I made up the poem praising spring by myself. Spring is the season when everything revives. Many people like the flowers in spring, the cool spring breeze and the return of Chun Yan, and have written many beautiful poems for them. Let me take you through those poems that praise spring.
I wrote the poem praising spring myself. 1
Poetry one
The fields in spring
Spring breeze is like a wish.
Birds sing and flowers give off fragrance.
Happiness is rippling in my heart.
Continuous spring rain
Touch people's heartstrings
Like a million twisted lines
Encourage people to dream everywhere.
Continuous spring rain
Moisturize the land and countryside
Water flowers and bloom.
Arouse people's thoughts
Poetry 2
Chuntianhang
Huge earth wind
Blowing green fields is the footsteps of spring, light.
Swallows fly from the south.
Fall under the eaves of northerners
In that warm nest, there is a constant chatter.
Flowers, wild flowers are in full bloom.
The willow is spreading its branches and leaves.
Little by little, the bud is in place.
That's a spring pen.
Describe this beautiful world
Look, sparrows are flying around.
Singing cheerful songs in the sky
I wrote the poem praising spring myself. Two poems written by myself in spring.
Poetry one
Go for an outing >
I took my sister for an outing,
Peach blossom is smiling.
My sister was all smiles,
Xinghua said I can't.
Poetry 2
Spring is coming to us,
The ice and snow melted,
Flowers and plants are very fragrant.
Spring is coming to us,
Here comes the swallow,
The river has already boiled.
Spring is coming to us,
The world has another color.
Poetry three
Ideas are always associated with seasons.
Like a soft silk thread
Beautiful spring, just one word.
Makes people think.
Beautiful spring, just a glimpse.
It makes people feel uneasy.
That touch of sunset purple
Blindly fragrant like medicine
Let Jiangnan Jiangbei become a beautiful place.
There is no need to be flat.
Beautiful spring has its own pulsating rhythm.
No need to splash ink
Beautiful spring has its own stretch.
Ziyan twitters
Singing oriole
This is a flowing landscape.
Never mind that there is no eternity.
A moment's possession is enough
Don't care, don't hold hands.
The moment of youth is happy.
In the season of reincarnation
The fruit of those leaves.
Looking back on this beautiful spring,
Eventually, time will be amazed.