Modern Poetry with the Theme of Spring Rhyme

I like metrical poems, but I don't want to be limited by the plainness and elegance in metrical poems. Recently, I have written something that feels like modern poetry. I want to find another way to break the traditional shackles and communicate with my poetry friends. I hope my friends will criticize and guide me more.

Spring comes early in February,

Wild green grass.

The river ice gradually melts,

Kingfishers are singing in the branches.

Peach blossoms in March,

Spring rain comes with the wind.

Farmers are busy farming,

These geese fly back and forth in droves.

Pears are white in April,

Mourning in front of Qingming tomb.

Borrow wine to send thoughts,

The moon shadows wander alone.

May and spring will pass,

These buildings are lush.

The mountains and rivers are vast,

Blue sky and white clouds.

June childhood music,

Fish are frolicking in the water waves.

Butterflies kiss the stamens,

Dragonflies and lotus flowers rise and fall.

The sun is burning in July,

The earth is like a hot pot.

Iraqis carry umbrellas,

It's hot in summer and there's nowhere to hide.

The wheat harvest season in August,

The branches bear fruit.

The moon is round at 15: 00,

How lonely it is to miss your loved ones.

On a sunny September day,

The cool colors are stronger in autumn.

A drop of frost and dust dew,

Maple leaves are all over the mountain.

October sleet,

The northern grassland is cold.

Jiangnan is still warm,

Water town reflection boat.

November is freezing,

The leaves are all withered.

At this moment, the bird flew away.

The stars are thin and the moon is hazy.

In the winter of1February,

It snowed for a while.

White hair hanging from the branches,

The ground is covered with silver.

Everything is new in January,

Every family has a lantern.

Stick couplets on the lintel,

There are firecrackers everywhere.

Chunkong

If the spring sky is like a dream,

Time flies, and dreams are around.

The world of mortals falls, the shadows fall,

Born to die. Look at Yun Fan.

time

Every day, every minute,

It's getting worse every year.

Life is fleeting,

Children's dreams are ancient.