Poetry describing spring 1 Facing the sea, spring blossoms.
Author: Haizi
From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;
Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.
From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.
Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.
From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.
Tell them my happiness,
What did the lightning of happiness tell me,
I will distribute it to each of them.
Give every river and mountain a warm name.
Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.
I wish you a bright future!
May you lovers get married!
May you be happy on earth.
I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
As long as it's here tomorrow, by Wang Guozhen.
As long as spring is still there.
I won't be sad.
Even if the night devours everything
The sun will come back.
As long as life is still there
I won't be sad.
Even if I'm stuck in the desert
There is still an oasis of hope.
As long as it is here tomorrow.
I won't be sad.
Winter snow will eventually melt quietly.
Spring thunder will surely roll in.
I have an appointment with Spring in Jiao Tong.
If thunder doesn't remind insects to sing
I almost forgot.
Have an appointment with spring
This contract was made as early as childhood.
The rainy season is too long.
Too busy with human rights and wrongs.
Spring, is it equally forgetful?
Nebula accepted Tian Yuan's invitation.
The kite flew out of the apartment.
The azaleas burned the mountains red.
Who is calling at the end of the year?
I think of partridge before he left to remind me again and again:
Spring, still waiting in the frost and snow.
I want to say goodbye to my boss, and
This once lingering city.
Holding a stack of yellow manuscript paper
A few unread old books
And half a life of honor, disgrace, sorrow and joy
leave ...
Welcome dragonfly to go on the road together.
A rabbit pricked up its ears and squatted on the grass.
Listen, the late footsteps are approaching …
A lake warmed by the east wind.
Sunlight turned the birch forest green.
The storks were tired of waiting, one after another.
Escape from the rippling reflection of Yunshan
I remember having an appointment with Spring.
The scenery reserved as a teenager.
Good flowers have just bloomed in the middle.
Plants sprout on the road ahead.
All my troubles are quietly dissipating.
Spring, please wait …
Poetry describing spring 2 stayed in the wind last winter.
Once I missed my time in the air.
The long-lost spring has returned to my heart.
Colorful butterflies dot the flowers.
From then on, I set foot in sunshine avenue.
My heart has slept in a bed full of spring since then.
The dream has been going on on horseback ever since.
I seem to be riding on a bright spring cloud.
I told the cloud to stop.
I want to put myself down
I get out of the way and get down.
Burn one's footprints
I am a cloud.
There are many styles floating down.
I had a wonderful trip.
Give off a lot of brilliance.
Let all colors
Don't let me get hurt.
Let all the beautiful
It makes me shine.
I just waited in silence.
I haven't seen you for a long time
Come back silently
I can only wait quietly.
Looking forward to such a cold day as autumn
Spring is quiet and warm.
If you're not here
It's not just my love that fades.
And those long years
Buddhists describe untold sufferings.
If you come back,
It must be spring.
So wait quietly.
Waiting for you to come back
Spring has come and flowers are in full bloom.
Hold your hand,
Walking on the bank together,
Touched my face, shy,
This is a weeping willow.
Listen to your song,
I also sigh that the years are gentle,
Like the moonlight last night,
Silently drifting through winter and autumn.
Dancing with you,
Release your mind,
Like to speak this language,
Life legend is immortal.
Pears in the yard are smiling and petals are dancing. As soon as the east wind passes,
Fine willows spit new green, and the lake rippled.
The green grass is ashamed and the spring is full. Take a walk on a sunny day,
Soft light warms pedestrians, and purple and blue match each other.
The rain just stopped.
The sun peeped out of the clouds.
Faint light
Fall into the small pool at the door
Colour the spring with some colors.
dye
Busy with makeup in front of the mirror
The girl smiled.
Pour out a bowl of shyness in the dimple.
In spring, Chun Yan nests on the roof.
Kuaile zhuchao
The three sisters next door went to Vivi.
Shangcun camel Lao Wang and Lao Niu Li.
Plow the fields on the backs of ancestors.
Plow out the yellow land.
I am the son of a farmer, and the land is black and yellow.
