Famous modern poems about spring

There are many spring poems. Students, let’s take a look at the following famous modern poems about spring. We can all read them together! The famous modern poem of spring 1: Waiting for spring

Author: Li Aiyi

The dry willow branch

Shrinks the vitality

Only remains A layer of withered skin

Coping with

The torture of cold winter

Even if the sun is dancing

I will never understand the temptation

Even if the plum blossoms are fragrant

I will never compare with others

I

I have my own season

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Waiting

I don’t know whether I am recalling spring

or looking forward to spring

The spring in memories

has gone Two seasons have passed

The longing for spring

Already lingering at the door

In memories

Waiting

< p> Waiting

The moment when the spring thunder resounds

Waiting

The spring rain wets the branches

Only then will the lush greenery

Flow

Let all the vitality

Show desire

The years are carved on the trunk

In the cold wind Standing in longing

Watching the days rushing forward

Waiting in longing

Waiting for spring Famous modern poem 2: Spring Street

Author: The heart does not increase or decrease

Always thinking about meeting you

Together we are graceful in the wind and rain

Graceful in the street paved with rhymes< /p>

The hibernating spring breeze has gradually awakened

Stepping out poetic dance steps and melodies

Let the years and youth fall into dreams

How many rubs The shoulder has passed

Everything seems too hasty

Let us use warm eyes

Light up all the street lights in front

As long as we embrace spring

No matter how lonely the cold night is, it will never be cold

Spring in the street

No need for the ostentation of red and purple colors

No need for the claptrap of a parrot

All you need is a cup of tea in your hand

Let the mood of picking become stronger day by day

Spring Street

< p> There is no need for the hustle and bustle of traffic

There is no need for endless tossing and drinking

We just need to walk calmly with each other

Let your own rhythm become the scenery you should have

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