Modern poetry about spring

Spring

When spring brings her unique new green and overflows like the sea, it is really intoxicating;

When spring brings her unique green Warmth, when it comes like a tide, can also make people soul-breaking.

Spring is definitely a canvas soaked in the color of life.

Fresh green, tender green, bright green, emerald green, eyes full of green, gentle to our sight. There are also a little bit of red, a little yellow, a little pink, and a little purple flashing like stars, which also surprise our eyes.

So, start walking in spring.

When I step on her soft soil, I realize that the hotbed of life can be so plain. As long as the old man of the season arrives, all the sleeping seeds can be conceived here and give life a changing attitude.

Spring is definitely a picture full of the prosperity of life.

Whether it is breaking out of the ground or in bud; whether it is slowly stretching or slowly flowing; whether it is silent or whispering, as long as the old man of the season When the curtain of spring opens, they will use their own unique way to perform the magical vitality of nature here.

So, I started roaming in spring.

Dressed in the soft spring light, let the slightly sweet wind pass by. You will realize that the breath of spring actually contains the most touching tenderness. You will also feel that nature is a strange mother. She actually chose to give birth to all kinds of life at the end of winter, when everything is bleak, so that they can embrace each other and embrace each other in the most tender first ray of spring. Bring infinite vitality to the world.

Spring is also a gallery showing the magic of life.

You see, every kind of life has its own specific form, and each specific form contains specific life information. Whether they are tall or weak, they all have to go through the process of life and death, and there are also seasons of childishness and maturity. Whether it is eye-catching or unremarkable, they must follow that specific seasonal trajectory and complete a feat of life in their own specific living space. Regardless of whether they are famous or not, whether they are born in a rich home or grow in a barren sandy soil, all the things that sprout in spring use their own unique way and use up all their enthusiasm to compose their music. An ode to life.

This is spring. Because of the chorus of life that sprouts here, I really feel a magical beauty.