Spring rain modern poetry

The rain in spring can always bring people too much sadness, falling and continuous. The following are the modern spring rain poems I compiled. Welcome to read!

Modern Poetry of Spring Rain 1 Spring Rain

It is the cloud that loves you.

Touch you

So wait until the rainy season.

I hope that love will grow wildly after germination.

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It's the umbrella that loves you.

Because under the supporting sky

Rippling with lovers' laughter

spring rain

Crossing the summer rainbow with time.

Meet the swallow who just came home.

Bring some branches to build a new nest.

Stay day and night.

Women and men

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It's raining all over the mountain.

Knock on the window in the street

Flowers bloom and grass fall.

everywhere

A trace of love, a declaration of love

Spring Rain Modern Poetry 2 Spring Rain

How exquisite

She brought coolness to the earth.

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How clear

She brought freshness to the earth.

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How energetic

She brings green to the earth.

I stood on tiptoe.

A window that stands by.

Miss Chun plucked the strings.

I am listening to the melody of spring.

Spring Rain Modern Poetry 3 is the tears of urchins.

Laughed and cried.

Whistle like a teenager

Frivolous and naughty

Touch the ocean

Kiss the mountains deeply

Hanging bead curtain

Tease the crowd

Slap the soil

Pull a green braid

Scratch the branches

Giggle and smile

Birds are chirping.

The spring cheers together.

Di da chuan LV Zhuang

Everything is rejuvenated.

Spring Rain Modern Poetry 4 Childhood "I"

Live in a small town near the desert.

Sand is a childhood playmate.

A small town in spring

Will be submerged by flying sand.

A masterpiece on the dunes.

Turn into quicksand

Disappear without a trace

I'm a little old.

Or live in a small town near the desert?

Sand seems a little far from my life.

People who walk around it every day are also in it.

In my heart

Still sealed off the holy land.

A small town in spring

Occasionally there will be sandstorms.

On the sand dunes

It's starting to turn green.

I left home.

The town near the desert became a kind of mourning.

The dream of sand seems more distant.

A small town in spring

Grow up in pavilions

Only the spring breeze is blowing.

No sand.

But there's a wisp missing.