A short modern poem in spring 1 Spring revives the grass.
A night's sleep
stretch oneself
Keep your head down and bend down.
Observe the melted loose soil carefully.
Hay covered with dust
Out of the embrace of the root system
I am curious to walk into a damp place with a faint fragrance.
Put your hands on your knees and explore.
You can always find the door to nature.
Happy eyes
Shoot at the hazy corner
The hay can't hold on any longer.
Creatures with only metabolism.
Show a delicate green color.
I tried to pry open the soft soil.
Afraid of hurting the green shoots.
Only at the entrance of the earth
Stop the flood.
Spring is coming.
look of expectation
win support among the people
Heart beat
bold and unrestrained
Listen to exciting music.
Modern Short Poems in Spring 2 Spring, I am waiting for you to come back.
Dating on the hillside in the suburbs in spring
Bees gather honey in flower buds.
The stream flows among the flowers.
The spring breeze is continuous-
A white pear tree
The sun melted in spring-
Red peach blossom
In the field
Wild rape flowers are in full bloom.
One by one, one by one.
Hold your head high in the spring breeze.
When Yingying waved,
It will show its charm.
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Accompanied by dazzling sunshine
The spring breeze is continuous-
Wenxingxi river
Dye green mountains and rivers
In the sky
Beautiful clouds.
Little by little.
Sow hope in the spring breeze
When the seeds germinate
It will become colorful.
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Humming a soft and carefree tune
The spring breeze is continuous-
The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.
The wind is blowing flowers.
And the corners of your mouth
Open a shallow smile
When my heart is attached
There are layers of ripples
Shallow through the heart
Embrace a piece of spring in my heart.
Modern Short Poems in Spring 3 The Last Snow
Look out the window at the top of the tree.
Fog on the branches
Quietly dripping into the beauty of spring
Arch out the tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
Strong vitality
Calling for beautiful mountains and rivers with flowers and butterflies flying.
Aromatic moist soil
Take off your heavy winter coat.
Welcome every explorer to come.
A warm breeze
Like a clever swallow
With the message of spring.
Fly over mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, skyscrapers and island villages.
Delicate and bright sunshine
Disperse the world
Like a warm hand
Gently touch every inch of the earth's skin.
Girls in spring gather in the distance.
Take a leisurely stroll by the river.
Fresh and soft air
Wrapped in the fragrance that moistens the soil
The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze.
Free to plunge into the spring world.
Run to the hometown of spring.
sound of rain
Like a lyre.
Under the touch of the spring breeze
Ding Ding Dong Dong, elegant and floating.
The shadow of the tree, the forest of dreams.
Full of the fragrance of flower season
The freshness of rain is the sunshine of the soul.
Lead me into a colorful mystery
The giant hand of spring
Magic brush
Draw some colorful colors at will.
Set up a gorgeous gallery for the three mountains and five mountains
oh
Green in the north and green in the south.
Fields and mountains are dyed red in spring.
Sacred temple
The string of a river
Set aside smooth movements
The drums of the mountains
Play a cheerful symphony
Swallows whisper brightly.
Magpie announced the overture.
Let the long-lost mood fly
Wave goodbye to the winter last night.
Put wings on the hibernating heart
Dating with spring
Rub your sleepy eyes.
Tap on the door
Close to warm current
With the fragrance of my heart.
open one's heart (to)
Jump in the warm sunshine
Set foot on a high hillside
Cross the gurgling stream
Lift one leg and tie a red ribbon.
Staring at the spore, it contains sweet foam.
Purple dreams, talkative eyes
Spiritual crossing
Indulge in this fragrant air!
Modern short poems in spring 4 rape flowers. One piece after another is golden.
Peach blossoms are more and more delicate and charming.
The wind in my hometown is chattering again
On the way home, I went back and forth, bee.
Love songs all the way
Crazy, accompany me to the village entrance.
Knock on the antique old house
Rosewood door. My little white dog changed its normal state.
My teeth are clenched and I'm in a mess
The mother recognized her son's voice and forced a smile.
The crutches in your hand are flying in the air.
"This little white dog has peach blossom crazy again ..."
Mother was talking and laughing.
Call me a warm nickname.
As if I were the real spring.
Modern Short Poems of Spring 5 Steps of Spring
gently
Walking gently towards you
Like a breeze in my heart.
In the pan
A year's wish
The footsteps of spring
It was the river that took off its frozen coat.
I want to wake up.
Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river
Afraid again
The proverbs of spring thunder.
Humidity and breathing
sunlight
The footsteps of spring
This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.
Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.
Chunfeng wants a banquet.
Tinkling green and fluttering purple
Afraid again
Offended the sleeping soil.
