Spring is a green bud.
Spring is a thawed river.
Spring is a kite flying high.
Spring is white clouds.
Spring is a happy singing bird.
Spring is a colorful balloon.
Spring is an unforgettable childhood.
Is the beginning of all good things.
Who has a short poem about spring (relatively short, written by himself, not an ancient poem)? No one can guess your mind.
Let your life fly.
Sometimes very clever.
Sometimes cloudy.
Spring.
Romantic angel
Full of dreams and reverie
Sprouts full of vitality and strength
There is still a long way to go.
Spring poetry search for reference!
Where are the steps of spring?
Where are the steps of spring?
On the willow beside the West Lake,
The willows have sprouted.
Where are the steps of spring?
On the winter jasmine beside the road,
The winter jasmine is in bloom.
Where are the steps of spring?
On the frog by the river,
The frog woke up.
Where are the steps of spring?
Among the magpies in the sky,
The magpie flew back.
Where are the steps of spring?
In children,
The children went for a spring outing.
The alarm clock rang in spring.
The alarm clock in spring went off,
Awaken the seeds,
I opened my eyes.
The alarm clock in spring went off,
Awaken the grass,
Coming out, boss.
The alarm clock in spring went off,
Wake up the trees,
Put out his arm.
The alarm clock in spring went off,
Wake up the flowers,
Suddenly laughed.
Forget about spring.
An abandoned courtyard on a spring night
The breeze sings in a dream.
Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.
Someone has returned to his hometown.
If there is moonlight on my pillow
I won't be able to sleep tonight
Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart
Dance my black eyes.
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds float where they once fell.
Every time I embrace the night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place.
Want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak
Leave the warm and soft bed
I don't know who spring is waiting for.
You are under the bright window.
Thinking about love in spring
Think of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet flowers.
I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart.
Forgotten spring
Candlelight forgotten for missing
Or lonely hope?
First, the small forest effect in cities.
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Rain passes through my chest.
A sound
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Hurry up
That's why I became
In the endless rain curtain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly in the sky.
Gather strength from
Untouched clouds
Infiltrate quietly
My broad chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
With a drop of rain
Moisten each other
A drop of rain like this.
Go deep into my heart
Mixed with my thoughts.
And then through the narrow space in my heart
Clean everything.
And a ray of sunshine
Seize the opportunity to travel through time and space
Reach my clear sky
Looking at a snow in spring
Catch the spring train.
along with
Sword of the season
Scrape mercilessly
A restless bud
Let the ice crack all winter.
extend
Holding a hunting flag
pursue
A snow in spring
Step on it
The equator in spring
A heavy snow will be precious.
Dialogue between Spring and Snow
Inclined chamber
Flowing wantonly
Snowflakes float in six directions.
Give instructions
Send a wet message.
In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.
Very suddenly
Abnormal cold weather in early spring
Grab everyone's love
look into the sky
The connection between heaven and earth
Intense and pure
be on the decline
Head-on is waiting
Step on the threshold of spring
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
merry
go on an outing
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
Lenovo (brand name of computer)
An old buffalo
Eating between buildings
A lawn full of wild flowers
Then spread happiness like a shepherd boy.
"moo"
Cattle and sheep hoof basin beads
Wake up the ears of spring from the river.
Next to it are seedlings that grow wildly in spring.
Leaves on the ridge of the field
When a person falls down,
Imagine not long ago.
Right here in this land.
This is the old buffalo.
Rumble, mambo
Push
The pace of progress this season
An empty philosopher holding hands.
Make all kinds of gestures
Through the cold eyes of the season
Put warm colors on the earth.
Turn it over one by one
Will be a cool classical figure.
Tilt heavily in mud waves
Pull and urge
Shares in hand
Against the old farmer
Who hunted the feathers of spring?
The last season to collect feathers
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Lick it gently and keep sailing.
The sails of the sea of four seasons
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love
Refuse to pray
Once romantic *
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
In the tempering of clouds
have a bath
Haitian Chu
Control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings
Waiting for the sunshine to come.
I guess
On a spring afternoon
Maybe there are many things.
Will be bored
Leaning against the windowsill
Look at the clouds in the distant sky.
It's crowded downstairs
Pedestrians passing by in a hurry
They all look serious.
