What are some poems praising spring that are suitable for girls to read? Preferably a little famous

Read aloud the poems of spring as follows:

1. In spring, the sun is shining, the grass is green, the flowers are fragrant, and the spring breeze blows our faces, allowing us to bathe in the warmth of spring.

2. The spring state is approaching, everything is recovering, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and a vibrant scene makes people feel refreshed.

3. The spring rain is continuous, moistening the earth, the grass raises its head to welcome the rain, and the flowers are waiting to be released, which is the most beautiful picture scroll in spring.

4. Spring is the season of flowers, and begonias, pear blossoms, peach blossoms, and apricot blossoms ......Competing for beauty, interpreting beautiful stories.

5. The spring breeze blows, with the fragrance of flowers and grass, making people feel as if they have returned to the embrace of nature.

6. The spring Yangling is particularly bright, and the warm sunlight is sprinkled on the body, which makes people feel the breath and vitality of life.

7. The rain in spring moistens the earth, and also moistens our souls, making us fresher and brighter.

8. Spring is a season full of hope and longing, let us open our hearts and welcome a better future.

9. Spring is the awakening of nature and the awakening of the soul, allowing us to re-examine our lives and find the direction of life.

10. Spring is a season full of love, let us feel the beauty of the world with a sincere heart, and convey love and warmth.

11. Spring is a feast of the earth, and it is also a happy moment for people, let us let go of our worries and enjoy the beauty of spring.

12. Spring is a season full of hopes and dreams, let us move forward bravely to realize our ideals and ambitions.

13. The spring sun shines all over the earth, the spring breeze blows the garden, a joyful scene, let us feel the gift of nature.

14. The rain of spring bathes the earth, washes the dust, and also washes our hearts, making us more pure.

15. Spring is a season to look forward to, let us meet new challenges and opportunities with a good heart.

When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn to late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings.

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost.

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I'm going to use my fingers on the waves that rush to the horizon.

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn.

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future.

It is the eyes of people who believe in the future.

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history.

She has the pupils to see through the pages of time.

Regardless of people's perception of our rotten flesh.

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure.

It is a tearful feeling of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery.

I'm a firm believer in people's trust for our backbone.

Those countless explorations, lost, failures, and successes.

We will definitely give an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment.

Friends, believe firmly in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the youth that triumphs over death.

Believe in the future and love life.

The beauty of bliss.

In the warm atmosphere of home.

Bloom fragrant flowers.

Happiness is a sweet song.

Happiness is a portion.

A manifesto for pursuit and creation.

Look up to happiness. A gracious and blazing sun.

It can always sprinkle us with the color of life.

So we stepped on.

The pace forged by the warning.

Vigorously and indomitably towards happiness.

Look up to happiness. We must hold firmly on the reins of law.

Let the horse of life be on the field of life.

A safe gallop.

Experience with pleasure and security.

To the brilliant development of happiness and casting happiness.

Zhu Ziqing's prose: "Spring".

Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.

Everything was as if he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moistened, the waters are rising, and the sun is up.

Blushing.

The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at the big one.

The film is full. Sitting, lying down, two rolls, a few kickballs, a few runs, a few hide-and-seek. The wind was soft, and the grass was soft.

Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you don't let me, I don't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, and the pink ones are like them.

Like a glow, white like snow. The flowers have a sweet smell; When I closed my eyes, Murakami seemed to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears.

Hundreds of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flew around. Wildflowers are everywhere: variegated, famous.

Words, nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

Blowing the face does not chill the willow wind", good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some freshly turned dirt.

The scent, mixed with the smell of grass and the scent of various flowers, brewed in the slightly moist air. The birds set up their nests.

Among the flowers and young leaves, he was happy, and he called his friends to show his crisp throat, and sang a tune like a twist, with the breeze.

The flow of water should be in harmony. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the back of the cow also sounded loudly all day long.

Rain is the most common, three or two days at a time. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow's hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, dense.

The ground was weaving diagonally, and a thin layer of smoke was shrouded in the roofs of people's houses. but the leaves of the trees were shining green. The grass is also so green that your eyes are pressing.

In the evening, the lights are on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are still peasants working in the fields, wearing hats and hats. Their houses, sparse, were silent in the rain.

There are more kites in the sky, and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, are also rushing.

One by one, they all came out. Relax and refresh your muscles and bones, shake your spirit, and do your own thing.

The plan of the year lies in the spring", at the beginning, some are labor, and some are hope.

Spring is like a doll that has just landed, it is new from head to toe, and it grows.

Spring is like a little girl, with flowers and branches, smiling, walking.

Spring is like a sturdy young man, with iron arms and feet, and he leads us forward.