Modern Poems of Chunyu

Poetry comes from life. Poetry is the flash of the sea of life. If we separate poetry from life, we can't understand the essence of poetry. So what are the poems about spring rain in modern times? The following is for reference only!

Modern Poetry of Spring Rain 1 "My beloved rainy scene is too much"

Zhu Xiang

My beloved rainy day scenery is also very rich;

The patter and spring dream in front of the spring night window;

The sound of sharp raindrops hitting banana leaves;

Fog usually blows rain on the face;

Thunderstorms caused by lightning-

But when it rains, I like it best.

It is gray, but transparent;

It contains a silent expectation.

From the clouds, I don't know where,

There was a clear birdsong.

Spring Rain's Modern Poem 2 "Spring Rain"

Zhu Xiang

After a few days of spring rain,

Has brought infinite vitality to the earth;

So my rose cuttings.

They also sprout and take root one after another.

My short hair is thinning out,

Falling like dead leaves;

The ugly wrinkles on my face,

It is also deeper than last year.

But I did feel it—

There is a fresh and wonderful energy,

From every cell in my body,

I sang a very touching song.

Spring Rain's Modern Poetry 3 "Spring Rain is Soft"

Chunyuer

Fall in succession

Put fragrant flowers in the garden.

stroke

The grass is smiling.

Insects sing children's songs

a little girl

Holding an umbrella with flowers

Tie a bow on your head.

in the rain

seek

Looking for something?

ah

Looking for that

spring rain

Gentle as spring rain

Spring Rain's Modern Poem 4 "To Spring Rain"

God has always been a black face, even ugly.

Its face is airy.

What are you-

Wet and cold streets

Dense wilderness

A wrinkled pond

Suddenly and leisurely

Busy for more than half a month.

For more than half a month,

You're too low-key-

Why not invite lightning?

Or more thunder and less rain?

You said-"That was later.

I'll spit a little bit this season. "

Spin some silk-I'm afraid it will affect your spinning.

That's very thoughtful

But you know, this crazy world thought,

One by one will be moldy.

The sun will rise tomorrow.

There is no objection

Spring rain's modern poem 5 enters July

Walk into July

The richness of life

Generate has a fiery passion.

Excited and excited

With a poetic melody.

Walk into July

The crops are growing hard.

These trees are dark green.

Everywhere is full of vitality.

Everywhere is full of enthusiasm.

Walk into July

Camellia gives people beauty.

A dove of peace flies over the blue sky.

Feel the sunshine bath.

We patrol the streets.

Give the city a safe life.

Added warmth and sweetness.

Walk into July

It takes courage and guts.

Light singing and dancing in the city

charming

The wines of this city are green and red.

Breathless

But we are determined.

Resist corruption and change and never get into bad habits.

Be the "patron saint" of the people.

Never lose your fans.

Modern Poetry of Spring Rain: Six Lights at Night

Night lights

Open the window of my heart

In my dream.

Climb the peak of poetry

Write down my lines.

Night lights

Temper my emotional intelligence.

Walk into my dream

Explore the depth of artistic conception

Write down my thoughts.

Night lights

Expand my mind.

I have great ambitions.

Let the heart sing.

Let the mind soar.

Night lights

Take away my sadness

My heart suddenly enlightened.

Let the soul feel the sunshine.

Let dreams go to heaven

Modern Poetry of Chunyu Loneliness in Seven Nights

The setting sun clings to the earth and gradually recedes.

Tired birds fly home in the Woods.

The setting sun is in full bloom, and the last blush falls.

I'm waiting for the night to come.

The silent night finally came to me.

I walked firmly into the dark world

The flashing neon lights and the noise of the market.

Can't induce my inner excitement.

I just want to come to night and be alone.

Throw away all illusions during the day.

Let all secular lead be washed away.

Find your true self in the dark

Taste the loneliness that belongs to my heart in silence

Cross the road to the river.

Sitting on the soft grass on the shore

I dipped my feet in cold water.

A hint of coolness rose to my heart.

The rippling waves rest on me.

The song of the night bug shook me gently.

The eyes of the stars looked at me from a distance.

The light of the waning moon bathed me.

Completely walked into loneliness.

Loneliness is within reach.

What will you meet when the night is over?

Loneliness asks me again and again.

So it sees two lines on my face.

damp

Yes, I have no choice.

The Modern Poetry of Chunyu: 8 Baths of Fire

A flame burning like this.

Like roses in summer

Whether you care or not.

The same flowers bloom

I am eager for a rain.

Baptism is just a way.

I prefer the passion at night.

Like this pile, it lost the dry wood in spring.

Arouse my burning desire

Would rather die on this night.

Don't waste the moonlight.

Almighty God! Please give it to the rain

Spring has passed. The color is fading.

Before the lyrics get old tonight.

Let my soul climb like a flame

Photography is loose/poetry is expensive.

Modern Poems of Spring Rain 9 My Hometown 3

Flying out of my hometown is my dream.

My mother is illiterate.

Her vision will never leave.

A basket of shepherd's purse in spring

Half-ear sorghum in autumn

She burns incense and believes in Buddhism.

Pray for a bowl of corn porridge.

Tired from work

Lying in a hard bed.

The small village where I live.

The sandstorm exposed a wheat root ridge.

There is snow and frost everywhere in the saline-alkali soil.

Soaking cesspit

A crock that can be used as kimchi.

I can't dig a scholar from the well in our village.

The girls in my village are far away from home in tears.

I drink ink under a homemade kerosene lamp.

Mom will take the sole fish for a while.

Give me a fan to cool down later.

I got the college admission notice.

Mom is tall enough to reach the moon.

It is my wish to take root in my hometown.

Live in a house unaccustomed to the city

Can't stand the various means under the tide.

A kind of paper

How intimate and strange.

Helping the fallen old man is likely to suffer.

Sweet potato in my hometown, share it.

A hundred families came to help.

Rent a good field and plant fruit trees.

In spring, peaches and plums are fragrant in Wang Yang.

Better take some photos.

Have a good time surfing the Internet.

In the dead of night

Listening to insects singing with his wife Tian tou

Invite Tao Yuanming to drink under the moon

Then write Qiu Ju into the pastoral poem.

Run a kindergarten

Fill the yard with happiness.

Grow up with left-behind children

Tomb-Sweeping Day swept away the hay in front of his mother's grave.

The bright smiling faces of children.

This is a gold and silver dress for mom.

Modern Poetry of Spring Rain 10 Ant's Dream

The afterglow of the sunset filled the sky.

A touch of sunset sneaked into the house.

The dust is swimming.

The cloud on the horizon is saying goodbye.

Listen to the wind, watch the rain and miss the rain in the wind.

Listen to the beauty of the world with gorgeous words and insects

The birds in the dark are still struggling.

Bats crave sunshine during the day.

But He Yanzi flew to the south.

Spring has come.

Flocks of geese were howling in the air.

When can I land safely?

It snows in June.

How did you get here so timely?

A group of children with purple lips

Swimming in the cold river.

The old fisherman drove the duck into the sky.

The waves turned into white clouds in the blue sky.

What time?

Ants can wake up quietly.

Bats are still active at night.

Swallows fly on time in spring.

The geese have already lived in the south.

Snowflakes are the messengers of winter.

The children accompanied grandpa who was driving ducks.

Two four six seven eight

The clouds in the sky are still white.

Just because ants wake up from their dreams.