Witness someone else's
act alone
On one side, the sky is clear.
Lyrical pigeons have beautiful feathers.
Take a pigeon whistle
Sneak in unscrupulously
Between the kite and the breeze
Cast under the awning
A powerful shadow
move
Only irregular strokes are selected.
Traces of thinking
stand someone up
Open feather channel
A bridge in the distance
Wait for a pile
Preferably a bunch.
Return to the sun
check again
Then hug them heartily.
weekend
bicycle; cycling
teeter
Tired of noise
Go to the target
(of troops) move forward.
Boiling liquid
silent
When rape blossoms are in full bloom in spring.
A swarm of bees
As the host
Come in the peak season
Lying smartly in the stamens
From the gap between petals
see with one's own eyes
Dance in the wind
spread
Put aside the depression in your chest.
Put ease and comfort.
Stop at
Lailu road
outside the window
Red apricots
Naughtily
Follow the drawn curtains
Break through the wall
A strong fragrance
Mixed with brewed alcohol.
Kaori fainted a busload of people.
How to write Bai Juyi's poem about spring "Recalling Jiangnan"?
When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass.
Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
Zhu, spring day
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Du Fu's Looking for Flowers Alone by the River
Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.
Du fu's quatrains
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach.
Duchunmu Jiangnan
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Meng Haoran in the spring dawn
Spring comes before dawn, and birds sing everywhere around me. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Four sentences describing spring: Spring flowers will bloom.
A man's tears
Heartbroken Pacific Ocean
Take a walk and miss you.
Have you changed?
That year, that day
Love is painful.
365 candles
Leave the sadness to yourself.
If someone loves you more than I do
Give me a glass of wine.
The gift of life
Spring will blossom.
Chapter 2: Snowflakes in Spring
Snowflakes in spring
Fairy tales of youth.
massive
At the moment of kissing the mountains and rivers.
Melt quietly
Turn into a faint white fog.
Sow hope in yesterday's pain
The story is full of sunshine.
Deduct a touching fairy tale
Snowflakes in spring
Wrapped in a legendary myth
Xiao Xiao Sasa
At the moment of embracing the river.
Melt quietly
Into crystal dew.
Put your love in the expectation of tomorrow.
Epic is conceived in purity.
Interpret a wonderful work of gratitude
Chapter 3: Wild Goose Singing in Spring
Your call, spring is coming.
Startled, I dreamed of the residual snow between the tiles.
Open your sleepy eyes
Yesterday's tears fell.
Chasing a gurgling stream
The cultivators are very busy.
Tractors are singing in the fields.
Farmers compose music in the sun.
Black and white staff
Go on, go on
I am in the field of spring, indulging in it.
Poetry is conceived in a slightly cold body.
The wild goose shadow crushes my soul mercilessly.
Hit back and forth between heaven and earth
Chapter 4: Spring
spring
always
Tap gently.
The thought of time
until
Time formation
Green, white and red
And tears of joy
People understand.
teardrop
It turned out to be a gift from spring.
Chapter 5: Imagination of Spring.
The gray sky is sleeping in the winter.
Bow your head under the blue sky and weld with the earth.
Sparks light up our direction.
I came to the place where the morning sun rises.
White waves fall back to the first kiss.
Tears melt into mother's eternal arms.
The grass broke through the ground, swaying with a gentle smile.
The glittering and translucent dew drops shyly.
Green is covered with yellow drought.
Your busy figure is waving.
Tired, unload the sadness hanging on your face.
Smile and be full of energy.
The stream flowed slowly from a deep sleep.
Yang Manliu gently hugged all the way.
Singing leisurely at the winding foot of the mountain
Sing the romance and lingering awakening of spring.
The amorous feelings of the frivolous drama of peach blossom
Catkin madly pounced on the vast sea.
I only care about the curtain of day or night.
Sow the seeds of autumn harvest and the hope of rebirth
Get wet in the rainy season
Through the vast land that has never been harvested.
Imagine the projection flow of youth and beauty
My footsteps disturbed the flying geese.
It is not spring that withers in my own poems about spring.
Vibrant spring
why
Will make people see that gaunt face.
Fragrant petals
why
Will be blown away by the breeze
The petals withered in spring.
left
a little regretful
Withered petals
Next to the dream
Do not leave for a long time