Imitation of modern poetry Spring 1 Spring girl carrying colorful bamboo baskets,
With light steps,
Come into this world.
She waved her sleeves,
Sow the colors of spring everywhere.
The grass pokes its clever little head out of the ground,
Looking at this new world,
I am dreaming.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong,
Spring is singing cheerful songs,
There is an atmosphere of happiness,
Slowly flowing out of the rock.
The front and back of the house,
Swallows hastily built a new nest.
Children kites,
Under the blue sky,
Fly freely.
Listen,
What is carried on the kite is,
Bright sunshine in spring.
In the field,
It smells of earth.
Golden rape blossoms,
Spread a charming smile,
Swing in the spring breeze.
Ah,
The smell of spring,
Well done!
Imitate modern poem spring 2, the sun smiles,
Spring is dripping,
Looking forward to the whole winter,
Look! Spring is coming.
The lovely grass sticks its head out,
Like a comma?
There are all kinds of wild flowers on the mountain.
Like a period?
Lovely ducks swim around,
Is it like a question mark?
Soft white clouds are floating around,
Like an exclamation?
The farmer's uncle sowed the seeds,
Sow hope,
The students came to school happily.
Climb the peak bravely,
Butterflies are dancing among the flowers,
Draw a beautiful blueprint.
Listen, in the spring,
Birds are chirping.
The flowers are blooming,
The stream is flowing and the sun is laughing.
Nature is really a beautiful picture!
I heard that spring is coming.
I want to go out and look for it
I heard thunder rolling in the morning,
With the rustling of rain,
Dad said, this is the sound of spring.
I took off my thick cotton-padded jacket,
Put on beautiful spring clothes,
Mom said that this is the makeup in spring.
I saw small trees in the roadside flower beds.
Pull out tender new buds,
They said, spring is coming, spring is coming.
The flower beds in the sky by Liuyang River,
It is full of winter jasmine like a waterfall,
They said, spring is coming, spring is coming.
My family went to Gaoping for a spring outing.
Seeing a large rape flower,
Like a yellow sea.
In our QQ farm,
Little earthworms show their little heads naughtily,
Start loosening the soil like swimming in the water.
I have lost two small front teeth for a long time.
Hearing the news of spring,
It's growing out slowly.
Spring is coming,
Spring is there,
Spring is in our eyes,
Spring is in our hearts,
Ah! I finally found spring.
Imitate the story of modern poetry spring 4 spring
The season of spring blossoms.
It is easy to produce stories.
It's also romantic.
Some wet nights
In the fuzzy air
A classic love song drifted by.
Lyric saxophone is like an emotional woman.
Full of tender feelings
The heart is eccentric and close.
Palm to palm
Combine the two into one
Peach blossoms open their red mouths and call for spring.
The ending of the story is still a suspense.
It is tied to that old peach tree.
When the peaches bloom next spring.
The story continues
Imitation of modern poetry spring 5 spring, this spring
Spring, this spring
This is spring, spring.
Everything revives and the world is beautiful.
This is the most beautiful season of the year.
This is the time when girls fall in love.
Irises perform on the stage.
Flowers are blooming in the garden.
In this beautiful world
The sun smiled gently.
The wind seems soft.
The joy of birds singing
I'm not happy at all.
There is no disappointment, nor is it lovelorn. ...
No reason
Just unhappy.
Spring, this spring
This is not my happiness.
The shallow singing of qingquan
The fragrance of flowers
The dance of bees and butterflies
This is misplaced everywhere in Shan Ye.
Just walk past me
This is not my wedding reception.
This is not my happiness.
Imitation of modern poetry, madness in June,
Filled the chest.
Under the guidance of hysterical cicada singing,
Wandering around.
I became an accomplice,
And for the tiger.
Bluffing, yelling,
Exaggerate the burning thoughts.
Smoke drifted to the mountain,
Smoke the leaves all over the mountain yellow,
Maple leaf licked the wound,
Watching the dripping leaves bury me.
I don't have the strength to struggle,
Because I was surprised.
