1, a modern poem about spring
Who painted a huge oil painting called Spring?
But the creator's giant pen is magnificent
Vientiane is renewed, and spring blossoms nourish everything.
Created a legend full of happiness.
Eulogize the vitality of life and bloom the beauty of life.
There is a touching picture, fresh and meaningful.
The grass is intoxicated and the dance is gorgeous in the east wind.
Arouse the fragrance of peach blossom and plum blossom.
Empty self-appreciation, it dances wildly.
But I don't know, I put up with the ice and snow in the dead of winter.
Just to announce the arrival of spring at the last moment of life
Snowflakes dance wildly at the expense of death.
Inch white embellishes the beauty of spring flowers.
The daylights out, but the last life is rendered into a hundred flowers.
Never forget the legend of the messenger of spring
Beautiful spring is the most beautiful spring flower.
Until the grass is hidden and slender.
Natural jade is embedded in a single bell, and ice and snow are muscles.
Stealing incense intoxicated the dancing bees and butterflies.
Dominate the spring and bloom the miracle of life without regrets.
I am intoxicated in the spring breeze.
Listen to the sound of flowers.
Sing the most beautiful divine comedy of nature
Waiting for the four seasons to cycle quietly.
Write the miracle of life silently
2. Modern Poetry about Spring 2
Who will it be that spring?
You explore this beautiful problem in winter.
Mountain ridge quietly didn't speak.
The earth has opened its broad mind.
You asked about the river.
Ask the saint
Turn over a lot of words
Can't find a satisfactory answer
Grass grows year after year.
Flowers bloom every year.
Many stories about God.
There are different things.
In the most difficult and difficult time
Your bones have been strong for years;
Labor is the soul of spring.
Happiness is the flower of spring.
3. Modern Poetry about Spring III
When I wrote February, these were all in color.
Just like the lyrics of a song, colorful notes.
Just like the preface of a book, a ballet of language.
Like the face of a teenage girl, and like the eyes of youth.
Honey, it's spr.
I wrote a sincere poem with peach blossoms.
A hillside decorated with your watch.
February stationery, my heart, and a smiling purple butterfly.
Dear, there is no holiday for you.
I can only draw a reunion on the green grass with willow branches.
I painted vibrant green and fragrant flowers.
Draw the warm sun of singing and dancing.
Dancing in your field
February is a soft tree to which you are attached.
A skirt rolled up the curtain of spring.
All over the floor, colorful for you, dear.
Let me compose flowers into poems.
Be the most beautiful chapter in your heart.
Always in the spring when I met you.