Farmers' yellow blood runs through their veins.
It's yellow in the bones
That was left to me by my ancestors.
That's my yellow, and it contains my children and grandchildren.
Poems about spring and March-viruses hide in the wind, flu breaks out, and gardeners can't afford to get sick.
Loneliness is buried in the soil.
Someone dug up the soil and put it in the coffin.
Cover with soil and plant some flowers.
Everything is symbolic.
I just heard that since a poet was buried in this garden.
Become lively.
Every inch of land is covered with grass, and
Numerous flowers are in full bloom.
White, yellow, red and purple ...
Just unique and not black.
The only darkness is the closed courtyard door.
And the tombstone erected by the owner.
Poetry about spring 4 The morning sun at eight or nine o'clock,
Through the Woods of the campus,
Dress Bud in gold!
We breathe fresh air,
Vibrant students,
Class/reading/listening.
In spring,
Specialized courses are being taught.
The teacher has a crew cut,
Middle-aged people are simple and generous.
If you don't study textbooks,
But I drew a sun on the blackboard.
He is telling his classmates,
You are young, like spring!
Cherish youth,
Don't miss spring
Play less and don't work hard,
Sad to the old picture!
Poetry describing the campus in spring 3
Step on the tail of the sun
Enter the season of dreams
A green flower.
Open up a country
There is a shy willow bud with a little smile.
Dancing in the lively Spring Festival.
Teenagers sweat like rain, chasing dreams.
Poetry describing spring 5 along the flowery land, the whistle of spring;
Pick a young leaf from the willow,
Pick a small flower from the apricot tree,
Dip in the river and shake in the wind, and the wonderful melody will ripple.
Whistle on the blue branches, which makes the buds grow quickly.
The kite flies in the sky, and the whistle follows the child's hand and kite string and rises to the clouds.
Ah, spring is happy to whistle and run, and everyone's ears are full of kind voices-good morning!
Poetry about Spring 6 Today, March.
Lift the curtain of spring
Be a wayward self.
Let the mood bloom
White is elegant and red is gorgeous.
Golden in color and fragrant.
Attract Ying Ge Yu Yan
In spring, I bloom your beauty.
Turn thoughts into horses.
Galloping on the vast grassland
Riding a horse is not a legend.
Hulunbeier witnessed the magic.
In spring, I am full of your energy.
Liu Yang Dean can sing and dance.
I fiddled with the music of running water on the bridge.
The thin waist in spring is twisted.
Fluffy hair is flowing.
In spring, I dazzle your charm.
Suddenly, a fragrant rain
A' flower paper umbrella' full of friction.
Yuhua is boiling with happiness.
So I shouted
Thank you, Miss Chun.
Poetry describing spring 7 2 "Spring, where are you?" 》
The footsteps of spring,
Although you can't see it,
But if you are a careful person,
You'll find out!
Chun, where are you?
The water in the stream,
No more freezing,
Spring is over there.
Chun, where are you?
The branches have sprouted,
Some have already opened the "smiling face".
Spring is over there.
Chun, where are you?
Grass grew out of the ground,
Everything is green,
Spring is over there.
Chun, where are you?
The warm sunshine in spring,
Swing away the haze of winter,
Spring is over there.
Chun, where are you?
When you stop looking for spring,
You will find that,
Spring is actually in your heart.
Yes! Spring is in our hearts!
Spring is coming,
The earth is covered with beautiful green clothes.
The morning glow is full of mountains,
Birds sing in the bright spring,
The spring jumped down the hillside,
With the dream flowing far away.
Spring is coming,
Spring seedlings in rural areas grow at jointing stage,
The fish in the pond are swimming around, giving birth to hope.
The bud of a hundred flowers is about to bloom passionately,
Hard-working people sow good wishes for the New Year,
Eager for harvest and good luck.
Poetry describing spring 9 What is spring?
Spring is the season when a hundred flowers blossom and a bright future emerges.
What is spring?
Spring is a place where spring girls play and frolic.
What is spring?
Spring is the time for farmers' uncles to sow.
What is spring?
Spring is the time when birds from the south fly back.
