Famous modern poems by famous spring artists;
Peach blossoms are about to fall. I just woke up from my dream.
The withered flowers are at the end of color and life.
I'd rather this is a deceptive life, and I'd rather this is fiction.
I would rather the beauty and blessings presented in the whole space are false.
Actually, I hate that lie.
However, the peach blossom is sincere and covered up like powder.
Then, when the real meaning is revealed.
But leave without mercy, and in a blink of an eye, Huayou will say goodbye!
Famous Modern Poems by Famous Spring Artists II:
Spring is bursting, for the sake of my stubbornness, sometimes it is contradictory and hateful, and the hateful thing is that I can't understand it.
Spring has come, but I don't know how to walk in the suburbs. The whole winter is boring.
I don't know how much weight I've gained. I have to return the excess fat this winter to spring.
Spring has come, the haze has not dispersed, and the fat has grown in winter.
I hate it. I prefer to keep my body close to the beautiful spring scenery.
Let the extra part of winter disappear as soon as possible, and open your hugging arms with this spring breeze and sunshine.
Take more cautious steps to put greed, selfishness, narrowness,
And all the gloom of the spring breeze.
Don't write poems too well, and don't live too heavy, so as not to delay the flowering period of the Spring Festival.
In this way, the blooming of buds and green leaves will not be delayed, and the true colors of spring will be restored to the hair tips.
Rooted in loess, there is a plant growing, and loess, when I get close to loess.
I am convinced that it is more precious than gold, and loess is loess.
Nothing can grow in gold, nor can it awaken spring.
Famous Modern Poems by Famous Spring Writers III;
The solar calendar ended in March, and the weather suddenly turned cold again.
It's like this every spring. There are always some storms and unavoidable cold.
The rain in Mao Mao started yesterday morning and has not ended yet.
The weather forecast says it will rain in the next three days.
The rain in late spring is contradictory.
How many petals are knocked down and how many lives are nourished.
Without water, the static and dynamic places are more or less prosperous.
How many signs of life have appeared, and the world is busy.
We can never let the rain stop. For several days, the wind blew and the sun shone.
Let apricot blossom, peach blossom and pear blossom.
How grand spring is, all the participants applauded and dedicated all their hearts to spring.
A rain deepened the sadness and pain of a tree.
Sadly, that's a red dress.
Pain is those who are in full bloom but have nowhere to say goodbye.
The drizzle makes the temperature drop and the spring chill, which is not just an expression.
Shallow water sounds like sadness,
So many flowers fell and were destroyed,
Ruined the old face and ruined the hurried youth.