Modern Poetry in Spring

What are the modern poems describing spring? The following are the modern spring poems I compiled. Welcome to read!

Modern Poetry in Spring 1 The Last Feather Collected.

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

Gently licking the sails sailing in the sea of the four seasons.

who is it?

After harvesting love,

Once again, under the eaves of love, I fell out of favor and turned my back on my prayers.

Once romantic passion

Wet a tear quietly.

Swimming in spring

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See the fading light.

In the tempering of clouds

have a bath

Haitian Chu

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

Spring Modern Poetry 2 Spring is coming slowly.

Calm and gentle

These flowers open in the form of petals.

Brilliant red cheeks are still smiling.

The grass is covered.

Green dress

one by one

gradually

It is the green wave on the vilen.

Wandering on the path in spring.

With the endless tenderness of spring

Endless secret language

Trembling with huifeng.

the hearts connect with string

An ancient ballad

It attracted the laughter of the children. ...

The pace of early spring remains.

It is a bud on a branch.

It is a bud in the flower bed.

It's the crisp cry of old Yan Guichun.

Thin mud hits people's soles.

Birds are singing spring poems.

Light blue. The breeze blows through your fingers.

Soft rain falls from my head. ...

A spring rain

Dance lightly and gracefully

spring rain

soft

transparent

Harmonious

The sky uses this needle-like thing

Weave into transparent cloth

Spring is coming slowly.

Calm and gentle

These flowers open in the form of petals.

Brilliant red cheeks hung with a continuous smile.

Modern Poetry in Spring 3 Get on the train for spring.

along with

Sword of the season

Scrape mercilessly

A restless bud

Let the ice crack all winter.

extend

Holding a hunting flag

pursue

A snow in spring

Step on it

The equator in spring

A heavy snow will be precious.

Dialogue between Spring and Snow

Inclined chamber

Flowing wantonly

Snowflakes float in six directions.

Give instructions

Send a wet message.

In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow.

Very suddenly

Abnormal cold weather in early spring

Grab everyone's love

look into the sky

The connection between heaven and earth

Intense and pure

be on the decline

Head-on is waiting

Spring Modern Poetry 4 Spring is floating in the branches.

Spring shines among the flowers.

Spring sings in the wings of swallows.

Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.

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.

Spring tides are like rough waves.

A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.

A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.

Are quietly nesting.

Spring modern poetry 5 sometimes contradicts its own stubbornness.

It is also hateful, and it is also hateful to be too ignorant.

Spring has come, but I don't know how to walk in the suburbs.

It's stuffy all winter

I don't know how much weight I gained.

The excess fat in this winter should be returned to spring.

Spring has come, and those haze have not dispersed.

Fat growing in winter

Add a little greed.

I hate these. I'd rather

Keep your body close to the bright spring.

Let the extra part of winter disappear as soon as possible.

Take advantage of the spring breeze and sunshine

Stretch one's tight arms

Take more formal steps.

Put greed, selfishness, narrowness ...

And all the gloom of the spring breeze.

Don't write the poem too well.

Don't lead such a heavy life.

In case the flowering period of the Spring Festival is delayed.

In case buds and green leaves delay blooming.

Let the true colors of spring be restored to the hair tips.

Take root in loess and grow with a plant.

And loess, when I get close to loess.

Because it is more precious than gold.

Believe it. Loess is loess.

Nothing grows in gold.

Can't wake up spring.

That kind of gold is too monotonous and cold.

Mature or degenerate?

Autumn is boring.

The cycle of everything is more overlapping.

Will eventually return to loess.

It will start in spring.

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Except for other villagers, it's just the three of us.

After Lao Guo left, he was on the fifth floor of the dormitory of Provincial Second Construction Institute.

Let's have a long talk while the wine is still there.

It's natural to pick up a brush.

Your "dragon and tiger steps" are self-contained.

I am proud of being comparable to a famous artist.

As for others, writing can be worthless.

On the auspicious day of the ecliptic in February of the lunar calendar, although I have some confidence.

But raise your head and lower your head.

There are too many fetters on the road in spring night.

Or give more time to look up to everything.

Let it raise its head and give us more guidance.

Bring us good luck.

As for us, let's walk with our heads down.

This trip is in Bozhou, the hometown of Cao Gong, on the Anhui border.

"It's hard to go to Japan", so let tomorrow's sunrise accompany you.

From Shijiazhuang North Station, take the train all the way to the southeast.

We can arrive tomorrow.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, the same piece of grass.

Pursuing the distance has existed since ancient times.

After returning, it woke up in the loess.

Its immortality lies in a spirit.

Our generation is unparalleled.

Tomb-Sweeping Day, take a blade of grass.

Everyone who died.

Past lives has its own grass.

They returned to the world and the earth.

Longer than all things and wider than the stars.

Therefore, I know not to trample.

Learn to respect!

Tomb-Sweeping Day, take a blade of grass.

Sitting on the floor with the spring breeze.

Start a conversation with a grass

In the spring breeze, it's free.

Look, how quiet it is.

Don't disturb anyone.

Look, how simple it is.

Sprouting in spring and heading in summer

Once autumn is over, it's great.

Modern Poetry 8 suddenly rises in spring.

The sunshine stung my eyes.

Through the cracks in the branches

I saw it.

New green and fragrant peaches and plums in bud

And budding creatures.

The cry of a swallow under the beam

Wake up, sleeping earth

The wind is blowing, and it won't go away.

Rape flower, lost my eyes in an instant.

Old farmer, wrinkled face

Laugh against the wind

Miss Chun, the clothes are fluttering.

Spread everywhere with the wind

In this world, there are songs and laughter.

The school is full of vitality.

Spring, bud

It's not just new green and flowers.

And a poetic heart.

Sing for spring