Modern Poetry in Spring

No matter in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to many excellent poems. Different poems have different language styles, characteristics and skills. Then the question is, what kind of poetry is classic? The following are my carefully arranged modern poems about spring, which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

Poetry in Modern Spring 1 Birds in Spring

I hear birds chirping.

In the city, there are several spring birds.

They are afraid to go into town.

Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.

Let me sprout a sense of closeness.

They are my friends.

Like a relative I met by chance.

They are looking for unknown bugs.

Make a friendly voice to one's companion

After school, I fell in love with birdsong.

In the debate about birds,

I pushed open the door of spring.

Modern Poetry of Spring 2 "Fall in Love with Spring"

It is sunny in April.

The sky is dark blue.

Zi Jin Hua Er

In the bright spring

Sprinkle a string of gentle laughter

Purple clothes

Like a thin silk sand flowing.

Through the smooth face of purple hibiscus

Such as duanxiang, a cup of blue high alcohol slurry.

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How beautiful purple is!

Beautiful spring, moist and dazzling.

Overlooking the purple hibiscus

As gentle and deep as the deep blue sea.

Smiling Fu Fei smiles at you!

You can't help feeling ripples.

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Purple hibiscus, a hundred flowers blossom, is full of fun.

She developed her beauty to the extreme.

Release the spirit of her alcohol slurry.

For spring.

The lover in my heart

She poured out her youth.

Look at this bird.

Fly around her.

People who walk by

Can't stop looking back

The grass straightened up and looked out.

The river put on new clothes and prepared for an encounter.

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Amethyst fell in love with spring.

Do you know

Spring is deep.

We're leaving?

When Amethyst is happy,

Inner sadness

How to create a spring that is not old?

Or create a finely carved platinum wedding ring?

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Aishang spring

I am destined to fall in love with the thoughts of the four seasons.

Late spring season

Patches of twilight flowers

Telling another kind of affection

There is sadness

Have nostalgia

Had to give up.

More is silent love.

Modern Spring Poetry 3 "Spring Scenery"

For their own stubbornness, sometimes very contradictory.

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.

So as not to delay the flowering period of the Spring Festival.

So as not to delay the blooming of buds and green leaves.

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.

Modern Poetry 4 in Spring "Waiting for Spring"

Author: Zhang Pinglu

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Dating on the hillside in the suburbs in spring

Bees gather honey in flower buds.

The stream flows among the flowers.

spring breeze

A white pear tree

Chun Yang Rongrong

Red peach blossom

In the field

Wild rape flowers are in full bloom.

One by one, one by one.

Hold your head high in the spring breeze.

When Yingying waved,

It will show its charm.

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Accompanied by dazzling sunshine

spring breeze

Wenxingxi river

Dye green mountains and rivers

In the sky

Beautiful clouds.

Little by little.

Sow hope in the spring breeze

When the seeds germinate

It will become colorful.

In spring, I will wait for you to come back.

Humming a soft and carefree tune

spring breeze

The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.

The wind is blowing flowers.

And the corners of your mouth

Open a shallow smile

When my heart is attached

There are layers of ripples

Shallow through the heart

Embrace a piece of spring in my heart.

Writing for spring

Author: silence

The last snow

Look out the window at the top of the tree.

Fog on the branches

Quietly dripping into the beauty of spring

Arch out the tender buds of frozen soil

Tap on the earth's door

Strong vitality

Calling for beautiful mountains and rivers with flowers and butterflies flying.

Aromatic moist soil

Take off your heavy winter coat.

Welcome every explorer to come.

A warm breeze

Like a clever swallow

With the message of spring.

Fly over mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, skyscrapers and island villages.

Delicate and bright sunshine

Disperse the world

Like a warm hand

Gently touch every inch of the earth's skin.

Girls in spring gather in the distance.

Take a leisurely stroll by the river.

Fresh and soft air

Wrapped in the fragrance that moistens the soil

The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze.

Free to plunge into the spring world.

Run to the hometown of spring.

sound of rain

Like a lyre.

Under the touch of the spring breeze

Ding Ding Dong Dong, elegant and floating.

The shadow of the tree, the forest of dreams.

Full of the fragrance of flower season

The freshness of rain is the sunshine of the soul.

Lead me into a colorful mystery

The giant hand of spring

Magic brush

Draw some colorful colors at will.

Set up a gorgeous gallery for the three mountains and five mountains

oh

Green in the north and green in the south.

Fields and mountains are dyed red in spring.

Sacred temple

The string of a river

Set aside smooth movements

The drums of the mountains

Play a cheerful symphony

Swallows whisper brightly.

Magpie announced the overture.

Let the long-lost mood fly

Wave goodbye to the winter last night.

Put wings on the hibernating heart

Dating with spring

Rub your sleepy eyes.

