Poetry for the second grade of junior high school: Spring is about to end_800 words

Late spring is coming, and the beauty of spring is about to end

Purple flower stems, with a melancholy look

Tell the wind and slowly retreat into seclusion

Green grass Dancing blue waves

The peach blossoms have fallen, and the petals have shrunk into the face of an old man

Oh, under the spring light, the ground is covered with withered yellow< /p>

The earliest fruit shows its first glory

This is the self-rejoicing of the winner

The poor flower was robbed by the green shadow

< p>Her beauty was once amazed

The color of the water blends with the fragrance of the sky, the wings of the swan

Soaring in the blue sky, the birds and insects curling up in the forest

A carefree moment, like a cloud occupying the sky

Like blue water filled with white ornaments

Beauty dominates, this usurped goddess of liberty

You ravage the spring breeze at will, all because of your beauty

You ***, roaming the heavens

Even the thunder is afraid of you

Being subdued by a storm, it turns out that the heart can be born like this

Your appearance gradually fades away, unable to arouse any desire

Chasing you to the end, only to find that it is in vain

I will run with you until the flowers fade

Pick up a piece of residual fragrance and play the role of a wanderer

Be a complete experiencer

When I shed the last ray of light

On the rose, my soul is at peace

No longer let passion hate the branches

The last morning is evacuating

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The ballet of confidance decays towards the east

This burning spring light destroys me

The dew wets your beautiful skirt, and the stamens

< p>Fantasy about the arrival of a pink era

Looking forward to a spring rain that no one cares about

The spring light flows away, and the flowers bloom

The blossoming flowers are forced to The demonic eyebrows

Destroy love, it turns out that the first bloom is as shocking as the fall

Floating in the middle of the rocks, overflowing with fragrance

The summer Fascinated, the passion of the scorching sun

How can it compete with your delicate snow body

The trees are lush and the flowers are withered

The beauty in beauty, the intoxication after intoxication

Let this premature show off be filled with sadness

Oh, spring, it is you who bring romance to the coast

Place your fantasy on a deserted island with moonlight.

The whole spring is like an endless fire

I am your love

I am your only eulogist, let the God of Beauty

< p> Get drunk here and get close to the admired twilight

Above you, dancing lightly, is a dancer

You should know the melody like music

You should not waste your youth arbitrarily

A low voice comes from the sky

Explore the depth of the water

When the roots are broken, the flowers and branches will die

You died violently, and the coldness of the blue sky

will be your illumination in your later years

Showing the highest part of your wisdom

You left, taking with you infinite tender words

The spring breeze cannot wake you up for the time being

Once the north wind passes, it is your grace that shows again

This It is the last elegy, although it is full of affection

But it is as cold as frost, and it will only break the delicate ones

There is no reason to meet again, this is the highest will of heaven

I will no longer compete with you

Let me go, I am tired

I will no longer worship your brilliant look

I will wither like this, That skylark

pecked me in its mouth and spit out the last seed on the ground

Eventually it grew into a tree so big that you couldn’t blow it off