Praise the sharing of modern poetry in spring

The spring breeze blows gently, and the flowers are bright. Spring is the most beautiful season of the year. Scholars and poets throughout the ages have almost exhausted all beautiful words and poems to describe and praise spring. The following is a modern poem sharing in praise of spring. Welcome to reading.

A modern poem praising spring 1 A cool breeze swept over the windowsill.

Snoring woke the dreamer.

The moon is bright.

Like a charming girl

Quietly tell the cold night about the hot dream of childhood

The night is warm.

Warm willows wriggle and dance by the river.

Humming to the warm grass on the mountain.

Warm to spring, you can't help coming to us.

be full of hopes

With blessings

Running, running, falling asleep unconsciously in winter.

It's time to have a good rest.

Busy for more than a hundred days and nights.

Sprinkle purity on the earth

grey-haired

Let the spring breeze take over your task.

Pin one's wishes on the spring rain.

This is not the end.

A new beginning sets sail here.

spring

A season full of temptations.

Because of spring, our life is full of colors.

spring

A Season Of Hope

Sing a hymn of life facing the sea

spring

A season for poets to sprout.

Swim in the mountains and rivers of the book and give infinite praise to spring.

Praise spring modern poetry 2 I put spring in

Your warm and broad chest

Forget all your troubles and sorrows.

Zhejiang merchants

Colorful skirts are scattered all over the mountains.

Towards the distant with a smile.

Flowers are red, willows are green and mountains are beautiful.

The geese went back to the stream to enjoy themselves.

Wild flowers and fragrant butterflies stroll.

The wind is blowing catkins.

What a warm and gorgeous scene in the world.

Whenever I look up at the blue sky and white clouds

The emotions in my heart are infinite.

After the green hills, under the white clouds.

There is my hometown of infinite attachment.

There is an old house where I spent my childhood.

There are smiling faces of relatives there.

There is a hotbed for me to raise my ideal sail.

That's where parents will sleep forever.

There are my cares and dreams.

Missing in my heart

Turn into spring rain to moisten the soil in my hometown.

Like a breeze blowing to you.

End of ridge

Whether wisteria has blossomed or not

Peach blossom smiling face

Can it still be the same?

Above the lawn

Your figure is getting longer and longer.

On the other side, flowers bloom for thousands of years.

Qingxi flows happily among the flowers.

Join hands with the dazzling sunshine

Sow good hopes in spring.

You are in heaven.

I can always see my happy face.

Sing in a cheerful and soft tune

The wind blows flowers and sweeps away the vicissitudes of time.

Happy to welcome the sunrise and sunset every day.

I used a heart-shaped pen.

Dancing in spring in colorful clothes

Describe your clothes as much as you like.

Fine brushwork and freehand brushwork.

Write about beauty and hope

For the three mountains and five mountains in China,

Build a wonderful temple

That's the habitat of the soul.

The string of a river

Play the music of love

Let happiness go crazy in the bright sunshine.

I put you-spring.

Always in my heart.

Praise for spring modern poetry 3 sad this season

How many heartbreaks are floating in the wind and rain

Those once lingering.

In the blood I miss.

Collect bits and pieces

I can't forget the kindness in your eyes.

Peach blossom face

A smile is full of your joy.

Pillow your delicate arm.

Feel the warmth of spring

Listen to your heartbeat.

Indulge in the whispers of swallows

You said you liked my poem.

Every line runs in your dream.

Give play to your enthusiasm

Provoke my winter silence

Hang love on your protruding branches.

Heart rain irrigation

The nib spits out a hint of new green.

Waiting for you, but in spring

Praise for Spring Modern Poetry 4 is spring, not spring.

Is she beautiful and cruel?

It used to be so far away

In spring, the fields are shrouded in mist.

Promote the crazy growth of roots where you can.

I suddenly walked into you quietly.

Love is both concrete and magical.

You turn around quietly and your arms are full of spring flowers.

It's spring, not spring.

Warm wind blew through the whole forest.

The green flame sparkled with the desire for gold.

Diandian

Weave a web of emotions

I just want to tell you that this season belongs to us.

It's spring, not spring.