A modern poem about spring: Spring is coming.
Spring is coming,
The earth is covered with beautiful green clothes.
The morning glow is full of mountains,
Birds sing in the bright spring,
The spring jumped down the hillside,
With the dream flowing far away.
Spring is coming,
Spring seedlings in rural areas grow at jointing stage,
The fish in the pond swim around to breed hope.
The bud of a hundred flowers is about to bloom,
Hard-working people sow good wishes for the New Year,
Eager for harvest and good luck.
Modern Poetry on Spring II: The Seal of Spring
In spring and March, your world is full.
Colorful flowers
The sun is shining brightly.
Your unrestrained enthusiasm is like fire.
This season is just right.
I met you in my dream, so I fell in love with you.
Your proud charm is elegant.
A faint fragrance overflowed.
The years flow in twists and turns.
Your eyes droop and the birds sing.
Look around gracefully.
Who are the charming eyes telling?
This beautiful March is like a song.
Your temperament is blue, independent and free and easy.
You're from Sioux City. Let's go.
My heartstrings are beating.
A song about your affection.
April came and it rained.
Your mind is wet.
Falling English, green leaves touch up.
You are full of sentimental emotions.
You climb up the window eaves.
Looking for pure inner warmth.
Ming Che, your eyes are like water.
Quiet and elegant freeze-frame
Play music bit by bit
Your hands are like snow, and your fingers rise and fall.
The tinkling of the piano
My blushing cheeks are angry with me.
This lingering April is like a song.
You stand tall, your heart is like a promise.
You looked timidly at the platform at night.
The wind is blowing gently.
The imprint of spring is really as beautiful as a song.
Three Views on Spring in Modern Poetry: Writing in Spring
Spring comes slowly every year.
It seems that everyone is complaining bitterly about the ruthlessness of winter.
The spring breeze in March blew up the thoughts of the branches.
The green shoots gradually turned into green leaves.
The breeze can't blow away the inner joy.
The warmth of your little smile
But we've been looking forward to it for a year.
The smell of spring is getting stronger and stronger.
My mind is full of a kind of spring sleep.
Green leaves always like to communicate with the sun.
The soil is silent.
The trees are full of flowers and fragrant patches.
I suddenly want to know
A tree is blooming. Is there a flower related to me?
The sun can't keep those shadows after all.
Who wants to be a night watchman
Hold the hand of spring tightly.
Because its life is too short.
Our sorrow is too long.
Laughing at the wheel of time is a coward.
Can't catch up with the train of years
The kite of thought was broken in this March.
No one understands the Zen sound of the heart valley.
Some ideas can only stay in memory.
When the wind takes away all the fragrance
we know
The tree is still there, and we will meet again.
If life begins a journey of thinking
Then you are doomed not to go home after you leave.
The next second, a person continues to wander in the season.
Wander, wander ...