I smell the air fresh.
Spring sunshine is like gold,
The water in the pool is like silver.
Are deeply imprinted in my heart.
The beauty of spring,
Because of Miss Chun's naughty behavior,
It was she who spilled paint on the floor.
Everything is coming back to life, very beautiful.
But it's even more magical in the sun.
Seeing the running chicken,
The children are playing under the tree.
Pedestrians on the road are breathing greedily.
I really want to catch my breath,
Relieve my stress, but I can't give up.
When we are all playing,
Some people are working silently,
That is the hardworking farmer's uncle.
In autumn, the crops are ripe,
This is the harvest of labor.
Spring Modern Poetry 2: Are you still looking for memories written in your bones? mother
Yes, if all the flowers in the mountain burn.
Enough to remove 70 years of wind and frost from your head.
If this warm mountain wind
Really from the fairy tale world
It is enough to blow out the worries that have been buried in my heart for many years.
But now, the warm sunshine is real.
The clay pot in your hand and the joy of shaking in it are real.
The picture of spring ploughing on the hillside is true.
True, and my son's distant gaze.
A kite touched by the gentle hand of my little grandson.
And the ringing laughter by the mountain stream.
Mom, I know you have walked out of the bone flower with broken steps.
The flowers in front of you, one for two.
The fragrance brewing in my heart is one after another.
So, what kind of fragrance will you use to cover this Shan Ye?
Guy Shan Ye is as beautiful as the flowers in front of him.
What innocence will you walk into?
Become a permanent memory of Shan Ye.
Mom, you smiled.
Grasp the wrinkles of the years and you will smile.
Your smile turned out to be spring.
This is a heavy, heavy and unforgettable spring. ...
Spring Modern Poetry 3 Happiness is buried by pain, and hope is like decay.
Flowers are shattered by seasons, and reality is like a building block.
The compacted grave is located across the road.
The pale street lamp blinded my eyes.
The cold wind struck and stabbed the soul of the night.
The world is fuzzy, panic, elegy and purification.
In this noisy day, the sky is dizzy.
The crazy earth fell down in the dance.
Ghosts are howling. After vanity occupied the soul,
The rust on the cross slipped down.
Decadent and brilliant. The cross cannot be dragged.
A skeleton full of desire
The wind is blowing and the trees are melancholy.
Spring disappears in the wind.
Spring hesitates in the cold.
Want to run into it crazily
The fatigue of the sky in silence
That bitterness, that helplessness
How exciting!
I can't be so selfish!
I can't just leave the wine in the wind!
Wash your muddy eyes quickly!
Can we make the earth we live in sad day by day?
Jesus Christ. Who gave us vanity?
Let's spend freely between heaven and earth to meet our needs!
Spirit of night, spirit of light.
Open your painful scar quickly!
Let helplessness and hope be exposed in broad daylight!
Let us wake up in a daze!
Don't forget the shadows that have settled in your mind.
There are still huge lives groaning and wanting to fight with us.
Don't be content with tomorrow.
I don't want vanity.
Modern poetry in spring 4. The ethereal elf put on Joan's dress.
The slowly rotating soul shook Ona's body,
Releasing the faint fragrance of spring,
Feathers to spread dreams,
In the destination that has been pursued, yearned for and trudged since ancient times,
Swim and suck freely.
Into pieces of floc,
Embrace sadness, elegance, fragrance, reverie and love of beauty,
Rest in a lonely dream.
In the willow smoke, the warbler broke the silence,
So it walks, dances with the wind,
Floating in the air,
Wandering freely in the corner of the cliff.
With the romance and beauty of flowers and plants in full bloom,
Very charming.
Choose some greens from the greens,
Choose a poem in your dream,
Sow the long-awaited vitality,
Stripping a few strands of Joan silk from Chang 'e's clothes,
At the command of the muse,
With the news of Dong Jun,
Let the clouds release the red sun,
Open the ripples on the water.
Let the wind blow the passion and thoughts of the stars,
Ripple out the harmonious ripples of the wheels.
Ah, why are you flying today?
Want to help the body of spring.
Modern Spring Poetry 5 1,
Poetic imagery of spring flowing through winter.
Long shadows crawl all the way, all the way to Gesangmeduo.
Let holiness gather into moonlight
Let all the unsolved words return to spring.
2、
Spring is soft and rainy, and usually comes late.
Before the arrival of spring, there was a story that deviated from clarity and truth.
The land cultivated by conscience exudes the fragrance of earth.
I am a poet who swims in deep water looking for Gu Quan.
3、
Spring dreams are boundless and shadowless, and the night sky is as thin as ice.
The wind from far and near suddenly fell silent and fled.
Textual research on the traceability of light and shadow or walking or standing time
Who brushed away suffering and approached spring when it rained?
In spring, I mourn my uncle.
Jiangnan came in spring, and my uncle said he was leaving.
The Lanyu River in Huancun suddenly turned into ice.
Uncle, you left Malantou's house reluctantly.
The alfalfa flowers are not in bloom yet. Last spring.
Spring Modern Poetry 6 The storm is coming.
Dark clouds pressed down in the dark.
Lightning and thunder—
The wind raged
Blow away my beautiful hair
Pull out my beard.
I climbed the tree to pick the fruit.
Planing its roots under the tree.
It's too old.
Why its roots are exposed outside the soil;
Whose breast is the old pumpkin?
Drag all the way into the mud
Crawled with ants—
Crickets are chirping.
I chased it.
Leap over the green fields;
Ben and I can't stop.
get lost
Through the home of Xihongba
Their eyes are full of bloody mouths;
Meow! Meow! Meow!