That little tenderness.
light yellow
The footsteps of spring
It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.
Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.
Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.
Wipe a face of sunset
Afraid again
Carrying warm days
look around
Modern short poems are not far from spring and winter.
blowing snow
be in utter confusion
Haze is still shrouded in darkness.
However, you finally came.
Listen, in the distance, your footsteps have already sounded.
Smell, the fresh breath of your life, fluttering.
Your dreams shine on the new buds on the branches.
Snow melts into rain and fog dissipates and condenses.
For you, for your arrival, sprinkle welcome holy water.
You, the spirit of spring
As far as the spring flowers are not in full bloom.
Golden feathers dance like a breeze in the sun.
You are innocent.
Full of tenderness of water and clean snow.
A hint of coolness and warmth of sunshine is blowing.
You spin and float among the branches.
Weave the prospect of spring for the forest
Fly along your dream, and it will grow.
Brilliant images of green leaves, buds and spring flowers
The ice floes are melting and the river is gurgling.
What Ling Bo did was you and your singing skills.
The residual snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy shadow.
In the vast mountains, warmth rises.
All the birds sing and break through the cold.
The sonorous passion echoed and the sound of spring rippled.
Wave after wave of birds, whispering softly.
The tranquility and softness of early spring call for the dream of spring.
In just a few days, winter is cold and spring is warm.
The sun is shining and the blue sky becomes bluer.
Those buds and buds that germinate in winter spread out.
Listen, listen, spring is coming.
Those flower spirits and grass spirits.
They have all set out from the temple of the virtual kingdom, in the mountains and oceans.
Run to the annual fairy-like event.
Colorful Spring Celebrations of Life
Spring's Short Modern Poetry 7 Spring has come.
Miss Feng is holding a comb.
gently
Comb Sister Liu Shu's hair.
Spring is coming.
Grass woke up from Dong's mother's arms.
stretching
A delicate body
Spring is coming
Flowers are scrambling to open.
smile
Bloom a beautiful and charming smile
Spring is coming
Swallows fly back to their homes from other places.
busy
Pick up mud and grass to build a home
Spring is coming.
People take off heavy cotton-padded clothes.
happily
Swimming in the charming scenery of spring
The modern short poem Spring 8 is entangled with the wind outside the window.
Cold condensation
Silence is the only picture in the frozen world.
Snow, one piece at a time, one piece at a time.
Fly away from my door
Gorgeous as fireworks
Gently push away the time like leaves.
You can see the strict lines.
Autumn has drifted away on the road.
There are only faint clouds left on the high blue screen.
And the loneliness that the wind can't blow away.
Guard a few plum trees
Plant the lonely mood of the four seasons
A snowy day
Flowers bloom in May.
Flowers as red as fire and as thick as blood
How warm and high-spirited the life above is.
Is spring coming?
Spring is coming
Every time I talk to it,
Always tell me that.
Larks have been singing in the mountains.
The groundhog is exploring underground.
Ants, crickets, butterflies ...
They will push open the door of winter together.
Welcome the bright and fragrant spring with blooming flowers.
Those dormant lives
Those lives that exist quietly in darkness, cold, loneliness and pain.
They never lack light and are never afraid of the cold.
Never give up hope and never miss every spring.
No matter how much warmth and nostalgia the past has taken away.
How much pain and sorrow left behind
Please join this plum tree.
Bravely embark on the journey of spring.
Leave a beautiful and firm back for the world?
The short modern poem of spring 9 jade fingers lightly lift and caress the chords of spring.
The leaves clap their hands and the branches raise their hands.
I am floating in the rain lane.
Watch the rain fall, recite poems and dance.
Chun feng yi yi
The soft voice opened the curtain of spring.
The grass is growing and the willows are swaying.
I hid under the willow tree.
Listen to birds singing love songs.
The spring breeze is blowing,
Flying pen gives birth to flowers, imbibing the spring picture scroll.
The distant mountains are green, peach red and pear white.
I hid in the flowers.
Wait for the butterfly to come to me.
Modern short poems in spring 10 strolled in the drizzling spring breeze.
What floats out is the freshness of the revival of everything.
The faint chill is mixed with the excitement of willow fighting for Cui clothes.
In spring, the mountains in the distance are quiet.
Time flies with the wind.
Countless times of cleaning up are amazing and make people think.
Look at the willows by the lake.
Bend down and lower your head.
Look at the river quietly and smile.
It seems that I am combing my long hair.
There seems to be a long silk scarf.
Persistence, intoxication, persistence.
On the way to Xiaoshi, laughter scattered all over the floor.
For children, adults and the elderly.
Through a long garden
A painter's sketchpad came into view.
Brushes and watercolors pass through big trees and short trees that are slanted by the setting sun.
