Are there any English poems about spring?

There are many literary works expressing spring in ancient and modern China and abroad. Composers gave birth to wonderful articles with the help of the scene of spring, and expressed the scene of spring and people's feelings for spring, life, youth and the motherland through different themes and creative techniques. The following is what I brought, welcome to read!

Tisch

The days of witchcraft, subtle sweetness,

When every hellish tree finds its heart,

When spring and winter meet like lovers

At noon and in part of the mist—

In the days of April.

extreme

Spring has gone in white, and the goddess of spring in plain clothes-Robert bridges, Robert Brad.

Spring is dressed in white, and the goddess of spring is dressed in simple clothes.

May wearing milky white; The corolla of hawthorn is milky white;

There is a clear flock of sheep in the sky.

White clouds float across the sky; White clouds come and go;

White butterflies in the air; Butterflies fly in the air;

White daisy pranks the ground; The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs;

Cherry trees compete with white pear trees and cherry trees.

Scatter snow everywhere. It is like snowflakes everywhere.

Tisso

Spring, sweet spring, is a pleasant king in a year;

Then everything blooms, and then the girls dance in a circle.

Cold doesn't sting, beautiful birds sing,

Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!

Palms and possibly gay country houses,

The lambs play skipping, the shepherds whistle all day,

We heard the birds tuning the happy melody,

Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!

The fields breathe the fragrance, daisies kiss our feet,

Young lovers meet, old wives sit in the sun,

In every street, we hear these tunes in our ears.

Cuckoo, puff, puff, puff!

Spring! Sweet spring!

Article 4

Spring and all the spring and everything.

On the way to the infectious disease hospital

Under the blue wave

Mottled clouds were driven out.

Northeast China-the wind is cold. exceed

The waste of vast muddy fields

Yellow weeds, standing and falling.

Pieces of stagnant water

The spread of tall trees

All the roads are reddish.

Purplish, forked, erect, twisted

Shrubs and all the trees.

Below are dead brown leaves.

Bare vines—

Appearing lifeless, dull

Dizzy spring is coming—

They entered the new world naked,

Cold, uncertain everything

Unless they come in. Everything about them

Cold and familiar winds—

Now it's grass, tomorrow.

A hard roll of wild carrot leaves

One object after another is defined—

It speeds up: clarity, the outline of the leaves.

But now naked dignity

Entrance-however, profound changes.

Has taken root in them.

Grasp and begin to awaken.

Turbulent clouds under the blue sky

Mottled northeast wind is blowing.

On the way to the infectious disease hospital

A cold wind changed the direction of sight.

In the distance, it is a vast open wasteland.

Brown vegetation comes and goes with each season.

Sometimes there are patches of stagnant water.

There are tall trees everywhere.

The branches of the low bushes on the road are crooked.

Red, purple, split and upright

Under many small trees

It's withered yellow leaves.

A vine whose leaves have all fallen off.

The scenery is dull and lifeless.

Then spring came slowly.

Spring enters the new world naked.

Without hesitation in the cold

I don't care much about my surroundings.

Still blowing the familiar cold wind.

Now, the grass turns green, tomorrow

Wild radish will spit out solid buds.

Everything will show its beauty one by one.

Bud quickly, the appearance is clear, and the leaves are well defined.

Now, however, it is solemn.

The scene of early spring-profound changes have taken place.

Come to earth: take root

Stretching down hard, the earth began to wake up.