Master, you have my favorite appearance and figure.
I pounced on your light blue shirt;
Jump up and catch a dragonfly and another butterfly.
The raindrops were blown away by the wind. ...
Just let me roll on the grass.
Spread your limbs and wag your tail.
Meow! Meow! Meow!
You flew out from the windowsill
Bow your head and lick-
The lark sings beautifully and loudly.
Crossing the dawn
Stop at my sleeping window.
The fragrance of early spring breath
With a sweet dream
fly
Who is playing Spring? Strings.
Dongfeng whistle
Silk tapestry
Butterflies fly
And apricot rain wet with clothes.
Quietly turning a sweet song
Drifting in a dreamy morning
That greedy dream is somewhat sweet.
Immerse yourself in the joy of spring.
Indulge in the kiss of bees and butterflies
Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
Enjoy the charm and romance of spring.
Romantic season
Romantic March
Warm wind,
Cut like scissors
A wisp of love is still messy.
Being drunk is a feeling.
With a sunny heart
There is a sweet smile on her lips.
Who awakened the dawn of spring?
Turn the green angel
Dominate the hope in your heart
I heard your laughter.
Romantic and hazy
Spring has come, how should I greet it?
Is your smile wind or cloud?
Your imagination always amazes time.
You can always roll up your spring sleeves.
Gently wipe the vows of eternal love
You use all your green.
In the longing for the journey of life
Dating this spring
In March
Enjoy the warmth of the sun.
As long as you say
Still love spring
All the sadness was blown away by the spring breeze.
The tree of life in March is full of sweet acacia.
This green dress is decorated with flowers.
Waiting for you.
Come and listen to the songs of spring.
Feel the color of spring
Feel the warmth of spring
I want to fly with the dream of spring.
I want to fly, the wind will take me to the blue sky.
Gauze passing through white clouds
Overlooking the earth, they all put on new clothes.
Dressed in green
Enriched the smile of Chunshan.
Ban Xi bi shui
Rippling with the tranquility of spring mountain.
The messenger of spring is really busy.
She always uses those affectionate hands.
Gently, slowly
Touch the earth
Green grows between her fingers.
Flowers bloomed under her fingers.
The earth has received the invitation of green.
For a while.
They are all colorful.
Take us into the palace in spring.
Beautiful flowers come into your eyes.
Good wishes warm my heart.
I want to keep you.
Whatever it takes.
I want to freeze you in a drunken time.
Spring Modern Poetry 8 Spring
-Ye Jianshe
As if this were a phone call,
To get close to you.
Seen from a distance,
Wheat is thin and green.
Set foot on the banks of the Yellow River,
Loose grass,
Lazily enjoying the warm touch,
Waiting to grow.
Poplar trees by the river,
Standing gracefully on the shore.
Lonely fish in the past,
But no more shallow swimming &; iddt& ampiddt& ampiddt
Quiet wheat fields,
Waiting for farmers to visit.
The breeze fiddled with the green brocade scales,
Only ripples alone.
Spring breeze, wood to bud,
Quietly, it is full of vitality.
This dazzling brilliance,
That spring is full of opportunities.
At this time, I hope.
Swallows pass by;
Her cheerful figure,
It will definitely break the boundless silence.
Can't bear to step on the green,
Breathe the earth.
I stood before dawn,
Green is green.
Spring Modern Poetry 9 Snowflake Spring
Accompanied by warm wind and drizzle
Get wet in the middle of the night
Stir up the cold
Then take the leaves.
Zuiyouyou
Hanging on the tip of a knife
Cold soil
Soothes skin
A longing heart
Satisfied, moist and moist
A low-lying place in the square
Nicole's tearful eyes
Sparse rain
There are ripples in it.
Banyan leaves playfully.
Wear a pearl around your neck.
Suddenly contract your heart.
Upward upturned leaves
Sprinkle a wisp of coolness
Very cool
Peach trees are very charming.
Wearing a red robe
Let passers-by flash their eyes
The soul of the eye
Hanging petals
Quiet spring
Hug you from behind.
From hair to toes
Gently, gently
kiss
The best taste is
Squint and turn around
carefully
product
Her body fragrance
2. The smell of spring
spring
Plunge into the sun.
Turn around and take it off.
Girls' winter clothes
Flat Shoes
Series jump
Jeans
The bulging long legs.
Wings of spring
Stir bees
Between petals
unrestricted
Ice cream is impulsive.
Shout with your head held high
Sweating warmly on my eyes.
Quick hug
Solved her heart.
A dog basking in the hay.
Open your lazy eyes
Turn your head.
It was a jealous look.
Shadow is so lonely.
admire
A broken round bud on a branch
There are no rules.
Bloom shyly
Modern Spring Poetry 10 is in the cycle of fate. All punishments are culpable of punishment.
In the darkness of despair. All the bright spots can choose despair.
Because of injury. So I can't bear to treat everything in the world.
That's who I am. My heart is full of anxiety and panic.
There is a kind of timidity. Rooted in my heart.
I always want to stop.
From someone's unintentional words. I seem to be misunderstood.
I'm pretty sure I'm misunderstood. But I thought about it for a long time. What should he say? Is correct.
What's interesting is. I can't figure it out. I don't know, either.
That's it. In fact, many things are immeasurable.
That's it.
Only I know. Sadness spreads in silence. Silent smile.
Not used to talking. The night made her fidgety and afraid.
Want peace. Want a freedom.
I want to throw myself away, too Let it be defeated in the dark.
I want to find a balance between contradictions. Don't let yourself lose heart.