Modern Poetry in Spring 1 Who painted and rendered a huge painting called Spring?
But the creator's giant pen is magnificent
Vientiane is renewed, and spring blossoms nourish everything.
Created a legend full of happiness.
Eulogize the vitality of life and bloom the beauty of life.
There is a touching picture, fresh and meaningful.
The grass is intoxicated and the dance is gorgeous in the east wind.
Arouse the fragrance of peach blossom and plum blossom.
Empty self-appreciation, it dances wildly.
But I don't know, I put up with the ice and snow in the dead of winter.
Just to announce the arrival of spring at the last moment of life
Snowflakes dance wildly at the expense of death.
Inch white embellishes the beauty of spring flowers.
The daylights out, but the last life is rendered into a hundred flowers.
Never forget the legend of the messenger of spring
Beautiful spring is the most beautiful spring flower.
Until the grass is hidden and slender.
Natural jade is embedded in a single bell, and ice and snow are muscles.
Stealing incense intoxicated the dancing bees and butterflies.
Dominate the spring and bloom the miracle of life without regrets.
I am intoxicated in the spring breeze.
Listen to the sound of flowers.
Sing the most beautiful divine comedy of nature
Waiting for the four seasons to cycle quietly.
Write the miracle of life silently
Modern Spring Poetry II. Who is that spring?
You explore this beautiful problem in winter.
Mountain ridge quietly didn't speak.
The earth has opened its broad mind.
You asked about the river.
Ask the saint
Turn over a lot of words
Can't find a satisfactory answer
Grass grows year after year.
Flowers bloom every year.
Many stories about God.
There are different things.
In the most difficult and difficult time
Your bones have been strong for years;
Labor is the soul of spring.
Happiness is the flower of spring.
Modern Poetry in Spring 3 When I wrote February, these were all colorful.
Just like the lyrics of a song, colorful notes.
Just like the preface of a book, a ballet of language.
Like the face of a teenage girl, and like the eyes of youth.
Honey, it's spr.
I wrote a sincere poem with peach blossoms.
A hillside decorated with your watch.
February stationery, my heart, and a smiling purple butterfly.
Dear, there is no holiday for you.
I can only draw a reunion on the green grass with willow branches.
I painted vibrant green and fragrant flowers.
Draw the warm sun of singing and dancing.
Dancing in your field
February is a soft tree to which you are attached.
A skirt rolled up the curtain of spring.
All over the floor, colorful for you, dear.
Let me compose flowers into poems.
Be the most beautiful chapter in your heart.
Always in the spring when I met you.
Modern poetry has just passed winter in spring 4,
Some are unexpectedly eager to believe in each other's flowers,
Trying to catch up with the spring rally,
For fear of being late,
Grass willow was also reported in advance.
The annual spring rally,
Who wants to miss it?
Swallows whisper,
It's Miss Chun's messenger,
Vilen put on a new green dress.
The earth is bathed in spring,
Everything is full of vitality.
The branches of the winter jasmine are covered with yellow buds.
Shake your head gently with the breeze.
Morning glory Hua Teng is crawling around the rope.
The little green leaves at the top of the vine didn't open at all.
It's like a hand trying to catch something.
Miss Chun came to the river.
Put a furry green blanket on the river bank,
Wildflowers are dotted,
Yellow, pink, white, red and purple.
Open in the green grass.
A flock of birds are chirping,
They're nesting,
The cry seems to say:
Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Modern poetry in spring 5. With your light dance,
Sweep away the cold in winter.
Let vilen wear the new green,
Let the glacier cause jubilation.
The grass looked up and smiled.
Beautiful flowers are waiting for the sun to shine.
You use that beautiful melody,
Sing the sunny sky in spring.
Bring warmth to the world,
Sow love on the earth.
Breathe out Qian Shan green,
Remind everything.
The spring wind,
The spirit of spring.
You are the messenger of spring,
You are a guide to happiness.
Millions of people follow you,
Ride the wind and waves to success.
The Spring of Modern Poetry 6 Spring, Ten Haizi
In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.
In the bright scenery
Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi
How long have you slept?
In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.
Dance and sing beside you with me.
Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.
The pain of your division is all over the earth.
In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.
This is the only one left, the last one.
This is night. Son, immersed in winter, fell in love with death.
I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.
The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.
Half is used for the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.
Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.
Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.
What exactly do you mean by dawn?
Modern Poetry in Spring 7 Spring is a migratory bird.
Has flown over the treetops of the last winter.
With the thunderous whistle
reach
Spring is a small tree of time.
Standing by the river of years
Watch the time go by.
No more reciprocating
In spring, in the cold north wind.
There was an imperceptible smile on her lips.
Quietly enjoy the residual snow in the sunset.
The ice and snow gradually melted.
