Poetry about green

Poems describing green include Sunny Dusk, Spring Breeze Blows Me Green, Green, Spring Breeze and Spring Rain.

Xi Qing 1

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green

You are the biggest color in summer.

You made the world green.

It is also you who make life between heaven and earth so vigorous.

Standing in vilen.

Let the breeze blow your cheeks.

The smell of fresh grass is refreshing.

I think everything is dancing with the green spirit.

2. "The spring breeze blew me green"

at present

I stood quietly by the window.

Looking at a willow tree outside the window in meditation.

Willow is very small.

But on the thick and thin wicker

They are all covered with green willow leaves.

The tender wicker embraces the tender green willow leaves.

Gently swaying in the gentle spring breeze

This scene

Just like I remember.

Mother hummed a lullaby gently.

3. Green (surname); green

Slowly

A spring breeze is quietly brewing in my heart.

Energy is accumulating.

Until it becomes stronger.

I seem to be about to explode.

but

Suddenly, everything was calm again.

but

I already feel the breath of spring breeze.

She is quietly blowing air from my nostrils.

Slowly flowing out of my eyes

Gently floating out of my ears.

I can't wait to ooze from every cell in my body.

I guess

This spring breeze in my heart

Enough to get me from head to toe

Do you blow green from the inside out?

4. Spring breeze

Who cut these delicate leaves?

The cold wind in early spring

now

Watching the willows swing comfortably in the spring breeze.

Think of me now with gray temples.

Has quietly passed the spring of life.

Suddenly a voice shouted in my heart.

Please pick up the lost spring quickly. What?

therefore

My heart began to yearn for spring.

I guess

The pace of spring should start with the spring breeze.

5. Spring Rain

last night

The long-awaited spring rain

Accompanied by the spring breeze, Shanshan came.

Play down a peg or two

Everywhere they went, they left their footprints hand in hand.

You see

The hill in the distance suddenly swelled.

listen to

The cuckoo's cry is more crisp in the morning.

Do you smell it?

The air is filled with the unique earthy smell of my hometown.