Modern Poetry Describing Spring Breeze

Rain says Zheng Chouyu) April has been waiting for a long time on the earth ... the long-awaited Putian and pasture, the long-awaited fish ponds and streams. When Pu Tian was frozen for a winter, the seed pasture turned yellow and lost the trace of cattle and sheep. When the fish pond was cold and shallow, the fish creek gradually became dumb. The rain said, I'm here. I visited Turkey in April. I walked very lightly. In a gentle voice, my love weaves heaven and earth together like a silk thread. I call on every child's nickname to be sweet and allow me to come. No thunder, no wind. When I get close, you will know. Don't open an oil umbrella to resist me. Don't close the doors and windows, put down the curtains. Don't be busy wearing hemp fiber, put on your hat in a hurry, it rains. I'm here to get close to you. I am a guest in April. Why not raise it? Follow me to the land of Pu Tian, and it will be as moist as ointment. When I visit the pasture, I will send out new seedlings of honeysuckle around the pond to say hello to the jumping fish. I will listen to the new laundry ballad: I'm coming, and I'm far away. The mountains stand there and the sky is covered with white clouds. I used to be a fun-loving child like you. However, I am lucky. I grew up smiling in the white clouds. I want to teach you to laugh bravely. Wicker bent over when he saw me laughing, lion cried when he saw me, and swallow cocked its wings when he saw me laughing. The second thing is, I will teach you to laugh bravely. As long as the flag laughs, the sound of spring will be heard. As long as you laugh, the hope of the earth will rain. If you come, you will not go back. When you laugh, I will rest happily. One day, you should remember to eat apples and wipe your mouth. The sweetness in your mouth is my blessing. The rain turned into a river on the ground, bloody, and swept away everything that flowed, including leaves, branches, garbage and lost shoes. Through the rain curtain, I should see that the river is endless and rising higher and higher. I have never been so close to the rain. My mind is full of the smell of rain, the sound of rain and the cool wind in the rain. Spring issue, huh? Who awakened the grass? It turns out that Miss Chun is scratching the grass! Who is playing with fish? It turns out that Miss Chun is playing with the fish. Whenever spring comes, spring girls will play with us and grow together ... whenever spring comes, it is our happiest moment. Miss Chun, can you stay? Spend a golden childhood with us! In a blink of an eye, the severe winter passed and spring quietly came to the world. Spring is a beautiful season and a poetic season; Spring means a vibrant beginning. Since ancient times, poets have loved and praised spring because of its pleasant scenery. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, I can see the colorful poems of Wing Chun, which is dizzying. Just pick a few, take your time, and you will be intoxicated before you know it. "A night of light thunder, frivolous tile uneven. Affectionate peony contains spring tears and is unable to lie on the branches of roses. " This is "Spring Day" by Qin Guan, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. This poem is about spring scenery after rain. You see, it's raining, the morning mist is thin, the blue tiles are crystal clear, and the spring is beautiful; Peony flowers bring rain and tears, affectionate and leisurely, roses are quiet and charming. There are close-up and distant views, dynamic and static, affectionate and graceful, and can be touched at will, uneven. The whole poem is dense and vivid, with a fresh and graceful charm, which is very popular. "There are songbirds in the court trees, and red and green help spring to go to the distant forest. Suddenly there are good poems, and it is difficult to find syntax. " This is "Spring Day" by the Song Dynasty poet Chen. This poem describes the scene of a spring morning. Ears are full of birds, eyes are full of green branches, green and red help each other, and the fragrance is attractive. With a few strokes of the poet, a picture of spring is presented to the readers. Then, the poet simply stopped writing, stopped describing spring scenery and turned to lyricism. Spring is full of inspiration, but the mysterious poet uses the evasive word "hard to find" to induce readers to feel spring. This method of combining reality with reality leaves readers with great imagination. "Far eyes go with the day, and the setting sun shines on the tree. Dogs know where to bark. People walk halfway up the mountain. " This is "Spring Day" by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. This poem is about a scene of the Spring Festival Evening. Sunset covers trees, green land meets the sky, dogs bark happily, and people come home late. This poem is natural and apt, common in cleverness and