Modern Poetry in Spring 1 Eye
One eye
open
Look at lovers and butterflies
Butterflies and lovers
And roses
A uterus.
adequately
A spring
This spring, modern poetry has two sharp corners.
All the sharp corners of the roof are silent.
The sound of the wind being cut, creaking
All the treetops are not premeditated, they are premeditated.
The prophet's green is covered with flags.
Birds, talking about building a nest in the Woods.
The climate in the south is suitable for long-term settlement.
Mother changed the position of the flower tray on the balcony.
Peach blossom, rose and lily set each other off.
I stood in the corner, and everything stretched out to spring.
Call me and walk into an unparalleled new world.
The rain this spring
The first rain fell in the south.
The beautiful sky is as pure as a peach blossom.
No foreign language, half a drop of rain beads bend.
Jade eyes, the outline of spring is clear.
There are flowers and bees in the city under the sky.
Flowers and bees
And the crowd
Her round forehead is full of youthful vitality.
A bus came and there were many people.
She got on the bus, a kind of ambiguity.
The way he waved was perfect.
Symmetrical notes, plump and transparent.
Modern Poetry 4 of this Spring Pasturing Cattle
Eighteen years old, she is herding cattle.
Long hair, sunglasses, boots
A well-tailored short skirt
A real street girl
She said that she had never been to the county seat.
Five dreams of modern poetry this spring
Quiet house, let the gecko climb into the net.
The window was shaking, and the soul ran out.
Shadow has become the most beautiful part of judging light.
I sat next to myself.
The old table is crumbling and the teacups are shaking.
Like the sea, there is a boat drifting.
Sink into the water
Bird's foot, walk in
Call me gently and wake up in my dream.
This spring, Modern Poetry 6 Garden.
The earth, cotton wool grows again
On the other side of the village, a tree rose.
The footsteps of the clouds follow the girls.
Close, close, with fine eyes.
The winter sunshine shakes off the windbreaker, which is soft in texture.
Antenna, grass tip, eyes.
Look up at the direction of the wind chimes and raise your hand.
Pulling out the cork of red wine, the flowers smiled.
On the grass, a stone stands on its ear.
Waiting for the wings of swallows, but there are caterpillars.
Come out and pray boldly.
One leaf, another leaf.
My garden is in my palm.
Buildings and irregular sites, including
The stream flows slowly, and the heart is welcoming.
You speak the language of fish and swim to spring.
This spring, modern poetry 7 smiles.
Clothes have increased and decreased.
Reduce and increase
Just showing a little warmth.
In an instant, the cold wind struck again.
Light green goose yellow
Persistence is a kind of blooming.
Taohua Chu Jian
pear flower take rain
dear
Do you know that?/You know what?
In order to welcome your smile
I am complete.
Wait a winter.
The red moon that night
implicit
What kind of lovesickness is it?
It was last September, wasn't it?
That parting
Let the unkempt thoughts
Continue in a new ring
Even if the cocoon breaks into a butterfly
Who can tell the silkworm chrysalis struggling in the dark?
How many wrinkles have you added to your face?
Instantly wonderful
Just want to mate with beautiful women
then
Grow old in happiness
Clothes have decreased and increased.
Increase and decrease
In this melancholy spring
How much do I want?
Get rid of bloated ugliness as soon as possible.
Give you the best side.
Never say you don't have time.
Any prevarication
It's an excuse
Let's meet.
Not in the foreseeable future.
This spring is the eighth spring of modern poetry.
I heard that spring is coming,
I want to go out and look for it
I heard thunder rolling in the morning,
With the rustling of rain,
Dad said, this is the sound of spring.
I took off my thick cotton-padded jacket,
Put on beautiful spring clothes,
Mom said that this is the makeup in spring.
I saw small trees in the roadside flower beds.
Pull out tender new buds,
They said, spring is coming, spring is coming.
The flower beds in the sky by Liuyang River,
It is full of winter jasmine like a waterfall,
They said, spring is coming, spring is coming.
My family went to Gaoping for a spring outing.
Seeing a large rape flower,
Like a yellow sea.
In our QQ farm,
Little earthworms show their little heads naughtily,
Start loosening the soil like swimming in the water.
I have lost two small front teeth for a long time.
Hearing the news of spring,
It's growing out slowly.
Spring is coming,
Spring is there,
Spring is in our eyes,
Spring is in our hearts,
Ah! I finally found spring.
9 yuan Ye, a modern poem this spring.
It rained lightly for a few days and it became colder and colder.
A few days of cool snow.
