Four Seasons Modern Poetry 1 Spring is an intoxicating and yearning season; The fragrance of flowers and the freshness of the air make you stop and savor.
Summer is a warm and unrestrained season; It's fun to have a cool breeze and a cold drink at the seaside.
Autumn is a charming and deep season; It selflessly dedicates its harvest and maturity to people, and you can feel its beauty and happiness.
Winter is a silvery white world; The happiness it brings to children is infinite; Make a snowman and have a snowball fight; Left a wonderful childhood for people.
Ah, four seasons! How many monotonous memories you have painted with beautiful colors. Ah, four seasons! You left encouragement and hope for many people who had been desperate.
Modern Poetry in Four Seasons 2 Evergreen in Four Seasons,
Everything around you,
It constitutes a scene of evergreen seasons.
Spring is a vibrant season.
Winter jasmine, magnolia, peach blossom and pear blossom in the garden. ...
Everyone laughed,
Grandma's strawberries and loquats,
Stick your head out slowly.
Summer is a burning season.
Lotus in the lotus pond, lotus leaf, lotus flower,
Wave to us,
Pomegranate trees on the roadside also have "red faces".
Autumn is a sunny season.
The cool autumn wind brings the joy of harvest.
Sweet mango, crystal clear grapes,
I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering.
Winter is a "sparkling" season.
The cold winter wind makes flowers, grass,
Hide under the covers every day and don't want to come out.
Only Chimonanthus praecox is not afraid of the cold and blooms quietly. ...
Modern Four Seasons Poems 3 Memories of Autumn
Those drops of water you forgot,
This is a memory that I have always cherished.
Keywords fallen leaves, lawn, drizzle,
Hiding your scenery.
Somehow, when we met,
From then on, I was reluctant to leave.
You said, you are in the wind,
The wind blew and rippled,
You just fell into my heart.
Winter fades away.
How can I expect, how can I not understand,
How can I not quietly hide out of my sight?
I'm just traveling, I'm just choosing,
Decorate your way with endless flowers.
I was just waiting, just waiting,
Waiting for the night, before waking up,
Do you look back occasionally?
Spring is like a dream.
Warm wind,
Bring warmth after a long separation,
Strolling through the cheeks, wrinkling the pale blue night sky,
Wider than the sea, hero of the mountain,
It makes my heart throb.
Encounter, blooming smile,
Vague memories swirled in my mind,
Is this just a real dream?
Xia Yu
Cann't stop insisting,
After all, in my heart,
Silence like a quiet sleep.
The wind has passed and the tears have run out.
The rain poured down,
Melody without notes,
Flowing in the fog of disillusionment,
Will only be remembered by people far away,
Everything was beautiful in that short meeting.
Beyond the expectation of the seasonal cycle, I can only look up at the sky.
Modern poetry in the four seasons of April,
With the wind and rain,
Walking quietly, the new clothes of the earth are colorful.
There are bursts of flowers from time to time.
Flowers and trees are hidden in the calm lake.
The wind is still blowing,
Rain, still raining,
Clouds, still floating.
Spring is green,
Because spring is so beautiful.
In summer,
With the sunshine,
Walking slowly,
The sun shines silently on the earth,
A burst of warmth came,
A beam of light,
Cicada is chirping.
In summer, it is yellow.
Because the Huang Zhao of the sun touches the earth.
Autumn,
With the joy of harvest,
Come on.
Fresh fruit smells good,
There are apples hanging on the book.
Sorghum is red,
Wheat is yellow.
Autumn is red,
Because, the farmer's uncle showed a red smile on his face.
In winter,
Accompanied by snowflakes,
Walking happily,
Snowflakes are flying in the air,
Fall to the ground,
There was a smile on the children's faces.
Snowflakes quilt trees and houses.
In winter, it is white,
Because on the hillside, the city on the ground is white.
Modern Four Seasons Poetry 5 "Ode to the Four Seasons"
In spring,
With new shoots and continuous spring rain,
And the warm spring breeze.
Bring someone.
The joy of spring.
In summer,
There are flowers and blazing sunshine,
Cicada sings briskly,
Bring someone.
Happiness in summer.
Autumn,
Fruits are heavy, ears of wheat are heavy,
Falling maple leaves,
Bring someone.
The joy of autumn.
In winter,
A world of snow,
Crackling firecrackers,
Bring someone.
The beauty of winter.
Ah, the Four Seasons Hotel,
I praise you!
Modern Four Seasons Poetry 6 "The Wind of the Four Seasons"
I like the blue sky.
I like the clear lake.
I like beautiful birds.
But what I like best is the wind of the four seasons.
The spring breeze blows through the willow branches.
Blow her graceful body.
Xia Feng crossed the ocean.
Stir up huge waves
Autumn wind swept the orchard in spring.
When the green of life
Climb up my door.
Tell me the news of the wanderer's return.
Butterflies are dancing in the garden
Pebbles awakened from hibernation
It turns out that I have been dreaming for a long time.
The sweetness of the beginning of the year
Four Seasons Modern Poetry 7 sound of spring
Spring never begrudges its smile,
Her whole body exudes lilac elegance.
It comes with the wind,
Open your arms, wave your slender hands,
Sprinkle green on the earth,
Put the flowers on the branches,
Peach blossoms and red cheeks,
Dye the pear's face white,
Dyed the braid of winter jasmine yellow.
Xia zhimeng
He came wearing green leaves,
With joy, with calmness,
The happiest day with the children.
-Children's Day.
Summer is thick, and the breeze caresses the willows.
In the sound of cicadas, evening comes quietly.
I often wake up from my dreams,
Staring at the dark blue night sky,
Watch quietly, quietly ...
The rhythm of autumn
In this season,
Perhaps the most beautiful is not the field,
Perhaps the last thing is not people's laughter,
Perhaps the most fragrant is not osmanthus,
The brightest may not be the sun.
For autumn,
The most beautiful thing is to give others happiness;
At most, it is refreshing to others;
The most fragrant thing is its breath;
The brightest thing is its heart.
Who is the best?
She is our lovable "autumn".
The soul of winter
It brings a clean and white world,
Snow, Yushu Yin Hua,
Put the quilt on the ground.
The wheat seedlings sleep under the quilt.
Dreaming of its harvest.
Which season do you like best?
I like them all.
Modern Poetry of Four Seasons Chapter 8 About Four Seasons
In spring,
You are like a naughty and happy painter.
With your magic pen,
Put a new green dress on the earth.
On that endless green robe,
Draw small flowers,
Add small trees,
We need to order some more butterflies.
No wonder people like you so much.
In summer,
You are like a passionate boy,
A warm hug,
It warms the air.
The bird doesn't know where to hide,
The grass also bowed its head shyly,
Even the clouds,
As if afraid of the scorching heat,
Disappear without a trace.
Autumn,
You're like a fairy in a golden dress,
Brush away the heat of the hot sun with the sleeves that float lightly,
And use wide clothes to keep people out of the cold.
People like autumn,
Love the beautiful autumn wind,
I like the smell of autumn fruits.
It is autumn that makes farmers' smiles particularly bright.
In winter,
You are a dying old man,
Stumbling, suffering from the storm,
But I still don't change my love for nature.
You see,
On winter wheat seedlings,
It's a quilt covered in winter,
Under a deciduous tree,
What is cultivated in winter is winter fertilizer.
When the footsteps of spring come,
You must suddenly leave, leave life and hope,
Save it for the new year.