Spring has come, modern poetry.

Spring has come, modern poetry 1 Spring has arrived at the door, and the wind is cold.

In Mao Yu's language of light, the sky tore gray clouds.

The temperature has also dropped by more than ten degrees.

In the trees where birds like to stay around buildings,

In the drizzling branches, it seems that birds cannot be heard.

The cold early spring is so silent, so silent, so vacant.

Perhaps, after entering the New Year, what new changes have taken place?

Birds have also changed their original favorite environment? Change your mind?

Now that spring has come, I believe that the excitement of the branches will begin soon.

When the sun shines overhead,

Young leaves will come out quietly if you are not careful.

The blades of grass are also throbbing in the warm spring breeze.

Tickle the spring land with the tips of young leaves.

There are colors everywhere,

Can she be indifferent to the teasing of bright spring?

Oh, spring is coming,

Spring will gently lift the headscarf in the cold air.

Show a happy smile.

Spring has come, Modern Poetry II. Spring breeze people are humming a ditty while dancing.

Come into this world,

The first spring rain came,

The cold in winter is washed away by rain,

Spring breeze dyed the world green.

The grass opened its sleepy eyes,

Stick your head out of the soil,

Looking at this strange world in surprise.

Listening to the dripping rain outside the window,

It's like entering a bright dream,

The soul seems to be carefree from the body,

Again and again in my dreams,

It began to rain in spring,

Quietly, I am waiting for you,

Waiting for you for a long winter,

Waiting for you is a hibernating soul,

There are mountains and rivers waiting for you,

Shan Ye is obsessed with missing the river.

Where have you been before?

From rainy days to sunny days,

Walk through the mud and face the wind and frost.

The rain was wet with discontent,

Sad grievances are stored in my heart.

Looking for you again and again in my dreams,

Flapping the wings of dreams,

Look up at the sky,

There is a white cloud fluttering,

I think that's you.

Looking up at the bright moon,

In the middle of the month, clothes are fluttering,

I think that's you.

Looking up at the mountains,

There are flowers and plants everywhere on the hillside.

The mountains are full of the fragrance of spring,

I think the most fragrant flower is you,

Spring breeze blows through the heart without wrinkles,

The spring rain soaked my heart. ...