Spring is thousands of miles away,
Stay away from Wan Li.
Those cold hands
Began to fondle the green wicker by the river.
Bracts slightly raised
It includes the beginning of spring.
Just wait for a slightly warmer day to come.
Show a spring smile
Spring is the messenger of God.
Dream of youth
Even though it's a long way, Wan Li.
Will come when you wake up from your dream.
Listening to modern poetry in spring,
The sound of spring,
Flowers are swaying in the breeze,
"hoo-hoo"
This is the sound of flowers dancing.
Listen,
The sound of spring,
Grass grows out of the ground,
"Hua Hua"
A breeze blew and the grass staggered in the wind.
Listen,
The sound of spring,
The white clouds in the sky cried,
"Hua"
This is the song of spring rain.
Listen,
Into the spring,
Entering this colorful world,
You should appreciate the colors of spring.
The sound of spring,
In every flower,
In every leaf,
In every drop of water,
On every meadow.
Listen,
The sound of spring,
Come in a hurry from afar,
Walk away in a hurry.
Listen,
We heard the sound of spring.
Modern Spring Poetry 9 "Spring Girl"
Miss Chun is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Full of things-
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing,
Ha ha ha ... "
Modern Poetry 10 There is misty rain in spring.
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.
The modern poem in spring 1 1 The knot of ice is pulsating.
Your leisurely pace
Dark clouds are full of sadness.
Lie stretched out on the lake.
You are a noble king.
Tsing Yi messenger in scissors.
Bring breeze with will
Your robe sleeves kiss.
The children's red faces
Running in the smell of wild flowers
Dragging a long line of hope
You are a gentle king.
There are ten thousand customs for shore willow.
Stir up the spring water of the fish beam
Play songs that have been circulating for thousands of years
The beautiful moon is gently bathed in music.
Jiao's skin quivers gently in the rippling smile. ...
Modern Poetry in Spring 12 Dawn comes early at this time.
Go out of the house and work the night shift
Neighbors meet
She smiled wearily and made a peach blossom.
Thirty days late.
Simple breakfast
Wind up the body.
Traffic on one's own road
greet sb.
There is a red light in front of the people at the bottom.
On the streets with enteritis, people
purposeless
The climate is like our life.
How hard is it, God?
Still tepid ...
Modern Poetry in Spring 13 Spring sails are full.
Across the jungle grassland
Call for rivers, call for mountains and rivers, call for Zhuangtian.
Pluck the trembling strings.
Knock on the sleeping latch.
Lazy eyes, blink and blink.
The most is the gentleness of smiling.
The long-sealed heart window slowly revealed eyebrows.
Hold the frozen heart
Into a fiery beating heart
Light the flame of youth
Awaken the dream buried for many years.
The sun is so bright.
Under the blue sky, kites are flying.
Dreams spread their wings like eagles.
Soaring in the distance in the strong east wind
Despite the difficulties ahead
Put the whole spring in your heart.
Open your throat and sing like a bird.
Why are you afraid of clouds, lightning,
Modern Poetry in Spring 14 The wind is cold and the rain is pouring down.
People yearn for the blooming spring, and snow should fly with emotion.
The ground is white and the air is full of air.
Heaven and earth are integrated, and flowers and snow are chaotic.
The earth and the sky are a whole candle, and the plum blossom of a child is half a wick.
Children unfold this picture of winter, and plum blossoms light the next spring.
Kissing the wind and dancing, embracing the mountains and rivers and coquetry.
When lovers are angry, they tear up love letters.
Or when the trees are sunny and the catkins are flying in spring.
Who is the pioneer of spring, who is the action signal to enter spring?
Whoever sweeps away pests will nourish the earth.
As soon as the snow shows its skill, there will be news in a good year.
Flying snow welcomes the spring, and spring brings snow back.
Snow is a prelude to spring, and spring is a big chapter of snow.
Six white petals are flying all over the sky, followed by the new beauty of spring.
Modern Poetry in Spring 15 Early Spring and February came to an end in a hurry.
How many words of wing chun have you written?
The spring is chilly and the cold wind is still biting.
I decided to leave you and pursue the footsteps of spring for my ideal.
I am looking for spring, and you are waiting for me to come back and stay with you all the time.
Time will be wasted in haste.
An old crow tree with a fiery red rendering
Looking back, you are still in the dim light.
Who is lonely and helpless in the bleak night?
I failed to live up to your ideal for me.
How much have you suffered?
I finally understand that you are my happiness in the spring I am looking for.
It's not too bitter to take a porridge and a dish with you.
If you mend a stitch of clothes, I will be satisfied.
Little by little memories of you and me.
Waiting for your white hair to nap beside me
I am counting the wrinkles on your forehead.
It turns out that the spring I am looking for is simple happiness.