Modern poetry describing the vernal equinox

On the vernal equinox, the weather is fine, the air is fresh and people laugh. The days are long and the nights are short. The temperature is getting higher today, so take off your cotton-padded jacket. Birds are singing happily in the branches, one after another, very lively. Children run on the green grass, and people are more beautiful among flowers. Below I have compiled modern poems about the vernal equinox for you, so that we can feel the beauty of poetry together.

Modern poetry describing the vernal equinox 1, spring

Rain-soaked parks and bare trees,

The air is filled with a faint scent of spruce.

The bushes show a faint red color.

Some yellow leaves, showing

The last trace of last autumn.

White shimmer. Ge Liang Shao is angry.

Yes, they don't have umbrellas.

Silence. What does all this remind people of?

Although spring seems far away.

Step 2 bid farewell to the scenery

Text/Vislavin Posca

I don't blame spring,

It appears again.

I won't blame,

Because, year after year,

It performs its duties.

I know, my sadness.

Doesn't stop the new green.

The blades are just in the wind.

bend down

See something that will make

Clusters of alders rustled by the water,

It won't bring me pain.

I got a message,

lakeshore

Still beautiful, just like before—

Like when you were alive.

I don't dislike it.

This view,

This sunny bay.

I can even imagine,

At this moment,

Not us, but two people.

Sitting on a fallen birch trunk.

I respect their rights:

Whispering, laughing,

Fall into a happy silence.

I even decided,

They are bound together by love,

He stretched out a strong arm.

Hold her in your arms.

Maybe it's a newly hatched bird.

The reeds rustled.

I sincerely hope that.

They can hear.

Say goodbye to the scenery

I'm not asking.

Changes in spray,

Sometimes they are fast, sometimes they are slow,

Do not obey my orders.

I am interested in the depth of the lake near the forest.

Without any expectations,

At first it was green,

Then it turns blue,

Finally, it got dark again.

There is only one thing I disagree with:

Let me come back here.

I give up-

The privilege of survival.

I live longer than you, that's enough.

That's enough for me.

Miss you in the distance.

Spring is coming, and the moon is high in the sky.

Text/Feynman Pessoa

Spring has come and the moon is high in the sky.

I think of you and my heart is intact.

A breeze blew towards me through the hazy Yuan Ye.

I think of you and whisper your name. I am not me anymore: I am happy.

Come tomorrow, take a walk with me and pick flowers on the Yuan Ye.

I will accompany you for a walk on the Yuan Ye and watch you pick flowers.

I see you picking flowers with me on the Yuan Ye tomorrow.

But when you come tomorrow, you will really take a walk with me and pick flowers together.

For me, it will be a pleasure and a novelty.

4. Spring

Four Seasons Hotel Haruka

-Dedicated to Juanjuan.

Text/Zhang Zao

One day your noisy voice

A virtual circle rose along the long telephone line.

I'm here and I think you're over there. Where are you?

In the soft sunshine, you are wearing thin clothes in pink.

Thick hair hangs freely in the wind outside the window.

How uneasy your eyes are when the distant breath comes.

As uneasy as a seed, dear.

I was surprised to see you walking in that strange direction.

Melting clouds cling to you.

I want to tell you that everything has changed since then.

Without the old man and the kite, the plane tree left coldly.

The road has completely changed. I smoked one cigarette after another-

Hold you tight, and I look at the approaching clouds in the distance in a hurry.

You said this was the first and last day.

Everything is budding. Why do you ask me?

You said there were thousands of new leaves floating in the air.

You keep shaking me, shaking me, you have to.

Stretch your body and let me imagine the movements of birds.

You want me to sprout, you want me to be close, close.

Stick it on my face with your slightly swollen white soap.

5. Bright moments

Text/Nishikawa

What is extremely precious is that brilliant moment.

Come back to my heart in the winter depression

In a northern city.

I am overwhelmed by life.

Mingli is a cigarette and a lyric song.

What makes people shine is the boy's pure voice and his guitar.

Bright and beautiful is a cloud in front of the door and a flower in front of the window.

What is bright is the torrent of sunlight rolling in the street.

Mingli is a young woman in high spirits.

What is bright is that you fly happily.

It was you who stopped at dusk.

Call my name

I heard this call.

This phone call makes me yearn for it

And I stand under the buttonwood and look at you from a distance.

Appear in the crowd and die like a shadow.

It's a beautiful night in late spring.

How wonderful it is that you walked past me.

You give me a sense of the coming shower.

I brought this feeling to the night of1February.

6. "Flowers bloom on the snowy mountain"

Text/MCA

The grass is green on the mountain, and peach blossom powder is gone below;

The peach blossom powder on the mountain is gone, and the wild orchid under the mountain is purple;

The wild orchids on the mountain are purple, and the rhododendrons on the mountain are yellow.

The azaleas on the mountain are yellow, and the roses on the mountain are red.

The young man who stole a nap woke up at the edge of the highland barley field, and the flowers on the snowy mountain had already bloomed.