strangeness. It brings readers into a panoramic atmosphere of spring, with its beauty, gorgeous color, rich flavor and harmonious sound. During this period, people will open their hearts and sing heartily. "Spring water newborn milk swallow, wasp small tail flapping flowers. The window contains a far color, and the fish hold the incense hook near the rocky mountain. " This is the South Garden written by Li He, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The spring in Nanyuan is full of vitality and interest. Water is born in spring, milk swallows, bees pick flowers to make honey, and fish hold hooks to feed. These are all scenery with spring characteristics, and the foreground goes straight into the study through the window, which makes people feel comfortable and happy. This poem is vivid, fresh and elegant, and it is refreshing to read. "Old trees cover short eaves, and the staff helps me cross the bridge east. The clothes are wet with apricot flowers and rain, and the blowing surface is not cold. " This is a quatrain written by Zhi Nan, a monk in the Southern Song Dynasty. This is a quatrain describing a spring outing. The beautiful spring scenery aroused the wandering of monks, so I went out of the temple to see the spring scenery. Traveling by a small tent boat, the boat is moored under an old tree and strolls on the east side of Chenopodium Bridge. Although it is straightforward, the ship is anchored in the shade of ancient trees. This painting is very elegant and simple, quite like an ancient literati painting in China. The last two sentences accurately and concisely show the beautiful and pleasant scenes of apricot blossom, light rain, willow dancing and warm east wind in spring, and are famous sentences that have been passed down through the ages. This poem is integrated with scenery, things and heart. The poet grasped the characteristics of Spring Breeze and Spring Rain and slightly exaggerated them, thus revealing his inner joy and love for nature. "The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. The children came back from school early and were busy flying kites in the east wind. " This is "Village Residence" written by Gao Ding, a poet in Qing Dynasty. The first sentence and the second sentence vividly describe the nature in spring and write the beautiful and charming scenery unique to the countryside in spring. In February, the spring is bright, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willow tips brush the shore, as if intoxicated in the beautiful spring. The third and fourth sentences describe a vivid scene of a group of lively children flying kites in beautiful spring. Their laughter makes spring more energetic. This poem is clear and clear, and it is practiced with words. The whole poem is filled with cheerful emotions, giving readers a beautiful emotional infection. "Yinyingxi is curved and green, and the light rain has flattened on the shallow beach. Goose and duck don't know where spring is going, and compete with water for peach blossoms. " This is "Spring Day" by Chao Chongzhi, a poet in the Song Dynasty. This is a poem about cherishing spring. The whole poem has four sentences and four views, the streams are clear and clean, the drizzle turns over the ping, the geese and ducks play, and the peach blossoms chase the water. The picture is very vivid and vivid, which makes people feel relaxed and fascinated. The poet expressed his feelings with the sight of geese and ducks "riding peach blossoms" Spring is gone, but geese and ducks don't know it. They are happy to chase and carefree, but people are different. Although the fallen flowers can be chased, time cannot be returned. The poet's love for spring cannot be expressed in words. Spring and spring call people green with her warm spring breeze. The grass grows long and the warblers fly, drawing a rich and colorful stroke for the beautiful Weifang and adding vitality to the spring. Children fly kites and fly a heart full of hope. They planted a seed on the land and looked forward to it. Finally, the seeds germinated and a beautiful and gorgeous flower, the most beautiful flower in spring, came out. That's the flower of hope. That's flower of life. Look, this is the beautiful spring. Let's sow a seed now and let it blossom the most beautiful flower of hope in this spring. Let's bloom our own flowers of hope! The spring rain began to freeze and slowly dissolved from the heart. Whose crying lubricates the world. All thoughts are quietly growing and binding. A little bit of excitement, all with sincere touch. Cough sounds in the air are also increasing. I will promise to become a smiling face tomorrow. Although life makes her laugh, my heart is good and things are wrong and irreparable. I said: If I drink rain as wine, I will be drunk in this season worthy of singing and remembering. "Spring Rain" The snow on the top of the mountain is like