Spring has come, modern poetry.

Spring has come. Modern Poetry 1 Spring is coming.

Spring girl put the earth

Dress up.

The trees are so green,

These flowers are bright red.

Spring is coming,

The bird is on the branch.

Sing sweeter,

Frog "quack! Gung! Hey! "

It's like playing spring music.

Spring is coming,

Spring rain is coming, rustling sand, rustling sand.

Floating, rhythmic rain

Accompanied by a spring thunder.

Spring is coming,

In the clear stream,

Fish play together,

Some jumped out of the water excitedly.

Spring is coming,

A slight spring breeze

Touch gently

There are thousands of them full.

Wicker with green leaves

Spring is coming,

The earth is full of vitality.

Birds, trees, flowers, streams and spring rain.

It constitutes a colorful picture.

Spring is coming. Modern Poetry 2 Mom, spring is coming.

The scent of orange blossoms

With a fresh earthy smell.

It's refreshing

Old things, plus muddy mountain roads

You said I began to forget when I was born.

Now, I have grown up.

Look into the distance on the wide road.

That mountain, that water, that man, that small village.

In this fertile land

Are all my relatives.

Passerby with umbrellas

As shy as a spring rain.

In the golden color of rape flowers

Full of warmth and happiness year after year.

The endless green in the garden.

We work as hard as bees.

I love and the place I love.

Take root, sprout

Every day, every time.

a new beginning

The willow leaves of Dongmen River have sprouted.

The red kapok in the old street also showed sharp corners.

Mom, you are walking under the blooming cherry blossoms by the river.

Or under the green camphor tree on Chang 'an Avenue?

Intoxicated like me?

Laugh and watch the clear river flow away happily.

The swallow in the new house contains spring mud.

Mom, are there azaleas all over the mountain?

Mom, spring is coming.

I am not far from you.

Singing in the cradle of happiness

I want to be like you.

I have lived in such a beautiful and rich land all my life.

With all the vigor of spring.

I like everything here

Love every inch of land and every river here,

Love every mountain and every seedling here.

Every flower is in bloom.

Accompany the blue sky and white clouds here.

There is wind here and rain here.

Grow sturdily in the sun

Oh, mom, spring is coming.

Did you hear that frog?

How your singing sounds like me when I was a child on a spring night.

Oh, mom, spring is coming.

Do you hear the call of the early bird?

That's me, that's me and the footsteps of spring.

Knock on your door

Mom, I'm home.

Slowly walk out of the treasure house of knowledge

Mom, spring will always belong to this fertile land.

Every villager here.