Original modern poetry spring

Back in spring, my heart was full of deep feelings. I was too heavy for a while and was blown away by the breeze, leaving a smooth face, unable to tell whether it was joy or sadness. So, what about the first modern poetry in spring? The following is a modern original poem "Spring" that I carefully arranged for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Original modern poem Spring 1 Pick a wisp of incense.

Borrow a gust of wind and send it to your dream.

If you turn over in your dream,

That must be me.

Come to your side

When you wake up, you will

Be surprised to find that

Next to your pillow, there really is.

A little flower

Original modern poem Spring 2 always wants to meet you.

Walk gracefully together in the wind and rain.

Graceful and restrained in the street full of rhyme

The hibernating spring breeze gradually woke up.

Set foot on poetic steps and melodies

Let years and youth dream.

How many brushes?

Everything seems to be in a hurry.

Let's use warm eyes

Light up all the road lights ahead.

As long as we are pregnant with spring.

No matter how lonely it is on a cold night, it will not be cold.

Jietou spring

No need to make public.

You don't need the grandstanding of parrots.

Just take a cup of green tea in your hand.

Let the picking mood get stronger every day.

Chuntiande street

No traffic noise is needed.

You don't need to spend a lot of time.

Just leave in peace with each other.

Rhythm yourself into the scenery you should have.

Original modern poem "Spring in the Snow 3"

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

Original modern poetry 4 petals leave the branches in spring

Looks a little sad.

Struggle in running water

Wave goodbye to me.

Catkin fluttering jitter

Leave me alone.

Cry in the warm wind

Go further and further

I can't bear to part.

Send away the tired spring.

Green leaves sympathize with me

Hold up a big umbrella for me.

In the bleak autumn wind

Ground hibernation

Water has pity on me.

Dedicate yourself to tenderness and sweetness.

It's as cold as ice now

Can't be near you.

Experience summer and autumn.

I miss the sentimental spring more.

Think of the vows of eternal love in spring

I raised my eyes.

Spring shines on the germ of seeds.

Appears on the roots and leaves of wheat seedlings

Snow is her figure.

Meihua is her pioneer.

Thinking about spring

XX is cold, not cold.

Thinking about spring

Face up to difficulties and go forward bravely.

We are about to enter a beautiful spring.

Spring 5, an original modern poem, 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.

Make a sacrifice to

Use 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 the pillars.

You didn't come when I came.

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?

The original modern poem Spring 7 is cold and bitter.

People yearn for the blooming spring, and snow should fly with emotion.

The ground is white and the air is full of air.

Heaven and earth are integrated, and flowers and snow are chaotic.

The earth and the sky are a whole candle, and the plum blossom of a child is half a wick.

Children unfold this picture of winter, and plum blossoms light the next spring.

Kissing the wind and dancing, embracing the mountains and rivers and coquetry.

When lovers are angry, they tear up love letters.

Or when the trees are sunny and the catkins are flying in spring.

Who is the pioneer of spring, who is the action signal to enter spring?

Whoever sweeps away pests will nourish the earth.

As soon as the snow shows its skill, there will be news in a good year.

Flying snow welcomes the spring, and spring brings snow back.

Snow is the prelude to spring, and spring is the macro of snow.

Six white petals are flying all over the sky, followed by the new beauty of spring.

The original modern poem "Spring Eight Turn to Heart Powder",

In the spring when flowers are in full bloom,

Bees are busy.

Butterflies are dancing

Is the shyness of flowers,

In the hidden spring,

My love.

Spring 9, an original modern poem, 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.

Original modern poem Spring 10 One night spring scenery is infinitely good.

The purples danced all night.

I woke up with a sweet smile on my lips.

Do I long for spring?

Winter is still too long.

The wind in winter scares me, and I have nowhere to hide.

The winter wind is so cold, it erodes every inch of my skin, making me tightly wrap my collar, put on heavy clothes, and stumble like a heavy ostrich in Yuan Ye in winter.

Yuan Ye in Winter is a black and white sketch.

Which painter paints so insipid and silent that there is no sign of life?

Close your eyes as if I heard the birds and flowers in spring and the running water in the stream. The footsteps of spring are coming to me.

Open your eyes, a roll of Haruka's flower roll is slowly opening, stepping on the rhythm of spring, throwing away clothes and dancing lightly. I want to dance the rhythm of spring, I want to dance the wonderful life, and I am resurrected in the melody of spring.

I have a longing in my heart. Can spring be far behind? Can hope be far behind?

Original Modern Poetry Spring 1 1 Wen/Danshui Qingyun

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.

Original modern poem Spring 12 puffed up,

Filled the chest.

Under the guidance of hysterical cicada singing,

Wandering around.

I became an accomplice,

And for the tiger.