The ideal of leaves and trees,
Show your strength in your own way.
I am dead,
Want to pay homage to regret.
Alive,
This is a piece of leather.
My world began to snow,
The transparent world began to be pure.
Leaves are deposited in my clothes,
Mean is forgiven.
The soil on the head has softened,
I want to stretch my trunk.
Open your lazy eyes,
See the sky is blue.
Birds are choreographing,
Flowers are dancing.
The waves beat the rhythm,
Warm wind caressed the strings.
Kites are laid back,
The children laughed.
The green pens on the floor are in a mess.
Baiyun stopped to look carefully.
I also want to remind spring,
I am here. Why didn't you see it?
Imitate the story of modern poetry spring 7 spring.
It was a spring in 1979.
An old man drew a circle on the South China Sea in China.
Rise like a myth and build cities.
Miraculously gathered in Jinshan
Spring thunder awakened the inside and outside of the Great Wall.
Spring warms the banks of the river.
Ah, China, China.
You have taken a new step. You have taken a new step.
Enter the spring of Vientiane renewal
It was another spring in 1992.
An old man wrote a poem by the South Sea in China.
Spring tides roll between heaven and earth.
Raise a huge sail during the journey.
The spring breeze has turned the east of China green.
The spring rain moistens the home of China.
Ah, China, China.
You have unfolded a new century-old picture. You have unfolded a new century-old picture.
Hold out a colorful spring
ah ...
The imitation of modern poetry in spring is sunny in August and April.
The sky is dark blue.
Zi Jin Hua Er
In the bright spring
Sprinkle a string of gentle laughter
Purple clothes
Like a thin silk sand flowing.
Through the smooth face of purple hibiscus
Such as duanxiang, a cup of blue high alcohol slurry.
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How beautiful purple is!
Beautiful spring, moist and dazzling.
Overlooking the purple hibiscus
As gentle and deep as the deep blue sea.
Smiling Fu Fei smiles at you!
You can't help feeling ripples.
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Purple hibiscus, a hundred flowers blossom, is full of fun.
She developed her beauty to the extreme.
Release the spirit of her alcohol slurry.
For spring.
The lover in my heart
She poured out her youth.
Look at this bird.
Fly around her.
People who walk by
Can't stop looking back
The grass straightened up and looked out.
The river put on new clothes and prepared for an encounter.
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Amethyst fell in love with spring.
Do you know
Spring is deep.
We're leaving?
When Amethyst is happy,
Inner sadness
How to create a spring that is not old?
Or create a finely carved platinum wedding ring?
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Aishang spring
I am destined to fall in love with the thoughts of the four seasons.
Late spring season
Patches of twilight flowers
Telling another kind of affection
There is sadness
Have nostalgia
Had to give up.
More is silent love.
I have an appointment in the spring of modern poetry, so why don't I come?
Spring in the north
There is a passionate beauty, Rainbow Zhaojun of the Western Regions.
Spring in the north
There is a kind of beauty with rich and bright eyes, like Yang Guifei in the Tang Dynasty.
I stroked the desolate north.
Spring waiting for Zhao Jun's return.
Looking forward to the spring of the imperial concubine in the pool
Full of flattery, unparalleled.
Quiet as a stream, Leng Yan is gentle.
Walking all over the green hills, just for that one look.
Looking up at the stars and the moon, just for that meditation.
I deeply love the spring in the north.
Fingertips exude a faint sweetness of grass.
There is love in spring, I will make an appointment
If there is love in my life, I will be affectionate.
I have an appointment in spring. How can I not come?
* * * Go to a place that really loves the sun, the moon and the stars.
* * * lead a hard life.
Imitation of modern poetry spring 10 has misty rain.
You can't drag me, Feiyan.
Because of the wind
Tear open the fence in March
Red, wildfire burning on the fingers of a thousand buddhas.
Green, green is better than prevention.
Hunters are like a flock of chaotic birds.
The desire for it.
On the night when the sun and the moon alternate.
I am a bird that can't be driven away.
Standing among the flowers
I just want to talk a lot of sweet words to Spring.