Who can write me 3 poems, it is to write about spring,,, rhyme

The water is rushing, the spring breeze is rustling, the birds are chirping, and the laughter is haha.

Take off your thick clothes, enjoy the bright sunshine, listen to the sounds of spring, and smell the fragrance of flowers.

I wrote it myself, rhyming, but the content wasn't good.

Spring water Spring water spring pond is full, spring grass grows in spring;

Spring people drink spring wine, and spring birds make spring sounds.

Spring Song Southern Dynasty Folk Song.

The spring forest flowers are charming, and the spring birds are sad.

The spring breeze is full of affection, blowing me open.

Birdsong Stream, Wang Wei.

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the spring mountain is empty.

The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

Modern poems in praise of spring [Part 1].

Early spring and February came to a hurried end.

How many words have been written to praise spring.

The spring cold is steep, and the cold wind is still biting.

I decided to leave you for the sake of my ideals and go in the footsteps of spring.

I'm chasing spring, you're waiting for me to come back and you to the morning and twilight.

Time wasted in a hurry.

A round of fiery red rendering faint crows and old trees.

Looking back at the twilight, you are still in the dim light.

The desolation of the night outlines the loneliness and helplessness of whom.

I have let you down for the sake of my ideals.

How much hardship has been suffered through trials and hardships.

I finally understand that the spring I am looking for is my happiness.

A porridge and a dish are not bitter with you.

A stitch and a thread of clothing is for you to sew and mend me, and I will be content.

Bit by bit memories you and I build.

Wait for the gray hair to doze off beside me.

I'll count the wrinkles on your forehead on one side.

It turns out that the spring I am looking for is simple happiness.

Modern poems in praise of spring [Part 2].

A deserted courtyard on a spring night.

The gentle wind sings in the dream.

Listen, the footsteps of someone going to the end of the world.

Someone has returned to his hometown.

If I had a piece of moonlight on my pillow.

I won't be able to sleep tonight.

It's just that there is still her shadow in the heart.

Dancing with my lonely eyes.

Look up at the blue sky every time.

The clouds drift to the place where the sun sets.

Every time you embrace the dark night.

The stars are twinkling at the farthest distance.

Want to shed a few tears under the lamp.

I am afraid that tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak.

Leave the warm, soft bed.

But I don't know who spring is waiting for.

You're right under the bright window.

Thinking about the love of spring.

Thinking about autumn frost.

Think of all the sweet floral scents.

I'm on my way to wake up.

Crying secretly. Laugh quietly.

Slowly forget your heart.

Forgotten to spring.

Forgotten candlelight for thoughts.

Or lonely hope.

Mother's love is like an idyll, distant and pure, elegant and light;

Mother's love is like a landscape painting, washing away the lead carving, leaving fresh and natural;

Mother's love is like an affectionate song, tactful and melodious, sung softly;

Mother's love is like a warm wind, blowing away the snow and bringing infinite spring.

Mother is like a big ship, carrying us to the sea to pursue the mystery of life;

Mother is like a mountain, containing all things, feeding us to grow up;

Mother is a song, mother is a wisp of spring rain, mother is a trace of spring rain.

Spring is a beautiful song, spring is a beautiful painting, spring is a beautiful poem, spring is a book that can laugh, spring is a beautiful flower, spring is a growing tree, spring is the mother's gentle hands, spring is the girl's soft body, spring is the child's bright smiling face, spring is the beautiful world,

"Spring River Flower Moonlit Night".

Zhang Ruoxu: Tang.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together.

Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river!

The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight flowers and forests are like hail;

The frost in the air does not fly, and the white sand on the Ting cannot be seen.

Jiangtian is colorless and dustless, and the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside? When did Jiang Yue shine at the beginning of the year?

Life has been infinite from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue looks similar every year.

I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are gone, and the green maple is not worried.

Who's going to be in the boat tonight? Where is Acacia Moon Tower?

Poor upstairs wandering for the moon, should be taken away from the makeup mirror.

The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the clothes are smashed and the anvil is returned.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

The wild goose flies for a long time, and the fish and dragon dive into the water.

Last night, the dream of the idle pool fell, and the poor spring did not return home.

The river flows to the end of spring, and the moon falls in the river and the lake slopes westward.

The oblique moon sinks into the sea fog, and the stone Xiaoxiang has an infinite road.

I don't know how many people will return to the moon, and the falling moon will shake the river trees.