It's cold in spring
Newly sprouted willow branches
experienced
Snow pressure frost
Although it is March day.
How cold is it?
March is already spring.
The weather has not cleared up yet.
cold wind
Blowing all day.
Nobody has time to worry about this.
come and go
hurried
the difference is
All wrapped in thick winter clothes.
Sleet weather
It seems that it has nothing to do with me.
I cann't help but let me
Want to study in high school
freedom
You can have a happy class.
Sometimes a person is in a daze.
Follow your own mood.
Don't want others to be bound.
Don't be afraid.
teacher-student relationship
As close as father and son
Like a mother and a daughter.
the whole day
The face is full of bright sunshine.
The surrounding air condenses.
The bell rang suddenly.
The dream just now was interrupted.
Must return to reality
Still have to play the residual heat.
Handheld class notes
Umbrella
Through the broken rain curtain
Climb up directly from the stairwell
walk with vigorous strides
Run to the podium
Expand the handout
Greet the children with a smile
a new day
In this way, black and pink appeared.
Wake up by the alarm clock every day.
Looks in a hurry.
Dispel the mist of morning light
Braving the cold wind and frost
Walk through the mud of the campus
Welcome the dawn of the morning glow.
But I don't hesitate.
Accustomed to growing up with children
I'm afraid wrinkles will climb on my forehead.
Regardless of silver hair and cream
Wearing a pair of reading glasses
In class, it is heroic.
Talk like a waterfall
passionate
Carefully cultivate peaches and plums
Yuan Man Tao Li Xiang
Although it is old.
Old age is strong.
If you close your eyes for a hundred years,
I want to be the king of children in the afterlife.
A life of ease
Comfortable town-fresh water!
That's what I do.
Live comfortably every day!
Look out of the classroom window
The rising sun has been exposed.
Willow branches crushed by frost and snow
The morning breeze blows gently.
The bright green bud treasure of cereal yellow
Blooming quietly in the spring breeze
A golden rape flower
Decorate the round leaves with bright crystals.
Modern Poetry in Spring 10 Haitian
The last season to collect feathers
After experiencing that kind of abundant vitality
Hiding in the twilight of spring
Under the wings of the day
Quiet and elegant serenade
Living in the wind
Lick it gently and keep sailing.
The sails of the sea of four seasons
who is it?
After harvesting love,
Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love
Refuse to pray
Once romantic passion
Wet a tear quietly.
Swimming in spring
Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye
See the fading light.
Bathed in the warmth of clouds
In the sea and sky, control the heat of beautiful feathers
The endless journey beyond the smoke lock is impossible.
Silently promised again.
Raise the pious prayer flag
Go far away
who is it?
Hunting for spring feathers
But I can't find the soaring sky
Collect feathers on the branches of feelings
Modern Poetry in Spring 1 1 Spring Girl
Miss chun is here.
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Filled with many things
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing,
Ha ha ha ... "
This spring, the modern poem 12 is in the small forest with urban effect.
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Modern Poetry in Spring 13 Birds
Push open the door of spring
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Modern Poetry in Spring 14 Spring Girl
Miss chun is here.
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Filled with many things
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing,
Ha ha ha ... "
Modern Poetry in Spring 15 Spring Girl
Miss chun is here.
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Filled with many things
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
"I am so happy!"
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing, hahaha ... "
The wind shook the branches,
Water, bleached duck feathers,
Looking forward to the whole winter,
Look, spring is coming!
Let's put on spring clothes,
Like a bird with new feathers,
Fly over the Woods, fly over the hills,
The laughter of spring is everywhere.
Seeing the first butterfly flying,
It pulls my feet;
I'm glad to catch it,
Let go lovingly.
Seeing the first daisy open,
I couldn't help jumping for joy,
Xiaohua, do you still recognize me?
Look how big I've grown!
Come to the branch that fell last year,
Waiting for it to spit out new green shoots;
In order to wake up the sleeping stream,
Listen to it sing and run with it.
Tired of walking, I lay in the field,
The sun is shining overhead.
Who scratched my cheek?
Song of Spring Cui Moqing
Spring floats among the branches.
Spring shines among the flowers.
Spring sings in the wings of swallows.
Dancing in the pigeon whistle in spring
Spring gives the western hills a green wave.
Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.
Spring brings vitality to the fields.
The ancient city in spring is charming.
Spring thunder beats drums.
Running and crying in the spring breeze.
Spring rain spreads songs.
The spring tide is as rough as waves.
A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.
A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.
Are quietly nesting.