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Poetry about describing spring (modern)

1. "Smiling to Welcome Spring"

Looking for close friends in the mountains and flowing water, winter is about to pass and spring is coming.

The plum blossoms are blooming in the cold, and all the flowers are blooming, smiling to welcome the spring.

2. "The Gift of Spring"

Just pick up a ray of fragrance

Borrow a gust of wind and send it to your dreamland

If You turned over in your dream

That must be me

I came to your side

When you wake up, you will

Surprising discovery

There really is a little flower beside your pillow

3. "Waiting for Spring"

In the snow

Put your hands in your trouser pockets

Lower your head

Hurrying on your way

That must be

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Not a photographer

A person who appreciates the scenery

In this world

How many people are trying to

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Fighting for life in the cold wind

Chasing the sun

Who needs it more than them

Sunshine

The white earth

Waiting

Welcome the spring

Spring-like warmth

4. "Standing at the Lane of Spring"

Standing at the Crossroads of the Cold Wind

Waiting for Spring

The snow continues to spread and spread

The road to spring

Continue walking and climb over the twelve o'clock hill

Measure the length of the four seasons in a reincarnation of time

, winter is gone and spring is coming

In the gap, there is only one snow

It falls in winter and melts in spring

Maybe I am in the window of winter

Looking at the spring sunshine from a distance

Feeling the warmth and cold of winter

Which direction the wind blows

I will go in that direction

It doesn’t matter, I’m already walking on the alley in spring

Using a fallen leaf as a letter raft

Sending you the memories of three years ago

< p>Then, you read and burn by the stove in winter

I use a drop of water in winter

to send the state of my heart

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When it touches the eaves, it freezes into a volcano

In another warm season, it melts

Continuing the past that should continue

In the bottom of my heart Dig a grave mound

Bury Ye Ye’s ashes

In the season of memories, burn incense sticks.