The modern poems imitating spring are as follows:
1. "Spring"
Author: Ai Qing.
It’s spring, and the peach blossoms in Longhua are blooming.
On those nights, on those blood-stained nights.
Those nights were starless, and those nights were windy.
Those nights I listened to the widow’s sobs, and this ancient land.
At any time, he is like a hungry beast, licking the blood of young people.
The blood of the tenacious son of man passed through the long winter.
After the season of ice and snow, after the infinite sleepy expectations.
These bloodstains, stains of blood, in the mythical night.
In the dark night of the East, countless buds burst open.
Spring is everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River. People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: From the tombs in the suburbs.
2. "Facing the sea, spring flowers bloom"
Author: Haizi.
From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood, and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and the flowers are blooming in spring.
From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness.
What the happy lightning told me, I will tell everyone.
Give every river and every mountain a warm name, stranger, and I will bless you too.
May you have a bright future and may your lover eventually get married.
I wish you happiness in this world. I just want to face the sea and the spring flowers will bloom.
3. "Early Spring"
Author: Shu Ting.
Friends, it’s spring, drive away sorrow and wipe away tears.
Smiling towards the sun, although there is no flood of flowers yet.
The shackles of winter are broken away, and the fragrance of intoxication rushes out.
It floods in plains and mountain valleys, although there are no bird songs and waterfalls yet.
Thousands of silver beads splashed up and scattered in the misty dawn.
Rolling down the avenue at dusk, but wait.
Once the thunder breaks out, the dark clouds flee in panic.
That is the most beautiful and best dream, and it may come gloriously overnight.
There is still a chill and frost-like worries.
If you listen carefully, the strong wind is still howling on Wulao Peak.
The trembling valley seems to be howling together.
But there are already a few small cuckoos, like unquenchable flames.
It makes the heaven and earth warm, and even the clouds no longer float.
Friends, let us say that spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it has passed the final cliffhanger.