Poetry readings in praise of spring, poetry readings of spring

I went to find spring with curiosity.

Ah, I saw spring. The mountains in the distance were rolling and turning green. The grass on the nearby hillside also crept out of the ground, and it was tender and green.

The fat little leaves are like fat dolls who have just woken up. This patch, that cluster, dotted the steep slopes. The trees on the hillside are also quietly pulling out new branches and sprouting new shoots like grass.

The branches of the willow tree hang downward, like threads hanging from the tree. The small yellow leaves are like the petals on the top. The poplars bloomed, and these flowers were purple red in bunches.

It's funny to have very soft little hairs on your body, like caterpillars. The mountain peach blossoms spread their petals, the apricot blossoms make trouble on the branches, and the pear blossoms compete for the .......

4. All kinds of wildflowers also woke up, only to see them stretching their waists, raising their heads, and scrambling to indulge in their passion, red, yellow, blue, white, purple ......It's really colorful and colorful. Although these flowers are not precious, they decorate this youthful meadow with their own little gestures.

All selflessly dedicated to the earth. Swarms of bees, flapping their yellow wings, buzzing and busy collecting honey; The colorful butterflies also danced in pairs.

Spring Thoughts. Blue sky, white clouds, and dawn,

Buzz butterfly shadow swallow flying. ­

The mountains and rivers are clear and the forests are charming

Everywhere,

Who spares no expense to be the most beautiful today. ­

Introduction: Spring music played the earth, and the coming of Caixia swept away the splendor in front of you, but it will still show a more wonderful side in the dark night. Next, I have compiled a poetry recitation about spring, and I hope you like it!

The wind is green, and the wind is green.

The rain is green, and the rain is green.

Wake up in spring.

Throw yourself into our arms.

Just woke up to the creek.

He didn't bother to clear his throat.

Just put the crunchy song.

scattered all over the ground.

Just woke up to take the empty fruit tree.

Leaves haven't grown yet.

It burst out. The dazzling splendor.

In spring, the most swallows are busy.

She whispered.

One side with shiny scissors.

Carefully cut new clothes for spring.

Spring though sometimes.

It's still going to give you a little chill.

But sex is as urgent as a fiery spring.

After all, put a depressed winter.

The late grip brings out the gray memories ......

Small grasses stick their heads out of the ground.

Tell the snail secretly.

Spring came last night**.

Said he was coming soon.

The flowers smiled shyly.

Said softly to the butterfly.

A telegram just came in the spring.

Said he was coming soon.

Butterflies tell bees.

The bee told the dragonfly.

Spring is coming. Ma Minqing is ...... in the spring

The sky is gray in the spring, and the trees are green in the spring.

The spring wind is soft.

The rain in spring is cool, you are beautiful in spring, I am waiting here in spring, waiting for you to watch the insects and cicadas in summer, and watch the cycle of the four seasons together, where are you?

Are you still in the lights, still in your dreams?

Spring is slowly coming.

With coolness and gentleness.

The flowers bloom petal by petal.

There was a smile on his bright red cheeks.

The grass was draped.

Teal-green dress.

One by one. Piece by piece.

It's the turquoise waves of the field.

Wander the spring paths.

There is an inexhaustible tenderness of spring.

Endless whispers.

Wisps of wisps trembled with the wind.

Plucking the strings of the heart.

Ancient songs.

It drew laughter from children ......

The pace of early spring is still very reserved.

It's a shoot on a branch.

It's a bud in a flower bed.

It was the crisp cry of the old Yan Guichun.

Thin mud rusts the soles of people's shoes.

Birds sing spring verses.

A pale cyan breeze ran through your fingers.

The soft rain of Feifei scattered ...... overhead

A little spring rain.

I dance lightly and gracefully.

Spring rain. Soft.

Transparent. Harmonious.

The sky uses this needle-like thing.

Woven into a transparent cloth.

Spring is slowly coming.

With coolness and gentleness.

The flowers bloom petal by petal.

A smile hung on her bright red cheeks.

Praise spring In that harsh winter, spring has been bred You see the red plum in the wind and snow Every petal says spring Spring makes people full of joy and yearning and hope When the rivers thaw and the ice and snow melt and everything recovers The season when the canopy blooms green We really walked into spring Ah......The song in the spring is so sweet The flowers in the spring are so delicate The smiling face in the spring is so charming The air in the spring is so fresh The trees are so green The mountains are so high The water is so blue The sun shines on Kyushu The east wind is vast and the spring is full of spring I want to fly away in the wind Integrate into this beautiful spring Spring is full of vigorous vitality Bring infinite beauty and strength to the world Bring new hope to the world You use your hot hand to soothe the wounds of your soul You use that hot heart Warm the wilderness of the earth Your smile Dispelling the gloom and sorrow, you have selflessly dedicated your love to this world, year after year, hundreds of millions of vicissitudes.