What is spring?
Spring is the place where the spring rain sings and performs.
What is spring?
Spring is the beginning to make the world beautiful and warm again.
Poetry about spring 10 The echo of spring
Yan Xi
Honey, don't say it's too late.
I don't want to say the depth of time.
Immersed in the wave of love
As beautiful as a dream
Honey, don't say it's too late.
I don't want to know when love begins.
I don't want to know when it will end.
Everything is going on, walking like the sun.
It shines like the moon again.
Birds are singing in the mountains and rivers
Witnessed the ecstasy of snuggling and lingering.
Honey, you should believe in spring.
I am sure that love and hate are both wind.
Can't stay and don't stay.
You are on my chest.
The warmth of each other's body temperature and heart.
It is the echo of spring.
I explored the farthest mental path in spring.
allow
There are flowers and rain.
There is a corresponding river.
Everything named after a stream must be intelligent.
Go north and then north.
The farthest spiritual path
I heard a sigh when the water classics were out of date.
It should be colorful, in Beixi
I see that spring is mild.
Pink smiling branches
It seems that it is still in the winter of the second year.
But so many welcome eyes
For an instant, I was stunned by the rain.
The water is moving and the spring is moving.
Who says peach blossoms are as frivolous as the wind?
This arrival pain
Let me explore the farthest mental path in spring.
A poem about spring that has been quoted three times.
Author | Fang
one
You are clean and smart.
My life is like a dream.
Fortunately, there is still plenty of time.
two
Today, under your gentle gaze
I burned the first half of my life and poetry.
Tomorrow, will you give me a new life
three
Your smile will never be irresistible.
Take off your armor, climb up the wall and put on a white flag.
You're walking around the city, Ma Si. Heart palpitations.
four
Embrace the lake.
I found that you turned me down thousands of miles away.
Even the fish didn't bother to talk to me.
five
Sleep with your arms around the grass.
smell
What's the smell of beautiful dreams?
six
Hangman, lend me a sharp knife.
I cut off my tongue myself.
Be shameless to be your clerk
seven
February is you, you are a child.
You caught a glimpse of spring.
I am the spring mud under your feet.
eight
The end of January is the first half of my life.
Mid-February is the second half of life.
Son, I burned the first half of my life and spent the second half with you.
Poems about spring 1 1 Swallows come back and sing under the eaves.
When the river thaws, the blood vessels will burst.
The wounds and blank spots in my heart
Also in the pain of awakening.
This is a season to add letters.
Giving means getting more.
I am sometimes silent.
Silence made me fall into a deeper silence.
Some things
We can't study it
The best way is to be in it.
Spring is a typical example.
Swallows fly over my head in spring.
My blood is flowing in Chunjiang.
The land in spring bears the deep ploughing of plowshares.
In my heart, I carved a series of scars.
Spring makes me know more about life.
The basket is in mother's hand.
The neighbor's sister is busy preparing for the wedding.
Spring makes me more willing to be moved by ordinary things.
Another spring
semen plantaginis
Some tall trees that we need to look up to.
They are all dead. A sharp axe. see
Send the change away.
There are also some trees trying to grow tall.
Whispering, around the slope
In the sky: the faint sun is shaking dozens of gold threads.
It's like getting wisdom on a rotating gear.
It's dangerous.
Babaili spring
Ren Jian
The 800-mile spring is like a huge silent pipeline.
It makes everything smoke.
Jiangnan. The waterwheel turns the river bank day and night.
The outline of home made of kapok and bluestone
The breeze is like a straw rope that binds the cow and the smoke together.
Walk briskly. In the village dictionary, I have paid attention to it.
The moon is still clinging to the fragrance of almonds.
Morning glory is already in the shape of a smile, alas! The girl who crossed the fence
How can it overcome your beauty from the shallow temples?
And I, destined to be a liberated weeping willow, do whatever I want.
Free expression in the spring, the whole noon
Watching the rain jump over the dike pond bit by bit, I began to have a plot.
Dig a well from the new leaf and stand side by side with the children by wormwood.
