Modern poetry enters spring.

Spring, what a warm word, is the beginning of all life in the world. The following is the content of modern poetry about entering spring, welcome to read!

Enter the spring and enter a new era.

Time flies.

Leaving only eternal memories.

Youth is not old

remain fresh in one's memory

Reach middle age

Time is like a speeding car.

Walk faster and faster

The lush years are getting farther and farther away from us.

No wonder.

Our memories

It's far worse than before.

Our hair has long been

Gray and white

Getting whiter and whiter

Birds sing and flowers give off fragrance.

Spring is in the air

Bright mountain flowers in full bloom

Shining star

Into the spring

Enter a new era

like splitting a bamboo

Overturning mountains over the sea-there is an avalanche.

We go forward bravely.

Our life is full of love.

We are full of strength.

Our future is full of hope.

As the sun rises in the east

We are in high spirits.

Into the spring

Enter a new era

For tomorrow

A happy and beautiful tomorrow

For the next generation and future generations.

We are duty-bound

Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, turn the situation around.

Into the spring

Enter a new era

We got what we wanted.

Our dream has come true.

Hard work will pay off.

As long as the kung fu is deep

A pestle can be ground into a needle-it's steady.

As long as we stick together.

Everyone is of one mind and one mind

Step forward

Step forward

Our goal will certainly be achieved.

Our dream will come true.

Into the spring

Enter a new era

Towards prosperity

Vientiane is renewed and thriving.

Into the spring

Enter a new era

A song sounded.

Sing the future

A song sounded.

Sing the world

forever

Enter the spring and enter a new era.

Into the spring

Cangwuji

Melting of residual snow

Han Xi clarified.

The water waves churned.

Surging the auspicious of early spring.

Chaoyang pushed open Yumen and opened the window of Spring Festival travel rush.

The yellow river is calling

The ship is sailing and breaking the waves.

Yangtze river singing

Waves wash away quicksand.

Watching Mochou Lake rippling with blue waves.

Willow is long and green hills are stacked.

The spring rain wet the green waves in Yuan Ye.

Step by step, panic, every inch of sadness.

The bluebird flies to the paradise in spring.

The wind is not singing alone.

The tadpoles in the stream are full of frogs' longing.

The feather whistles of white pigeons and blue pigeons rang loudly in the wind.

Enjoy the warmth and kiss back with my red lips.

Peach blossoms hide their pines.

Lonely heart begins with wandering.

Branches and leaves sway into a kaleidoscope

Under the setting sun, the spring smoke is fragrant.

Pick up an old leaf

Pop up yesterday's autumn frost

Light a red candle

Into the spring

Green Yichun poplar

Into the spring

Despite the passage of time,

It's still in a hurry,

Without gloves

Wave goodbye with us.

Although winter is fleeting,

It's still breathing,

unwillingly

Say goodbye to the cold world.

When I went to bed last night,

I wiped the tears from the residual snow.

When I woke up this morning,

I breathe until early spring.

Comfortable and fresh air.

Who doesn't want to accept greetings from spring?

Who can stop the wind and rain and send spring home?

The smile of the spring breeze came face to face,

I feel a refreshing, warm comfort.

Hold Wan Shui Qian Shan's arm again.

Spring rain's lips are gentle,

Brought lingering humidity,

Kiss the waking earth again.

How I want to dance with the spring breeze,

Jump away all the unhappiness in the world.

How I want to borrow the tears of spring rain,

Wash away all the melancholy on people's faces.

The spring wind told me,

Don't complain about the relentless passage of time.

Chunyu told me,

Don't be trapped by time.

Painful memories.

……

Maybe the years are in a hurry,

Will take away your youth,

Can't take away your persistent affection.

Maybe don't dream vaguely,

Will haunt your melancholy meditation,

Can't haunt your courage to forge ahead.

Hold up a flower folding umbrella,

Let our shoulders stick together,

Mao Mao rain Feifei poured out,

It's what we said after we met again.

Pick up the iron plow,

Let's open all the hopes of spring,

Sow the seeds of the future,

Will roll out a wish.

Green fields.

Into the spring,

I am an open and honest spring breeze,

To climb every magnificent mountain.

Into the spring,

I am a continuous spring rain,

Rippling in every magnificent river.

Into the spring,

I am thunderbolt,

Shine every brilliant flame.

Into the spring,

I am the sunshine,

Embrace every green space,

Embrace what I love deeply.

Land.