A modern poem written by spring 1 Spring is gone.
Spring, quietly gone,
How many paintings have you taken? How many poems?
No, spring can't be so selfish.
It is an angel of nature.
It is spring, blocking the cold winter with your body;
And injected enthusiasm into summer;
Sow more seeds,
Let the cultivators harvest hope.
Every season has its own paintings,
Every season has its own poem.
As long as you work as hard as a bee,
Every season can create a beautiful charm!
Spring has passed,
How many stories are left?
Let us deeply miss it,
What is generated is also fighting spirit.
The Creation of Spring Modern Poetry 2 Embracing Spring
Spring is coming,
Everything began to recover.
The grass sprouted,
Small trees will spit out new buds,
The lively and lovely swallows come from the south.
Let's embrace this vibrant spring together.
When the spring rain is over,
Please take a walk on the forest path.
Feel this interesting nature,
The joy of the wild will stay for you.
A road soaked by wind and rain,
Must be calm and gentle,
Standing on the winding path,
Embrace this emerald spring together.
Next to the green grass on campus,
There are some cherry blossoms in bud,
Birds are singing happily on the branches.
Flowers are no longer shy and timid,
They slowly raised their heads together,
Try cold, try warm,
Spring breeze and butterflies are their companions.
Shake off those crystal dew in a hurry,
Blooming quietly,
Let's embrace this colorful spring together.
We will always communicate with our partners,
Reading together among colorful flowers,
Achieve flying over, beyond dreams,
Grow up happily in the sea of knowledge,
Embrace this colorful spring together.
Spring's own modern poem 3 "Rain Over 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
Spring's own modern poem 4 "Stepping 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
Spring's own modern poem 5 "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
Spring's own modern poem 6 "Spring Girl"
Miss Chun is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Full of things-
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing,
Ha ha ha ... "