Cover with green moss
Poems about spring 12 You came quietly.
The wind was still biting last night.
I opened the window this morning and suddenly found out
Willow is green.
The bonus is red.
Swallows whisper and sing.
The farmers shouted at the cows and went to the fields.
I took a deep breath of My Sweetie air.
So fresh
I know you're here.
How I wish I could hold you.
Walking through fields and boundless grasslands.
Dancing with you in the sun
but
The walls of my house are tall and thick.
There are too many doors in my house, which are too heavy.
I can only stand in the courtyard wall.
Watching you come and go.
Watching you disappear between heaven and earth
At that moment, my heart was sour, bitter and astringent.
I know it was tears that drained my heart and soaked it.
Poetry about spring 13 into spring
Spring is an elf,
She, taking away the winter,
Took away the cold,
Brought hope to people.
She went to the lake,
Took a bath in the lake,
The ice in the lake melted,
The fish began to play.
She came to the Woods,
Walking in the Woods,
The trees are waking up,
Buds crept out of their heads.
She flew into the field,
Rolling around on the court,
The fields are full of excitement,
The wheat seedlings straightened up,
The rape blossoms opened a smiling face. ......
She picked up the brush,
Paint the grass green,
Colour the flowers red.
Ah! Students are immersed in colorful spring,
Grow up happily!
Listen to the sound of spring.
It's spring,
Everything revives,
Let's listen together,
Listen to her beautiful voice.
I stood outside the door,
The spring breeze blows across my face,
I closed my eyes gently,
Spring breeze said: "I want to turn this place into a colorful world!" " "
With a wave of her hand,
So,
The bonus is red,
The grass is green,
The trees sprouted,
Small animals that have been sleeping all winter,
Stretching,
Yawn,
Swing out of the house.
The whole world is busy!
Tick tock,
Twitter,
Goo goo croak,
Collapse,
......
Students,
Let's close our eyes gently,
Listen to this beautiful voice!
Poetry describing spring 14 What kind of heart should I use to welcome spring?
Willow branches just spit out pale yellow buds.
Clouds that have been dormant for a long time breed spring thunder season.
The shepherd flute on the cow's back can't wait to ring.
Almond is silent.
Escape from the city wall in winter
All love will be overwhelming.
Mulan blooms overnight
Occupy the abrupt branches and branches.
Canxue has nowhere to hide.
Butterfly is very excited and busy.
Du Fu is very laid-back.
Twisting whiskers, pacing and singing softly.
Wandering butterfly
Shi Shi Man Wu
What kind of heart should I use to welcome spring?
Who said anything about being idle?
Throw it for a long time.
The spring breeze suddenly rises.
Spring leaps from the brow into the heart.
swallow
Two swallows of deja vu.
cross/travel/trek over mountains
Whispering to each other for thousands of miles
The warbler sings with the echo.
The duckling who first knew about the spring river plumbing.
Come quack.
The noise of spring comes one after another.
What kind of heart should I use to welcome spring?
When I am full of pen and ink
From poetry, from painting.
Copy every inch of skin in graffiti spring
Peach blossoms are in full bloom.
The apricot blossoms are in full bloom.
The pears are in bloom.
Unknown wild flowers are in full bloom.
at once
Colorful desires are bustling.
Look sideways.
A touch of sunset
Slip away in a hurry
That mottled old wall
Alas, unintentionally
My floating life
I don't know who it is.
Stole for half an hour.
Poetry about spring 15 The sun is shining all over the fields.
Bone explosion of lush wheat seedlings
Walked into Chun Yan in a low voice.
What a wonderful moment this is.
Dizziness, trembling all over
The clear stream is reflected backwards.
Willow is elegant and beautiful.
Clouds wander in the blue sky, flying from bees to butterflies.
Among the flowers, the more I feel
The color of spring is very strong when it is diffuse.
On the way to spring, I chose such an opportunity.
Dip in a drop of rain and hold a gentle breeze.
Wash the shell of dreams and smooth the folds of words.
Let's wait for the scenery and have another one.
A fierce ode to spring poetry