Tap on the door

Close to warm current

With the fragrance of my heart.

open one's heart (to)

Jump in the warm sunshine

Set foot on a high hillside

Cross the gurgling stream

Lift one leg and tie a red ribbon.

Staring at the spore, it contains sweet foam.

Purple dreams, talkative eyes

Spiritual crossing

Indulge in this fragrant air!

Writing for spring

Rape flower. One piece after another is golden.

Peach blossoms are more and more delicate and charming.

The wind in my hometown is chattering again

On the way home, I went back and forth, bee.

Love songs all the way

Crazy, accompany me to the village entrance.

Knock on the antique old house

Rosewood door. My little white dog changed its normal state.

My teeth are clenched and I'm in a mess

The mother recognized her son's voice and forced a smile.

The crutches in your hand are flying in the air.

"This little white dog has peach blossom crazy again ..."

Mother was talking and laughing.

Call me a warm nickname.

As if I were the real spring.

The footsteps of spring

Author: motorcycle ranger

The footsteps of spring

gently

Walking gently towards you

Like a breeze in my heart.

In the pan

A year's wish

The footsteps of spring

It was the river that took off its frozen coat.

I want to wake up.

Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river

Afraid again

The proverbs of spring thunder.

Humidity and breathing

sunlight

The footsteps of spring

This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.

Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.

Chunfeng wants a banquet.

Tinkling green and fluttering purple

Afraid again

Offended the sleeping soil.

That little tenderness.

light yellow

The footsteps of spring

It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.

Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.

Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.

Wipe a face of sunset

Afraid again

Carrying warm days

look around

The sound of spring

Winter is not far away.

blowing snow

be in utter confusion

Haze is still shrouded in darkness.

However, you finally came.

Listen, in the distance, your footsteps have already sounded.

Smell, the fresh breath of your life, fluttering.

Your dreams shine on the new buds on the branches.

Snow melts into rain and fog dissipates and condenses.

For you, for your arrival, sprinkle welcome holy water.

You, the spirit of spring

As far as the spring flowers are not in full bloom.

Golden feathers dance like a breeze in the sun.

You are innocent.

Full of tenderness of water and clean snow.

A hint of coolness and warmth of sunshine is blowing.

You spin and float among the branches.

Weave the prospect of spring for the forest

Fly along your dream, and it will grow.

Brilliant images of green leaves, buds and spring flowers

The ice floes are melting and the river is gurgling.

What Ling Bo did was you and your singing skills.

The residual snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy shadow.

In the vast mountains, warmth rises.

All the birds sing and break through the cold.

The sonorous passion echoed and the sound of spring rippled.

Wave after wave of birds, whispering softly.

The tranquility and softness of early spring call for the dream of spring.

In just a few days, winter is cold and spring is warm.

The sun is shining and the blue sky becomes bluer.

Those buds and buds that germinate in winter spread out.

Listen, listen, spring is coming.

Those flower spirits and grass spirits.

We have set out from the virtual temple in the forest.

Run to the annual fairy-like event.

Colorful Spring Celebrations of Life

Hello, Spring.

Author: laughing crazy

Spring is coming

Miss Feng is holding a comb.

gently

Comb Sister Liu Shu's hair.

Spring is coming.

Grass woke up from Dong's mother's arms.

stretching

A delicate body

Spring is coming

Flowers are scrambling to open.

smile

Bloom a beautiful and charming smile

Spring is coming

Swallows fly back to their homes from other places.

busy

Pick up mud and grass to build a home

Spring is coming.

People take off heavy cotton-padded clothes.

happily

Swimming in the charming scenery of spring

Spring in full bloom

Author: Yi Chi Qing Hui

The wind is winding outside the window.

Cold condensation

Silence is the only picture in the frozen world.

Snow, one piece at a time, one piece at a time.

Fly away from my door

Gorgeous as fireworks

Gently push away the time like leaves.

You can see the strict lines.

Autumn has drifted away on the road.

There are only faint clouds left on the high blue screen.

And the loneliness that the wind can't blow away.

Guard a few plum trees

Plant the lonely mood of the four seasons

A snowy day

Flowers bloom in May.

Flowers as red as fire and as thick as blood

How warm and high-spirited the life above is.

Is spring coming?

Spring is coming

Every time I talk to it,

Always tell me that.

Larks have been singing in the mountains.

The groundhog is exploring underground.

Ants, crickets, butterflies ...

They will push open the door of winter together.

Welcome the bright and fragrant spring with blooming flowers.

Those dormant lives

Those lives that exist quietly in darkness, cold, loneliness and pain.

They never lack light and are never afraid of the cold.

Never give up hope and never miss every spring.

No matter how much warmth and nostalgia the past has taken away.

How much pain and sorrow left behind

Please join this plum tree.

Bravely embark on the journey of spring.

Leave a beautiful and firm back for the world?

