The color of spring rain
The spring rain is continuous and the joy is light.
Anger poured down, desire,
Spring rain rustles, joy is a rainbow,
Hate for thunder, lust for color.
The rain and dew are glittering and translucent,
Flying and gesturing, I think,
Rain becomes a river, and a river becomes a river.
Run, move.
The rain is as thin as a needle and as thick as a stick.
Singing askew, I want to fall,
Thunder is like a roar, lightning is like a sword,
The sword and the howl are intertwined, and it is difficult to fill the valley.
Flowers bloom with yellow bones, grass grows with green onions,
Into nature, want to wake up,
Petunia hangs trees, lotus blooms,
Will be a onion, want to be charming.
The feeling of spring rain is not easy to get,
All for those who want to see spring.
Hello, Spring.
Spring is coming,
Grandpa Dong took away the vast snow and the biting wind.
Spring girl has the breath of spring.
Sister swallow,
Fly back to the north from the south,
Add a lot of color to the spring scenery,
Romantic energy.
The grass has changed again.
Green clothes,
It's like saying to people
Ah! What I've always wanted,
Spring has finally arrived.
It only rained a few times in Mao Mao.
Willow branches are like mothers,
Soft long hair,
Dance in the breeze.
Wheat seedlings that hibernate all winter,
Rubbed his sleepy eyes,
Looking at this ever-changing world curiously,
The wheat seedlings are full of vitality,
Try to catch up with the changing world.
The farmer's uncle's face is filled with a happy smile.
I also want to cheer up,
Forward, forward ...
spring
Spring is coming slowly.
Calm and gentle
These flowers open in the form of petals.
Yan Hong's cheeks are still smiling.
The grass is covered.
Green dress
one by one
gradually
It is the green wave on the vilen.
Walking on the path of spring-
With the endless tenderness of spring
Endless secret language
Trembling with huifeng.
the hearts connect with string
An ancient ballad
It attracted the laughter of the children. ...
The pace of early spring remains.
It is a bud on a branch.
It is a bud in the flower bed.
It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.
Thin mud hits people's soles.
Birds are singing spring poems.
A light blue breeze flows through your fingers.
Soft rain falls from my head. ...
A spring rain
Dance lightly and gracefully
spring rain
soft
transparent
Harmonious
The sky uses this needle-like thing
Weave into transparent cloth
Rain falls on the river.
Halo.
The circle spread out-
Add the breath of spring.
A gurgling stream
The rolling waves carry the fragrance of petals.
And the green of Ye Er.
Rush forward happily
Green spring water
Walk comfortably with the wind
Ripples—
Sometimes there are some thirsty swallows.
Dive down
Whoosh-
Take a sip of cool river water.
Fly high into the air again
It seems that spring water is a part of spring.
You can use it to turn over a new leaf
Even in dreams.
Recall the sound of spring water
in fact
I only know a little about spring.
I'm still superficial about spring.
Make it superficial.
I don't want to know what is in spring.
Let me keep it
A vague impression of spring, right?
The following is about reciting modern poems praising spring. Welcome to read! Spring is like a curious doll, decorating the earth and running. Spring is like an old farmer, laughing and walking all the way, spreading the hope of spring. Spring is like a strong young man. Wherever he goes, he is full of energy.