The modern poems about spring are as follows:
1. "Dry Rain" - Zhu Ziqing: In the east wind, passing by my face, the drizzle of stars is spring. Plush.
2. "News of Spring" - Author: Jin Bo: The wind has shaken the green branches of the trees, and the water has bleached the duck's feathers. I have been looking forward to it all winter. You see, spring has arrived. ! Let us put on spring clothes, like birds put on new feathers, fly through the woods, fly up the hills, and listen to the laughter of spring.
When I saw the first butterfly flying, it pulled my feet; I caught it happily and let it go with love. When I see the first daisy blooming, I can't help but jump with joy. Little flower, do you still recognize me? Look how much taller I have grown!
Go to the branch where last year’s leaves fell and wait for it to spit out new green buds; then wake up the sleeping stream, listen to it sing, and run with it. When I was tired from walking, I lay on the field with the bright sun shining above my head. Who tickled my cheek? Ah, green grass sprouts around me again...
3. "Spring" - Author: Ai Qing: It's spring, the peach blossoms in Longhua bloom, blooming in those nights, in those blood spots ’s nights, those nights without stars, those nights with windy wind, those nights listening to the widow’s cry.
And this ancient land is like a hungry beast at any time, licking the blood of young people, the blood of the tenacious sons of men, so after the long winter, after the ice and snow, Season, after infinite sleepy expectations.
These bloodstains, stains of blood, exploded with countless buds in the mythical night, in the deep black night of the East, decorating the south of the Yangtze River with spring everywhere. People ask: Where does spring come from? I said: From the tombs in the suburbs.