Modern Spring Poetry 5 "Praise for Spring"

Jade fingers blow and caress the strings of spring.

The leaves clap their hands and the branches raise their hands.

I am floating in the rain lane.

Watch the rain fall, recite poems and dance.

Chun feng yi yi

The soft voice opened the curtain of spring.

The grass is growing and the willows are swaying.

I hid under the willow tree.

Listen to birds singing love songs.

The spring breeze is blowing,

Flying pen gives birth to flowers, imbibing the spring picture scroll.

The distant mountains are green, peach red and pear white.

I hid in the flowers.

Wait for the butterfly to come to me.

Modern Poetry in Spring 6 1, Smile in Spring

At dawn, I saw it

There is a flower in the Baihua Garden.

The most fragrant and colourful.

It is the soul of poetry and it is very warm to read.

The surging snow makes me

A little more confidence.

You are persistent, inch by inch into eager eyes.

And all that nonsense.

Put it on the counter and rearrange it.

You use sweat and wisdom

Fill every void in life

Erase desolation

In the dawn, I also saw

Flocks of birds fly into the blue sky.

Yaoyao wishes you!

2. Hope of Spring

Winter beckons to us again and again.

Get in position and put on white clothes.

The cannon and I also put on seasonal camouflage.

A day when the north wind is blowing tighter and tighter.

Snow White is a good material.

Silence is also the norm.

The occasional racing day.

Squeeze out a faint smile on the position.

I saw it in a bitter smile

In fact, silence itself is also a disguise.

Location has stolen the seeds of spring.

Hold in your arms.

At the temperature of me and the cannon.

That's enough.

Hold on tight.

Covering heat

carefully

Afraid of accidentally popping up.

Stretching will dye the position green.

Dye the position red.

This will upset the sorting of seasons.

In that case

The spring can only be temporarily in position.

Quietly germinate

Grow up quietly

Then grow ears and eyes first

Listen to distant places.

Is peace still there?

Look far away.

Or smoke from the kitchen?

Well, just grow up quietly.

The coldest day

Spring in place

Never wither

3. Spring of life

Changing times

Stay away from the cold in winter

years as the song

Welcome a rich spring.

Spring with dreams.

Scatter the sunshine in your heart.

Spring is full of vitality.

Sow hope in the world

Spring brings a ballad.

Sing a nice song.

Spring brings beauty.

It's very colorful.

Spring is an eye-catching feast.

Spring is a colorful picture.

Spring rain moistens everything.

The soft spring breeze blew away the haze.

Affectionate bud is about to laugh.

Qian Fan is floating in the surging spring.

Have a cup of light green tea.

Sing a beautiful poem

When you wake up from your dream, it's already spring.

Another year of spring welfare.

How much sadness and resentment has been diluted?

Say goodbye to the cold winter

Looking back and smiling is safe.

Push open the window lattice

The sea of hearts in spring will be brilliant.

As long as there is love in my heart

Even if it is cold in spring.

I can also feel the warm wind on my face.

This garden is full of the beauty/charm of spring.

4. the gift of spring

Just pick a wisp of fragrance

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

Step 5 wait for spring

In the snow.

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

6. Spring

First, the small forest effect in cities.

Green again, my grove.

Ants and flying insects in the Woods

These humble lives come with spring.

Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.

Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head

I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.

Waving his long beard and bleating.

Shake my youth and soul.

A black goat came to me leisurely.

Tears of happiness hung on his face.

Second, open the door of spring.

I hear birds chirping.

In the city, there are several spring birds.

They are afraid to go into town.

Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.

Let me sprout a sense of closeness.

They are my friends.

Like a relative I met by chance.

They are looking for unknown bugs.

Make a friendly voice to one's companion

After school, I fell in love with birdsong.

In the debate about birds,

I pushed open the door of spring.

Third, this spring

My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.

Think for a moment about some tombstones.

Think of my childhood for a while.

My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.

Poetry in spring is written in spring.

My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.

This spring,

What else can I do?

Who else can I embrace spring and time with?

7. Standing in the Corner of Spring

Standing 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.

Sacrifice 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 it.

8. Poetry in Spring

Author: Bai Yangxia

The bright sunshine shines on the earth.

Flowers are in full bloom and fragrant.

I stand in the warm spring breeze.

I look forward to meeting you this time.

The breeze aroused my thoughts.

Spring breeze can't compare with your beauty.

There are flowers everywhere you go.

The air you breathe out is fresh.

How many lovesickness did a red bean write?

The moon sings a thousand-year poem.

A blessing when the moon is full

How drunk is the sweetness of love?

Looking back on past lives, the true meaning of this life.

The road of love is tortuous, and the sweetness brings bitterness to tie the knot.

Thousands of miles * * * ChanJuan, you and I will always be happy together. I only love you all my life.