Poems about the four seasons should be a little shorter. Modern poetry.

In the spring, a shy little girl, with tender greens and pinks, came, quietly, quietly.

In summer, a beautiful little girl, with the hot sun, lotus flowers, walked, slowly, slowly.

In autumn, a modest big girl, running with a cool and smiling peasant face, gradually, gradually.

In winter, a proud big girl, with white snowflakes and a biting cold wind, came slowly, slowly.

All year round - four beautiful maidens.

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The song of the four seasons. The Spring Maiden came with a light step, carrying a magical basket of flowers and scattering colorful petals to the earth.

Miss Xia came dancing a fiery dance, carrying a small basket of fiery red flowers, sprinkling the scorching sun on the boundless earth.

The Autumn Maiden came with joyful steps, carrying a heavy basket of fruits, and generously giving them to the people.

The Winter Maiden came with a quiet step, and she carried the white skirt into her arms, and took the flying leaves into her arms.

The spring girl came singing the ballad of migratory birds, and she brought a gentle drizzle to clean everything spotlessly.

Miss Xia came dressed in bright clothes, carrying a colorful painting box to render the earth bright.

The Autumn Maiden came in a golden cloak, and she sang a soulful song calling the birds to the south.

The Winter Maiden came with a slow pace, and he and she rushed the cold wind to sprinkle the crystal snowflakes on the earth.

The Spring Maiden came with a bright step, holding a magical little fan, and letting the warm spring breeze blow on people's faces.

Miss Xia came with enthusiastic steps, holding the large transparent jug and pouring the torrential rain on the earth.

The Autumn Girl walked towards the people with a hearty smile, carrying a bamboo basket full of leaves, paving a golden path.

The Winter Maiden came with a dignified step, and she would raise the snowflakes in her hands and turn the river into crystal ice.

Modern poems about the four seasons:

Four Seasons: Spring is the season of intoxication and yearning; The fragrance of the flowers and the freshness of the air make you stop and savor it.

Summer is a warm and bold season of debate; Blowing a cool breeze and drinking a cold drink on the beach, there is an endless amount of fun.

Autumn, Mite, is a charming and deep season; It dedicates the harvest and maturity to the people, and you can feel its beauty and happiness.

Winter is a silvery white world; The joy it gives to the little ones is limitless; Build snowmen, have snowball fights; Left people with a beautiful childhood.

Ah, the four seasons! How many monotonous memories do you paint with beautiful colors. Ah, the four seasons! How many people have left encouragement and hope for those who were once desperate.

Hymn to the Four Seasons Spring, with new sprouts and continuous spring rain, as well as warm spring breeze, bring people the joy of spring.

In summer, with flowers and the blazing sun, as well as the brisk chirping of cicadas, it brings people the joy of summer.

In autumn, with fruits and heavy ears of wheat, as well as falling maple leaves, it brings people the joy of autumn.

In winter, with wind and snow and a white world, as well as crackling firecrackers, it brings people the beauty of winter.

Oh, the seasons, I praise you!

Spring returns

Slender willow with goose yellow.

The light breeze and drizzle moisten the sun.

Ziyan returned to her hometown with mud.

The peach tree panicked in a pink outfit.

Summer solstice

The green Shenzhou is busy in the summer.

Thick shade shade shade from the sun.

Pond Fleur smiled.

I know that the sound is longer than the short.

Autumn harvest

The melons and fruits are fragrant, and the happy events are busy.

The land of China is golden.

There is only the Xiangshan maple tree.

Shame replied with a red face.

Winter snow

Plain wrapped in silver.

Shenzhou is like a new look.

Lamei smelled the cold and quietly spit out.

The pine is very snowy and proud.