The originality of modern poetry lies in spring.

Introduction: Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty. It is a kind of poetry. Compared with classical poetry, although it is written for feeling things, it is generally informal in format and rhythm. I'll bring you some modern poems about Yuan Chun, hoping to help you.

Chun Xue (1)

Who is knocking at your window?

Snowflakes falling in spring

Who sneaked into your heart?

Covered up the chaos of mountains and plains.

Who disturbed the dream of spring?

Bring elegant spring flowers and snowflakes.

Chun Xue plays the winter melody.

Make early spring low eyebrows shy.

Quietly knock the snow off my forehead.

Drop on the ground

Splash a faint earthy smell.

Hold your head high and visit the warm sun hidden in the clouds.

There is a bright spring in my heart.

Take a walk along Xiushui River

Indifference and melancholy in life

Bow to your face.

The fragrance flowed out.

Look around.

Chun Xue nourishes beautiful scenery.

Apply a little to your fingertips.

In my words, Chun Xue is graceful and restrained.

Walking between the lines of spring

Listen to the light snow whispering.

Who is in the poem of spring?

Express the joy of meeting in early spring

Who is in the picture of spring?

Describe the beauty of vitality.

Who is in spring?

Embroidered hands shed a passion and romance of Chun Xue.

Create a bright spring day.

Mix with snowflakes

Blow the breeze into the ink

Embrace the snow into the picture

Draw poems in early spring

Let the fleeting wind be fragrant forever.

Chun Xue's happiness.

Carved on the forehead of this season.

Let snowflakes fly all over the sky

I just hope that spring is quiet.

Make you smile and be safe.

Singing in Spring (2)

In this way, spring began.

Wake up from the flowers

She has honey-like love, in the sun.

Close to my softness

Softness is the rain in March

Day and night, clear waves are brewing.

Brew everything related to warmth.

Are you here or not?

As vivid as my season.

Choose a sunny afternoon.

Push open the design mirror in a cup of tea.

Let a fragrant heart find its partner.

This looks very beautiful.

Everything plain and clean always moves me.

As a matter of fact, I have passed February.

The scissors of the spring breeze wound my heart into a Buddha.

Those flying words just jump on the wet branches.

If you happen to pass by

Please be sure to seize my spring.