Requesting: Modern poetry (such as patriotic, youthful), classic recital poetry in English are also acceptable, just classics, not the longest!

Forget spring

A deserted courtyard on a spring night

The gentle wind sings in dreams

Listen, there is someone far away The sound of footsteps to the end of the world

Someone has returned to his hometown again

If there is a moonlight beside my pillow

I will not be able to sleep peacefully tonight

< p>Just because there is still her beautiful shadow in my heart

Dancing in my lonely eyes

Every time I look up at the blue sky

The clouds drift towards the sunset

Every time I embrace the dark night

The stars twinkle in the farthest place

I want to shed a few tears under the lamp

Again Afraid that tears will reflect yesterday’s heartbreak

Leave the warm soft bed

But don’t know who is waiting for spring

You are under the bright window

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Thinking of spring love

Thinking of autumn frost

Thinking of all the sweet fragrance of flowers

I am already on the way to wake up< /p>

Cry secretly

Laugh quietly

Slowly forget your heart

Forget the spring

Forgotten candlelight for longing

Or lonely hope

1. The grove in the city

Back to green, my grove

Ants and flying insects in the grove

These humble lives come with spring

Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling

Use your soft head to break open the door closed by the soil

On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats

Swaying their long beards and bleating

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Shocked my youth and soul

A black goat walked towards me

With tears of happiness on its face

2. Open the door of spring

I heard the singing of birds

In the city, there are a few primulas

They dare not enter the city< /p>

Only cheering and jumping outside the effect

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside

It makes me feel close to them

They are me My friends

They seem to be relatives I met by chance

They are looking for unknown insects

They make friendly sounds to their companions

< p>Out of sight, I fell in love with the sound of birds

In the singing of birds

I opened the door of spring

3. This spring

My heart is very confused this spring

Sometimes I think of certain tombstones

Sometimes I think of my childhood

My heart is very confused this spring Very messy

The poems of spring have been written by spring

My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas

In this spring

What else can I do

Who else can I embrace spring and time with?