Modern Poetry in April on Earth

Modern Poetry in April in the Human World 1

April is a beautiful and crazy season.

It performs the dance of spring to its fullest,

bringing beauty to the world.

It brings people visual and auditory enjoyment.

There is a world of flowers everywhere,

They compete to show off their beauty,

showing their charming style.

The fragrance of flowers spread to every corner.

Its beauty attracts people’s attention.

Photographers use shutters to capture its beautiful moments.

Literati use pen and ink to describe its charm. < /p>

And friends stopped for it,

The circle of friends became their world.

It brings people unlimited imagination.

Listen, those roars,

seem to be jealous of all this,

keep protesting,

Anger is pouring out to people,

There are more than just flowers in April.

Look, under its raging,

The flowers also surrendered,

One by one they fell,

Wow, this Isn’t it Huayu?

The fairy scatters flowers,

It’s so beautiful!

The wind,

, failed to achieve its purpose,

On the contrary, it showed the most beautiful flower rain to people.

April is a colorful season,

You are paradise on earth.

Modern Poetry in April in the World 2

Waiting with a year of lovesickness

Enduring the dormant lonely hope

Finally meeting inadvertently

< p> The flowers in the small courtyard bid farewell to spring dreams

After waking up, they were left on the branches

The green fruits

Dense green leaves obscured With the shyness of April

The flute sound of the wind is low and soothing

Let the thoughts turn into the light dance of catkins

The emerald green ink drops on the willows Branches

Swaying boats on clear waves

The fence of the mountain wants to keep the footsteps of April

The spring water of a river surges with undulating curves< /p>

Time cannot be retained the most

Swallowed by the setting sun into the endless vastness

Looking at the white clouds and dogs through the small window

Gaze measurement Looking at the clear blue sky

Close at hand or out of reach

It depends on your mind

Stand up and look at the boundless land

There are hardworking folks

Using a lifetime of experience

flipping through a book

The calloused hands are on the title page

Leave a green mark

Savor the rain, snow, wind and frost in the book

Bitterness and harvest

April in the world

The years begin Chapters

There are beautiful lines of poetry

There are stories intertwined with emotions

There are also hopes irrigated by sweat