Copy the scene in front of you
Spring modern short poem 1 1 When I came, you hadn't come yet.
When I left, you were gone.
When the swallows came back, they were on their way to other places.
Who is watching a love that consumes all?
My ears echoed with my mother's warning.
"You are a child of spring.
You should have an active mind. "
Mom, mom
I cried for the first time
Will it change the world quietly?
A short modern poem in spring: firecrackers.
Successive landing
Those more or less happy.
Like snow
Warm and slender branches
The old year is gone forever.
The new year is also quietly beginning.
A fleeting day
Let youth grow old day by day
Childhood grows up day by day
The past is blowing in the wind.
Hope is budding.
In the sky
Whose phone is that?
Let you feel the warmth of spring
early spring
After a brief warmth
But it's not winter after all.
79 rivers are open.
Bajiu yanlai
spring
Walk into your door
Short modern poems in spring 13 because the flowing night is the river of mercury.
You will have a chance to see another sun.
Because dark mountains fill the sky.
The hometown of Dream Tree is full of fragrant flowers.
In the first season, you go back to see the scenery
Because the snow in winter solidifies into stone statues.
Go and see the full moon in Mid-Autumn Festival.
Keep exploring and listen to crickets sing.
There is a Myrica rubra tree at the foot of the sky.
Looking from the window, it tends to zero.
Deep in the circle, the deep sea beacon flashes.
This season only blooms without fruit.
He who looks at plums to quench his thirst stops
This is the bottom line, not the red line.
Cross the line and have an affair.
The morning glory snake wears the heart.
There is a flock of sheep on the green grass.
The only thing left is a relationship.
look after
A lonely yellow flower
She can't escape.
Bow down to worship Buddha because of injustice
I slept well and didn't know that the dawn of spring had come.
Who got up early in the queue?
Gift of mineral water
Arranged days, burning incense and begging for children.
The unknown germinates in spring.
There are four seasons to wait.
Reincarnate into another flower.
Modern Short Poems in Spring 14 Sunshine and Hazy Hand in Hand
Vast land
Moisturize, nourish and hold your head.
Yin Yin Taohua
Petals squeeze the waist
Warm spring breeze
How much hope and warmth.
Linglong chunying
Happy crows are all over the branches.
Several flashes of lightning and thunder
Mixed with heavy rain
Cherry blossoms with tender buds and new leaves
Full of energy and enchanting.
The fragrance of the earth comes slowly.
The charm of spring is full of hope.
Just wait for the sun to shine.
Out of the fragrance of spring in the distance
A short modern poem Spring 15 in the snow
Put your hands in your pockets.
Low drop
Hurriedly on the road
That must be.
Not a photographer
A person who enjoys the scenery
In this world.
How many people are trying to
survive
Fight against life in the cold wind
Chasing the sun
Who is better than them?
Need more
sunlight
White earth
watch/wait for a chance/an opportunity
Na ying zhi chun
Spring-like warmth
The modern short poem in spring 16 turns green, 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.
A modern short poem Spring 17 heard 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 short poems in spring 18 My heart is in a mess this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
A short modern poem Spring 19 stands at the crossroads of the cold wind.
Whitney Houston
The snow continued to float, dyed and covered.
The crossroads of spring
Keep walking and climb the mountain at twelve o'clock.
In the cycle of time
Measure the length of the four seasons, winter goes and spring comes.
There is only a piece of snow in the crack.
It rains in winter and melts in spring.
Maybe I'm at the window in winter.
Looking at the spring sunshine.
Feel the warmth of winter and the cold of spring.
Which direction does the wind blow?
I will go there.
Nothing. I've been walking in the alley in spring.
Sacrifice a fallen leaf as stationery.
Send it to you, memories of three years ago.
Then, you are by the fire in winter.
Read, burn
I use a drop of water in winter.
Send the state of my heart.
It freezes into ice when it touches the eaves.
In another warm season, melting
Continue the past that should continue.
Dig a grave in your heart
Bury the ashes of leaves
In the season of memory, burn incense on it.
Modern short poems in spring 20 bright sunshine shines on the earth.
Flowers are in full bloom and fragrant.
I stand in the warm spring breeze.
I look forward to meeting you this time.
The breeze aroused my thoughts.
Ten miles of spring breeze is not as beautiful as you.
There are flowers everywhere you go.
The air you breathe out is fresh.
How many lovesickness did a red bean write?
The moon sings a thousand-year poem.
A blessing when the moon is full
How drunk is the sweetness of love?
Looking back on past lives, the true meaning of this life.
The road of love is tortuous, and the sweetness brings bitterness to tie the knot.
Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan, you and I will always be happy together. I only love you all my life.