Bluffing, yelling,

Exaggerate the burning thoughts.

Smoke drifted to the mountain,

Smoke the leaves all over the mountain yellow,

Maple leaf licked the wound,

Watching the dripping leaves bury me.

I don't have the strength to struggle,

Because I was surprised.

The ideal of leaves and trees,

Show your strength in your own way.

I am dead,

Want to pay homage to regret.

alive ...

This is a piece of leather.

My world began to snow,

The transparent world began to be pure.

Leaves are deposited in my clothes,

Mean is forgiven.

The soil on the head has softened,

I want to stretch my trunk.

Open your lazy eyes,

See the sky is blue.

Birds are choreographing,

Flowers are dancing.

The waves beat the rhythm,

Warm wind caressed the strings.

Kites are laid back,

The children laughed.

The green pens on the floor are in a mess.

Baiyun stopped to look carefully.

I also want to remind spring,

I am here. Why didn't you see it?

Original modern poetry spring 13 spring story

The season of spring blossoms.

It is easy to produce stories.

It's also romantic.

Some wet nights

In the fuzzy air

A classic love song drifted by.

Lyric saxophone is like an emotional woman.

Full of tender feelings

The heart is eccentric and close.

Palm to palm

Combine the two into one

Peach blossoms open their red mouths and call for spring.

The ending of the story is still a suspense.

It is tied to that old peach tree.

When the peaches bloom next spring.

The story continues

Original modern poem Spring 14 March Yangchun, warm light,

Through the charm of sunshine,

Spring breeze blows;

Fresh, soft and green.

Spring breeze;

Blowing through the earth, jungle, valley, river and desert. ......

Dispel the cold wind and puffy haze,

Green all over the country, awakening the desert of Saibei.

The spring breeze is blowing:

The skin of the earth-soil, soft and gentle,

Give birth to everything,

Wake up the creatures that have been stung for a winter.

The spring breeze is blowing:

The mist in the valley cleared away,

The jungle is full of sunshine,

The bird woke up and fluttered the sun to fly.

The spring breeze is blowing:

The willow branches stopped trembling,

Stretching freely in the air,

Show some new green greetings.

The spring breeze is blowing:

Melted the snow, melted the ice in the river,

Shining and rushing,

The spring is like a poem all the way.

The spring breeze is blowing:

The flowers are smiling,

Show off against the wind,

All kinds of purples, all kinds of charm.

Soft spring breeze;

With the gentle and sweet drizzle,

Dazzling and intoxicating green,

The fragrance that blows up is full of moisture. ......

In the spring of March, it is gorgeous and enjoyable.

Chun Qing is breathtaking,

Smile is the sunshine, water and nutrients of human beings. ......

The bond between you, me, heart and heart.

Original modern poetry spring 15 spring, this spring

Spring, this spring

This is spring, spring.

Everything revives and the world is beautiful.

This is the most beautiful season of the year.

This is the time when girls fall in love.

Irises perform on the stage.

Flowers are blooming in the garden.

In this beautiful world

The sun smiled gently.

The wind seems soft.

The joy of birds singing

I'm not happy at all.

There is no disappointment, nor is it lovelorn. ...

No reason

Just unhappy.

Spring, this spring

This is not my happiness.

The shallow singing of qingquan

The fragrance of flowers

The dance of bees and butterflies

This is misplaced everywhere in Shan Ye.

Just walk past me

This is not my wedding reception.

This is not my happiness.

Original Modern Poetry Spring 16 Swallow

It was cut.

Winter cold

Tears hung high on the branches.

It dried up, too.

Trouble, the dust settles.

Fly so far

Wipe away tears for you

This March, the cold spring left.

what else

Than the sunshine in this spring

More healing.

The seeds you planted.

Half asleep, gently touching.

You can germinate

Friends,

Please pick up a broken day.

Throw away sadness

Let spring melt into the ocean.

A page of young inflorescences

Set lace

Spread your wings, there are flowers in front.

The sweetness of life invites you to taste it.

Original modern poetry spring 17 spring story

It was a spring in 1979.

An old man drew a circle on the South China Sea in China.

Rise like a myth and build cities.

Miraculously gathered in Jinshan

Spring thunder awakened the inside and outside of the Great Wall.

Spring warms the banks of the river.

Ah, China, China.

You have taken a new step. You have taken a new step.

Enter the spring of Vientiane renewal

It was another spring in 1992.

An old man wrote a poem by the South Sea in China.

Spring tides roll between heaven and earth.

Raise a huge sail during the journey.

The spring breeze has turned the east of China green.

The spring rain moistens the home of China.

Ah, China, China.

You have unfolded a new century-old picture. You have unfolded a new century-old picture.

Hold out a colorful spring

ah ......