocks of feelings

Wave after wave of breathing.

With a drop of rain

Moisten each other

A drop of rain like this.

Go deep into my heart

Mixed with my thoughts.

And then through the narrow space in my heart

Clean everything.

And a ray of sunshine

Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space

Reach my clear sky

Modern poem 7 "Poetry, Grass and Snow" takes spring as its theme.

Call for spring

I dressed up as a snowflake.

Slip from the edge of winter

Through the gap between rain and snow

I see that all the eyes in spring are shining.

Always wanted to light up.

The geese flying south chase the spring sun.

Come back soon, in order to catch up with this.

When the season comes, I put my pale soul

Buried in the green bud

Buried in the ground, Yingying came back to life.

Let the soul rise with the spring.

Listen, patches of grass, from the soil

The arched mouth makes an intoxicating green song.

The heart crawls on the wings of the wind.

Embrace the seven colors of spring sunshine.

Let the spring dream bloom

Bloom on a smiling face

Let an empty heart be filled with the fragrance of spring.

Erqifu spring

Pray! The spring of life

Say goodbye to the cold winter again.

The miracle of spring in frozen white.

Quietly arrival

In dark and painful times.

Put your hands together quietly.

Put it on the scarred chest.

Put them all in a pious way

For the sad tears left last night.

Let the pain of the body rage.

Take a new green leaf and fly to spring.

Peach blossom red, pear flower white, willow green.

Beautiful spring, warm package.

Vision and belief

Melting a pure and noble flower from the sky.

The soul of snowflakes.

Silent clouds

Time flies, across the nib of life.

Materialism, cheating.

Full of the world

My life became pure.

Light color paper

I can only write down my life's poverty.

Confused tears, dragging all the way.

A sick body, stumbling

I can't get out of my heart.

I am destined that life is the lonely flower.

In the blue sky, a white sad cloud

Away from the noise of the world

Silent clouds of rain and snow

A modern poem 8 "Waiting for Spring" with the theme of spring.

The pace of spring is so slow every year, which worries me. She came quietly, dyed the landscape and the earth, but left in a hurry … ...

I have shattered my memory.

Dull rain in summer.

I have turned my thoughts into clouds.

Facing the snowy north wind in winter.

I completely emptied myself.

Let the soul walk lightly like a butterfly.

Sometimes, I forget

Forget that I once loved you deeply.

Because the years can't bear the heavy sadness.

Because the moonlight firmly tied the warmth.

When the wind chimes blow the first spring flute

When the ground is paved with colored brushes

The long hair tips warmed my face again.

Tears have already washed away the solid heart.

So I'm still waiting for you.

In the stream where pear blossoms blow snow

You gently roll up the pink bun.

Long-sleeved and good at dancing, delicate and charming

Indulge in the sunset glow of plum blossoms

This time, you still don't understand my persistence.

And quietly let go of my reluctant hand.

Then, hug me tightly.

Let me get lost in a hazy dream again.

Because of me, I waited for you for so long.