Modern Poetry in Spring 1 I have an appointment with Spring
Gentle spring,
Came into my life.
Cold ice,
This seems to be a thing of the past.
Willow is wearing a brand-new green dress.
Because it has an appointment with spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
The willow is twisted,
Soft waist,
What charming lines.
Wandering to the extreme.
Dance to your heart's content;
Pomegranate flowers are all wearing pomegranate skirts.
Because it has an appointment with spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
Pomegranate blushes,
Laugh in the dark
The swallow put on a tuxedo.
Yao Yao is here.
Because it has an appointment with spring.
Yan Wu,
Yan Wu,
Singing and dancing;
I came in a hurry,
Because I have an appointment with Spring.
Modern Poetry in Spring 2 "Footprints of Spring"
Look, the little squirrel is finally here!
Jump and jump happily.
Look, the swallows are flying back!
The song of spring cries;
The clothes on people's bodies,
Getting thinner and thinner;
The fluff on small animals,
Less and less.
Listen, the rustling spring rain,
Moistening the grass by the river;
Listen, gentle spring breeze,
Wake up all the little animals!
Across the field,
Surrounded by golden rape blossoms;
Through the city,
Surrounded by green camphor trees.
Smell, roadside. Little flower,
They all smell good;
Smell, warm air,
Contains the fragrance of the sun ...
Look, the river has thawed!
Flowing happily;
Look, it's getting warmer and warmer.
We dance happily!
Modern Poetry in Spring 3 "I am a light rain in spring"
I am a drizzle in spring,
I first tell people that spring is coming,
I woke up everything with the sound of Didi.
Everything will grow rapidly under my guidance.
I don't stay in the sky for a moment.
I am a drizzle in spring,
It was the earth that gave me life,
I also want to give it back to the earth.
But I have no regrets.
I can dress the earth green,
But I died without regret.
My sacrifice can make the earth colorful,
This is my greatest wish.
I am a drizzle in spring,
Every drop of my sweat,
Is the spirit of the earth,
It is the dew of all things.
I am a drizzle in spring,
Although I come and go in a hurry and my life is short,
But I am happier, because I can bring happiness to others.
Modern Poetry of Spring 4 "Spring"
spring
It's a beautiful little girl.
It likes to do magic.
Waving a wand
changed
Fresh grass, beautiful flowers
I lost my thick clothes.
spring
It's a naughty little girl.
It likes painting.
Waving crayons
Wipe a touch of sky blue
Lit the green leaves.
spring
It's a lovely little girl.
It likes singing.
Open your sweet mouth
Breathe out hibernating animals gently.
It's called migratory birds from the far north.
Miss chun
Whatever you like.
It's my favorite.
Because I believe
Your career-
Great and noble
Modern Poetry 5 "Rape Flowers" in Spring
The dark world suddenly broke down.
In the country, on the hillside by the pond.
Thousands of golden ribbons.
I don't want to miss every time I stare at you.
You are the softest painting on the surface of the earth.
You are the strongest heart sound in March.
The grand rally shook the mountains.
Wake up, the river has provoked peaches and plums.
Smiling face and dancing soul
Farmers swim in the golden ocean.
Eyes swaying, fruitful.
The light rain in March is not enough for you.
The breeze in March is not as fragrant as you.
The sun in March is ashamed to see you.
In March, Qingqing was drunk with you.
Modern Poetry in Spring 6 "Sand: Spring"
Those who praised me and guided me in the past
Now you betray me.
A desolate desert in the distance.
The past was an endless grassland.
I am a grain of sand hidden in the poet's eyes.
Follow the poet to the place where the gravel walks.
When the wind blows.
I am eager to start my own trip.
But sigh the poet's baptism without any emotion.
I became sentimental sand.
Continue to bury the last bit of green on the grassland.
The Modern Poetry of Spring 7 "Spring Rain Transit"
Why wait for an unexpected encounter?
Or meet in a wet corner.
Looking forward to a windy season
Under the prediction of barren emptiness
Dandelions grow wings.
I pushed the dark clouds out in despair.
Trying to find a river across the mountains.
My bleeding youth
Branches and vines have long been rendered this spring.
Say goodbye again.
Only one night's spring rain visit.
The modern poem of spring 8 "Spring is as beautiful as a fairy"
Yang Liu Dian Shang
Here comes a girl.
A girl as beautiful as a lotus flower
Her figure is graceful and elegant.
As beautiful and gentle as autumn water, yet dignified.
The morning sun shone on her rosy face.
It is particularly charming in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
She, it's urgent.
Where are you going?
She is a butterfly from the north.
Wandering, will return by the wind.
We met at dusk.
Separated in the sunset.
As noble, elegant and independent as lotus.
Where does the spring breeze blow?
Where does she weave spring?
Spring's Modern Poetry 9 "Spring"
Green lake
Can't afford beautiful ripples.
Continuous spring rain
Quiet, beautiful and melodious
Walk through Jiangnan
I am just a white cloud.
Passing village
There is the coolness of my passing by.
Whenever the breeze blows
Will be inseparable from me.