Modern Poetry on Spring Rain 1
The spring rain pours in,
It falls like silk and strands to the earth,
Weaves into a sheet of green Fluffy carpet. Rain and mist filled the air,
The raindrops strung together into a big bead curtain,
It enveloped everything like smoke and clouds,
Happy little swallows walked through it Go,
I want to cut off the rain curtain with my tail.
The raindrops are like pearls,
A handful are sprinkled on the river,
The calm water surface is rippled,
The fish jumped out of the water,
As if to suck the crystal water drops,
The spring rain continued,
Sprinkled on the leaves of the sycamore tree,
"Rust, rustle",
It's like a girl gently plucking the strings,
It's like silkworms stealing mulberry leaves.
The spring rain floats on the oily petals of the peach blossoms,
Rolling and gathering,
The petals are flashing with thousands of flowers. Ten thousand pearls.
"Tick, tick, tick",
The raindrops fell on the ground,
Seeped into the fertile soil,
The wheat seedlings stretched With young leaves,
sucking the sparkling rain and dew,
like emerald,
green and shiny,
the grass wakes up ,
Stretching his body,
Drilled out of the ground.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock",
The spring rain falls on people's hearts.
The old farmer stood at the edge of the field,
Let the rain drip on his gray beard and hair,
The wrinkles on his smiling face relaxed.
Ah, Spring Rain,
You are Miss Spring’s faithful messenger,
You make the earth full of vitality,
You bring flowers and plants and earthy aroma.
Fresh, moist and refreshing.
You are like the dexterous hand of a musician,
touching people's heartstrings,
giving people new hope.
The spring rain is pattering,
The pattering...
I would like to turn into a drop of spring rain,
to nourish the earth . Spring Rain Modern Poetry 2
Pulsatilla likes to play in the bamboo garden and make friends with bamboos.
Bamboo has a slender body, and the branches at the joints are covered with green leaves, which are evergreen. The Pulsatilla has a clear throat and can sing melodious songs. As he sang, the bamboos made soft sounds and beat time.
Good singing! Zhuzi praised.
No, you are good at keeping time. Pulsatilla suddenly thought of something and asked: When will you bloom? Like peach trees, plum trees, and wintersweets, they bloom with red, white, and yellow flowers. How beautiful they are!
Flowers are rare in my life.
Only when it blooms and bears fruit can we have children.
Not necessarily. In the soil around me, there are my children clamoring to be born. Look, a few naughty children came out of the ground.
When the Pulsatilla took a look, several pointed heads really popped out of the mud, and they grew happily upwards.
Pulsatilla greeted warmly: Hello, little bamboo!
The bamboo smiled. They didn’t call them little bamboos, they called them bamboo shoots. Moreover, he can’t speak yet.
The bamboo shoots grow so slowly, as if they are not moving at all.
When the time comes, the bamboo shoots will grow taller quickly.
It rained that night, not heavily, but a steady patter, and it didn’t stop until dawn.
The next morning, the Pulsatilla flew to the bamboo garden again, stopped on the bamboo branches, and wanted to sing a morning song.
Bamboo said happily: My child has grown taller.
When Pulsatilla looked down, it was a miracle. The spiky and fluffy bamboo shoots, dressed in dark brown clothes, were getting taller and taller, and they were still growing rapidly.
Bamboo, what magic elixir did you give them last night?
The panacea is rain. My child has sufficient nutrients in his body, but lacks water.
When it rains, they drink and drink desperately, shooting out of the ground like rockets!
The Pulsatilla spread its wings and wished loudly: Bamboo shoots, grow up quickly! Spring rain! Modern Poetry 3
Concerning workers’ beliefs
When the taste of time changes
The smell of copper ferments in the sludge pit
You are like a golden chrysanthemum
Guarding
Children’s seven orifices
When the wind and colorful clothes swagger through the market
Face project While harming the country and bringing disaster to the people
You are like a rising sunflower
Guarding
the pure souls of children
The fragrant late autumn As beautiful as ever
An indifferent life lights up the heart
You are like a flag
Guarding
the tranquility of the earth
I have fairy tales in my heart
The rings of spring
The deepest and deepest impressions
The footsteps of children
The sounds may be far or near
Those who sow green seeds
Have a heart like the sun
Faith has been harvested
That value
is far away The distance is more than a thousand gold and silver
Praise of the Five Lao
In the spring breeze, peaches and plums are everywhere,
The heart is like a wax torch turning into colorful clouds.
Water the seedlings by hand and maintain them diligently,
The drops of sweat nourish the green buds.
The beautiful mountains and rivers are beautiful in China,
The evening scenery of mulberry trees is beautiful to thousands of families.
The beautiful trees become a forest and the country's fortunes are prosperous.
It turns into fertilizer and mud and is spread on the ground.