7. Xiaonanzhuang

Text/Ma Yan

Xiaonanzhuang is low-lying and walks all the way.

There is sand all the way. The water is covered with duckweeds,

Silver flowers are falling in the air. What about the fish seller?

Watching his frozen basket, frost hit his eyebrows.

Someone is singing again, someone is holding a red orange,

Pass by while the iron is hot. Children don't know.

Much transformed, reading folk songs in a dark room.

8. Spring Sleepiness

Text/num

The light on my back is dark green, a little darker than my dream, and there is spring.

Peach blossoms bloom neatly, and every time it rains outside the temple, it looks white and red.

Intermittent pedestrians such as rolling dew, gathering and scattering, forehead

A little wider than the moonlight, just suitable for a new silkworm to toss and turn, sleepless at night.

9. vernal equinox

Simisu iron

Pink Li Bai

Shaded willows and blooming flowers ―― beautiful scenery

Swallows should come back.

This is a festival for farmers.

A long gloomy sky

Suddenly become very cute.

This has nothing to do with happiness.

Self-motivated hoofs without whipping

That's the tail of the spring breeze that the old cow wants to catch.

Poets are like mushrooms after rain.

Line by line, extremely rough text.

The dream of exquisite shanzhai people

10, modern poetry, vernal equinox

Eternal streamer

Divided into day and night, spring and autumn, Tai Chi.

Jiangshan is like a dream, the most lyrical stroke.

Sing a euphemistic and enchanting, lively and fragrant song.

Write scrolls and paint misty rain, and get drunk.

Half asleep, like a spring.

A gurgling, fresh and smart.

Divide the flowers and help the willows, and drink through the window.

A detailed analysis of the article, travel by candlelight.

Rain or shine, it's warm and cold at first sight, so I want to talk about it.

Broken clouds, swallows, talking flowers.

1 1, spring, ten Haizi

Text/Haizi

In spring, all ten Haizi came back to life.

In the bright scenery

Laugh at this savage and sad Haizi

How long have you slept?

In spring, ten Haizi growled in a low voice.

Dance and sing beside you with me.

Tear up your black hair, ride on you and fly away, dusty.

The pain of your division is all over the earth.

In spring, Haizi, a savage and vengeful man.

This is the only one left, the last one.

This is children of the night, immersed in winter, dying.

I can't help myself. I love the empty and cold countryside.

The grain there was piled high and covered the windows.

Half of them live in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six.

Half of it is used for agriculture and self-breeding.

Strong winds blow from east to west and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn.

What exactly do you mean by dawn?

12, vernal equinox

-clock

The spring breeze awakened my dream.

The villagers got up early and were busy offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

Soak a cup of Lycium barbarum water before going to bed last night.

It's already cold in the wind

A short sleep

Some dreams stay in an empty skull.

A turning point last year.

The glass shattered on the ground.

All kinds of cups hint at me from the window.

You need a cup for coins.

Comfort yourself with patterns

How can the heart escape eternal fate?

The song leaves of expectation.

Come out of the window like wind and rain

The subtle touch comes from the inside of the shell.

Keep your voice down.

Like a silent flower in the night, without closing my eyes.

Look at the red lantern in the distance calmly.

Although the fate of time is drifting away

After waking up from a dream

The sun still shines on the villages on the earth.

Lianjing Lake 13

-clock

Tadpoles detect footsteps in spring.

I have been wandering for a long time.

Before they hear the sound

Talk about the clarity and turbidity of water in detail.

Bamboo stationed by the lake bends over to fish.

Fish in the water

The fish faced calmly.

The ashes of the Spring Festival fireworks

On the lake full of water hyacinths

How much does the duck have in mind?

No one understands the pain of anxiety.

Raindrops gradually fell in the gloomy sky.

Cleaning the wound for Lianjing Lake

Floating objects that have lived in the water for a long time.

Continue to expand and grow

With the nourishment of rain

Relying on the whirlpool of ignorance and desire

Only the bamboo on the shore saw through all this.

The old tree shed bitter tears.

Think back many years ago

Cows bathe in the beautiful lake.

The villagers washed clothes by the water.

Eyes are not disturbed by crazy plants.

Look up at the deep sky

A morning glory fell quietly.

The lake added beautiful dust.

14, spring fog

-clock

The branches outside the window are entangled in thick fog.

Birds are looking for mysterious spring worms.

I woke up before the birds sang.

The visions in the dream were cleared one by one.

The ant climbed into the glass.

Sweet red dates attract a keen sense of taste.

Let them continue to return to earth in search of food.

When I close the window

The gecko's tail was broken by the window frame.

The rain soaked its body.

I can't forget the impulse at that time

Fog floating on the lake

A waterfowl flew out of the water.

Like a confusing flame in a dream.

The light went out at once.

The sky presents a scene of snow.

Spit out the jujube stones.

Feed the hungry chickens

A crisp and loud voice.

Light forces the clouds back.

The words on the white paper jumped up.

Like a sober butterfly among flowers.