a cloud, and the treetops are green and crystal clear. Chunyu still keeps his promise. The earth wakes up in a dream. Spring rain is the spirit of the sky. The shower of everything, the natural and unrestrained eyes you come and go, are refreshed by you. Spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River: faint fragrant plum rain floats in the distant mountains. Misty rain is a beating note. She fell into clear water, and the layer in spring was green. The mountains are green and the willows are swaying in the rain. This place is already drunk. The fresh rain makes it quieter here. The rain is dancing gently, for fear of waking the elves in the water. Breathe intoxicating air in light rain. Listening to the crisp sound of raindrops, watching the misty spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Dreamy apricot flowers, poetic mountains, drunk. Jiangnan Chunyu said that Zheng Chouyu (Rain said: April has been waiting on the earth for a long time ...) has been waiting in Putian and Ranch for a long time. The long-awaited fish ponds and streams, when Pu Tian was frozen for a winter, kept the yellow grass seeds and lost the traces of cattle and sheep. When the fish pond is cold and shallow, the fish swim around and the stream gradually becomes dumb. Rain said, I came, I visited the earth in April, I walked lightly, and my love weaved heaven and earth like silk thread. I call on every child's birth name to be sweet and accurate, and lightning and thunder don't shout. The wind is not crowded. When I am near, you may know, don't open the oil umbrella to resist me, don't close the doors and windows, put down the curtains, don't be busy wearing hemp fiber, put on your hat and get wet in the rain and say, I came to earth to get close to you. I am a guest in April, bringing the baptism of spring. Why don't you lift your face and let me kiss you? Why don't you follow me and step on the beat of my steps? Follow me to the land of Pu Tian, and it will be as moist as ointment. When I visit the pasture, I will send out new seedlings of honeysuckle around the pond to say hello to the jumping fish. I will listen to the new laundry ballad: I'm coming, and I'm far away. The mountains stand there and the sky is covered with white clouds. I used to be a fun-loving child like you. However, I am lucky. I grew up smiling in the white clouds. I want to teach you to laugh bravely. Wicker bent over when he saw me laughing, lion cried when he saw me, and swallow cocked its wings when he saw me laughing. The second thing is, I will teach you to laugh bravely. As long as the flag laughs, the sound of spring will be heard. As long as you laugh, the hope of the earth will rain. If you come, you will not go back. When you laugh, I will rest happily. One day, you should remember to eat apples and wipe your mouth. The sweetness in your mouth is my blessing. "Spring Rain" The snow on the top of the mountain is like a cloud, and the treetops are green and crystal clear. Chunyu still keeps his promise. In the dream, the earth wakes up, the spring rain is the spirit of heaven, and the rain of everything comes and goes. Your natural and unrestrained eyes are refreshed by you, and you are as shy as a virgin, just because you are waving to me and watching your slim figure. That amazing feeling suddenly climbed into my heart. I really hope that this unintentional encounter will stay at this moment forever. I tell you quietly that I come from a dark cloud and have a lot on my mind. You didn't answer, just folded a pink flower and gently handed it to me. The fragrant smell is flying all over the sky. My worries were driven away at once, and even the cloudy sky became open-minded I know I can only be stop for a minute between your fingers, but I have no regrets. Because I have taken your first kiss away, I dive without hesitation, and then quietly wait for you to gently suck up the spring rain in the soil. Your window is closed, all your troubles are closed, and the wind sighs and puts down a corner of the curtain. You refused all the peeping rain, and the pear flower has changed from that person to spring mud. Your rain never stops outside the window. The sky you miss is dark or gray, and a bird strokes lonely petals along your eyes. Scattered in the mud, Shuang Yan, when will the rain stop? The moss is cold and green, and the window of your life has caused a spring rain. God has always been black-faced and even ugly. Your face is very light. You have been busy for more than half a month. You have been keeping a low profile for more than half a month. Why not invite a flash of lightning or thunder to create a strong scene? You said-"That was later. I will spin a little this season "-I'm afraid it will affect your spinning. Very thoughtful, but do you know that this busy world is going to be moldy one by one? The sun will rise tomorrow, and no one will object.