Modern poetry describes the subtle spring scenery, which requires one's own observation of spring flowers and leaves.

An abandoned courtyard on a spring night

The breeze sings in a dream.

Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.

Someone has returned to his hometown.

If there is moonlight on my pillow

I won't be able to sleep tonight

Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart

Dance my black eyes.

Every time I look up at the blue sky

Clouds float where they once fell.

Every time I embrace the night

The stars twinkle in the farthest place.

Want to shed a few tears under the lamp

Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak

Leave the warm and soft bed

I don't know who spring is waiting for.

You are under the bright window.

Thinking about love in spring

Think of autumn frost

Thinking of all the sweet flowers.

I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.

Cry secretly

Laugh quietly

Slowly forget your heart.

Forgotten spring

Candlelight forgotten for missing

Or lonely hope?

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.

Shook 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?

Looking at a snow in spring

Catch the spring train.

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

Step on the threshold of spring

The last snow

And the top of the tree outside the window

look into the future

The branches droop and sigh.

spray

Fall into a longing for spring

A quietly arched.

Tender buds of frozen soil

Tap on the earth's door

The sparrow that walks freely.

Make a squeak

Disappear behind the cracked trunk.

Enjoy love

Lightweight kites in the suburbs

Sail a boat in the season

Lyric all the way

Reach the territory of spring

The road is still muddy.

Occasionally there are pedestrians

Raise one's collar

Shut out the cold.

At the door of spring

merry

Who hunted the feathers of spring?

The last season to collect feathers

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

Lick it gently and keep sailing.

The sails of the sea of four seasons

who is it?

After harvesting love,

Fall out of favor again under the eaves of love

Refuse to pray

Once romantic passion

Wet a tear quietly.

Swimming in spring

Xia Yunzheng Wade Space Yuan Ye

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