Modern Poetry Describing May Spring

Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation, and image management is more important than rhetoric application. Compared with ancient poetry, although they all feel things and reflect the soul, they completely break through the characteristics of ancient poetry, which are "gentle and sincere, with no complaints", and emphasize more on free and open, straightforward statements and intangible communication between reason and reason. Let's look at the scenery in May and spring.

A modern poem describing the spring in May 1 Early Spring

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sadness and dry tears.

Smile at the sun

Although there is no torrent of flowers yet

Wash away the shackles of winter

plastered

Floods in plains and canyons

Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet

Splash thousands of silver beads.

Scattered in the foggy dawn

Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait.

Once it thunders,

Dark clouds fled in a hurry.

That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.

Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.

Yes, it's still a little cold.

And cold troubles

If you listen carefully

On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.

Trembling valley

As if wailing together

But there are some little cuckoos.

Like a flame that can't be extinguished

Wen nuan Tian di

Even the clouds are no longer floating.

Let me put it this way, my friend.

The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.

Because it passed the final chill.

A modern poem describing the spring of May 2nd, Spring-a saint of nature.

The geese returned to the north.

Brought Mao Mao rain.

Awaken the green of the grass

The land that has been sleeping for four months.

Open your mouth and smile.

Catkin flying all over the sky

The cuckoo is chirping.

Cattle run everywhere.

There is a little life underground.

People's beloved baby

The spring breeze is warm and sunny.

Rivers and mountains laughed.

A hundred schools of thought contend, diving.

Accounts in farmers' hearts

Think about it and smile in your heart.

Modern poetry describes the spring in May.

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Your smile in the early summer of May

Bloom into another spring

Who still grows osmanthus on the moon?

On windy nights after windy nights.

The petal rain is brewing fragrance.

Honey, don't blame me for being stingy.

I'm so stingy that there are only hymns left.

On such a day, I still

In an agreed manner

Write your thoughts in a diary.

And split the diary into paper cranes.

The child has grown up.

Are we really old?

Birthday in May

The paper crane came with petals in its mouth.

Look at your eyes.

I can see clearly.

Spring in full bloom

The May 4th New Poetry describes spring to spring.

Living in this world

I have you with me.

You are a girl.

It's my sister

Over the years.

You always arrive on time.

Warm eyes

Cultivate our love.

Green frankincense

Increase our hopes

White clouds drift by.

Blue is at the top.

Look at the story of spring

You and me in the story

It smells good all the way.

You will always be a girl.

It's my sister

So thousands of reasons

Let me be willing

Living in this world

Modern poem 5 describes the spring in May and calls for spring.

Poetry, grass and snow

Call for spring

I dressed up as a snowflake.

Slip from the edge of winter

Through the gap between rain and snow

I see that all the eyes in spring are shining.

Always wanted to light up.

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The geese flying south chase the spring sun.

Come back soon, in order to catch up with this.

When the season comes, I put my pale soul

Buried in the green bud

Buried in the ground, Yingying came back to life.

/

Let the soul rise with the spring.

Listen, patches of grass, from the soil

The arched mouth makes an intoxicating green song.

The heart crawls on the wings of the wind.

Embrace the seven colors of spring sunshine.

Let the spring dream bloom

Bloom on a smiling face

Let an empty heart be filled with the fragrance of spring.

Erqifu spring

Pray! The spring of life

Say goodbye to the cold winter again.

The miracle of spring in frozen white.

Quietly arrival

/

In dark and painful times.

Put your hands together quietly.

Put it on the scarred chest.

Put them all in a pious way

For the sad tears left last night.

/

Let the pain of the body rage.

Take a new green leaf and fly to spring.

Peach blossom red, pear flower white, willow green.

Beautiful spring, warm package.

Vision and belief

/

Melting a pure and noble flower from the sky.

The soul of snowflakes.

Silent clouds

Time flies, across the nib of life.

Materialism, cheating.

Full of the world

My life became pure.

Light color paper

I can only write down my life's poverty.

Confused. Tears, dragging all the way.

A sick body, stumbling

I can't get out of my heart.

I am destined that life is the lonely flower.

In the blue sky, a white sad cloud

Away from the noise of the world

Silent clouds of rain and snow

On May 6th, modern poems describing spring ushered in spring.

I'm a magician,

Performing magic is my praise for spring.

Let embroidery needles spread all over the corner,

Throw layers of gauze into the wilderness.

I am a little painter,

Decorative colors are my worship of spring.

Watering clusters of flowers with colorful colors,

Decorate the mountain peaks with green.

I'm a musician,

Playing symphony is my love for spring.

Add a drop of rain to the music,

Please let the birds sing passionately.

Let's welcome spring,

Playing is our little wish,

May youth make public,

I hope to dream of flying in the future. ...

A modern poem describing the spring of May 7th.

When the extra train stops.

Spring, spring is coming.

/

The pace of spring is really heavy.

It is easy to put such a thick ice layer.

It will collapse. Since then.

Rapidly flowing water

Pentium in broad daylight.

/

Spring, spring, is really here.

Heavy snow in winter

The backlog of work is like a stone.

It looks really worrying.

How could this happen? Just for a few days.

You say no, it's gone.

Yes, the water in front of the eaves and the stream in the valley.

In a hurry, rush to the sea or

Fly quietly into the sky and dive into the earth.

/

Spring is coming, gently.

I don't think I have my rain gear.

I only stayed at the foot of the mountain for a while.

The top of the grass began to sprout.

It climbed to the top of the tree, it must be.

Otherwise, how could wicker sprout?

/

It comes in spring, really.

Look at the warm sunshine, like mother's arms.

Swallows can't be diligent.

Put mud on the drilling platform early, one grain at a time.

Pick it up and bring it into the couplet of the red lintel.

/

The cuckoo's cry in the empty valley

With surprises again and again.

My eldest brother and sister-in-law in my hometown

Penny lifted the plow in unison.

The seeds are ready, sowing one hope after another.

This is always the case. Love is this soft land.

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Spring, spring ......

A modern poem describing the spring of May 8 (Wu Ting)

Spring has finally arrived.

Flowers, trees and animals are awake.

Everything is full of vitality.

The birds flew back from the south.

Busy squirrels are no longer busy storing pine cones.

The clumsy bear stopped sleeping soundly

Birds sing without sleeping.

The little monkey jumped from tree to tree.

Baby bear began to look in every hive.

The river has thawed.

The trees began to sprout.

The figure of the farmer is busy sowing seeds.

Spring is warmer than summer.

Spring is greener than autumn.

Spring is more affectionate than winter.

Why don't I love spring?