The Story of Spring Modern Poetry

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. Below I bring you stories of spring and modern poems, hoping to help you.

Chapter One: The Story of Spring

Autumn scenery at the foot of the riverside mountain.

Recall the story of spring

Remember those flowers.

Laughing at me for the second time.

Too much, be gentle.

Kishi Nobusuke, Doby, my thousand hands

Recall those willows on the shore.

One mistake makes another.

Miss my lingering, miss me.

Affectionate review

Celebrate the spring breeze of soldiers and generals.

Call me, bitter summer

Wandering in the peach grove, after autumn

Sit around and enjoy the fruits of other people's labor-one is better than the other.

Chapter Two: The Story of Spring (2)

Spring is really beautiful,

The sun shines brightly in spring.

In spring, the willows are green and everything recovers.

The dream of spring begins the story of spring.

The sea of flowers in full bloom of love,

Passion burns the light of life,

The spring full of lofty sentiments promotes the development of the cause.

The story of spring has infinite power of love,

All smiles and smiles are successful,

Rivers in Tao Tao push the waves forward,

Standing at the bow and waving to the spring in the east,

Spring story, spring smile,

Spring sunshine shines on the earth, it is red and bright!

The story of spring (3)

Walking in the wind

On whose shoulder do you sleep?

Touch the air

It will follow you around.

The noisy city closed its eyes.

The walking crowd stopped.

listen to

Spring, my story about you

About your beauty

Very frivolous

About your tenderness

Often think of

You learn to sing.

Before the wind blows

Where people walk

Switch direction

There you are.

Stay with the whole spring

Those budding girls

Talking about tomorrow and the past

They left you with me.

But only those stories

Further to the four seasons.