Spring has come, modern poetry.

Lead: Spring is brought by grass. Green and soft grass sticks out its little head from the soil and looks at this colorful world curiously. Lovely grass is swaying in the spring breeze, just like a little girl dancing. The following spring, I arranged it for you and brought modern poems. I hope it will help you!

Spring is coming. Modern Poetry 1 Spring is coming.

The peach blossom in front of the door quietly opened again.

Fire red

It makes people excited.

Spring is coming

The desolate fields are busy again.

Seeds sow the soil.

Everywhere is full of vitality, illuminating the lake and the sea.

Spring is coming

Invite your best friend to hold the person you love.

Into the mind of the spring breeze

Bathed in the warm and soft sunshine.

Let the sound of nature

Wash the dust from your heart.

Spring is coming

Lift up your star-like grace

Sing self-confidence and heroism

Hope for tomorrow

Let the depths of the heart

Flower of life often blooms undefeated.

Spring is coming. Modern Poetry 2 When Plum Blossoms Fall

Put out winter

When apricot blossoms are in full bloom

Burning spring

The flowers awakened Miss Chun.

Let her open her sleeping eyes.

Miss Chun woke up the little animals.

Let small animals play freely.

Miss Chun picked up the brush.

Colour these flowers red.

Miss Chun picked up the brush.

Colour the grass green.

Ah, children

Quiet in colorful spring

Ah, children

Grow up in a happy spring

Spring is coming. Modern Poetry 3 Spring has come.

Let's take off our thick winter clothes.

Into the arms of Shan Ye.

Flying has been frustrating all winter.

Like a married country girl.

The stream is getting fuller every day.

Willow trees with dense sides.

Braided green door curtain

Peach blossom showed a bright smiling face.

Like gorgeous rosy clouds spreading in the mountains.

Manshan rape flower

It's like a golden stream flooding the countryside.

The cuckoo called again.

Farmers are very busy.

There was laughter everywhere.

Show infinite vitality and vigor.

On a sunny day

Pick up the camera quickly

And take some photos in spring.

Treasured in the photo album of memory

Spring is coming

Let us be filled with joy.

Sow the seeds of hope.

Dreaming of a bumper harvest.

Spring is coming. Modern Poetry 4 Mom, spring is coming.

The scent of orange blossoms

With a fresh earthy smell.

It's refreshing

Old things, plus muddy mountain roads

You said I began to forget when I was born.

Now, I have grown up.

Look into the distance on the wide road.

That mountain, that water, that man, that small village.

In this fertile land

Those who are pregnant are all my relatives.

Passerby with umbrellas

As shy as a spring rain.

In the golden color of rape flowers

Full of warmth and happiness year after year.

The endless green in the garden.

We work as hard as bees.

I love and the place I love.

Take root, sprout

Every day, every time.

a new beginning

The willow leaves of Dongmen River have sprouted.

The red kapok in the old street also showed sharp corners.

Mom, you are walking under the blooming cherry blossoms by the river.

Or under the green camphor tree on Chang 'an Avenue?

As intoxicated as I am.

Laugh and watch the clear river flow away happily.

The swallow in the new house contains spring mud.

Mom, are there azaleas all over the mountain?

Mom, spring is coming.

I am not far from you.

Singing in the cradle of happiness

I want to be like you.

I have lived in such a beautiful and rich land all my life.

With all the vigor of spring.

I like everything here

Love every inch of land and every river here,

Love every mountain and every seedling here.

Every flower is in bloom.

Accompany the blue sky and white clouds here.

There is wind here and rain here.

Grow sturdily in the sun

Oh, mom, spring is coming.

Did you hear that frog?

How your singing sounds like me when I was a child on a spring night.

Oh, mom, spring is coming.

Do you hear the call of the early bird?

That's me, that's me and the footsteps of spring.

Knock on your door

Mom, I'm home.

Slowly walk out of the treasure house of knowledge

Mom, spring will always belong to this fertile land.

Every villager here.

Spring has come and modern poetry is crazy.

Full of boxes

Be led by the nose by the hysterical howl of cicadas

Wander around

I became an accomplice.

And for the tiger.

A bluffing cry

Exaggerate the idea of keeping warm.

Smoke drifted to the mountain.

Smoked the leaves all over the mountain.

The maple leaf licked the wound.

Watching the dripping leaves bury me.

I have no strength to struggle.

Because I was surprised.

The ideal of leaves and trees

Show your strength in your own way

I'm already dead.

Want to pay homage to regret

alive

This is a piece of leather.

It began to snow in my world.

The transparent world began to be pure.

The leaves fell into 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.

The birds are choreographing.

Flowers are dancing.

The waves beat the rhythm.

Warm wind caresses the strings.

Flying kites is leisurely.

The children laughed.

Green pens are scattered on the ground.

Baiyun stopped to look carefully.

I also want to remind spring.

I am here. Why didn't you see it?