Ask for modern poems about the weather, modern poems about the weather for 4th grade

Summer rains. The summer rain is quietly coming.

The green leaves are curvaceous.

It spills of water.

Like the brilliance of a diamond.

The narrow streets are quiet and peaceful.

The sound of the rain is like a lyrical song.

The water drips evenly.

Comfortable and comfortable in the human world.

The summer heat is gone.

The wind that comes with joy.

Like a mother's hand caressing my cheek.

Revel in that heartwarming moment.

Lightning. For a night of prosperity.

Add a little spice.

Lightning in the sky.

Bring us freshness.

Between the lightning and the fire.

Colors change to suit suitability.

Or a beacon of light.

Let's really feel the beauty.

In the air of the night.

Caught off guard and weird.

If there is a spiritual viewing.

This is a very beautiful moment in life.

Autumn wind. Autumn beacon fire.

Bring a fresh autumn breeze.

Fallen leaves fluttering all over the ground.

The fallen leaves are constantly spinning.

Late autumn nights.

The cool air is as soft as snowflakes.

Falls on the face softly.

There is a hint of wetness.

The wind blew through the mountains and forests.

Blowing through the stone slabs on the deep path.

The wind blows the leaves off.

Fall into a shadow on the dirt.

This is the splendid earth.

This is the way to prove that the big place is round.

Laughter, the sound of the howling wind.

Suddenly wake up to a sleeping mind.

From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea and spring is blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, we will communicate with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

I just want to face the sea and bloom in spring.

As long as spring is still there.

I will not be sad.

Even though the night swallows everything.

The sun can come back again.

As long as life remains.

I will not be sad.

Even if you are stuck in the desert.

There is also an oasis of hope.

As long as tomorrow is still around.

I will not be sad.

Winter snow will melt quietly.

Spring thunder is bound to roll in.

If it weren't for the thunder reminding the insects.

I almost forgot.

And spring has a date.

The covenant that was made as far back as a teenager.

The rainy season is too long.

The rights and wrongs of the world are too busy.

Is spring just as forgetful?

Xingyun accepts the invitation of the distant sky.

The kite flew out of the apartment.

The cuckoo burned the mountains red.

Who is calling on the other side of the years?

I remembered the partridge's repeated admonitions before leaving

In spring, we have been waiting for a long time in frost and snow.

I'm going to say goodbye to my boss as well.

This once lingering city.

Carry a stack of yellowed manuscript paper.

A few old unread books.

and half a lifetime of honor, disgrace and joy.

Departure....Dragonflies are welcome on the road.

A hare crouched on the grass path, with its ears pricked up.

Listen, the sound of late footsteps approaching....

The lakeside is warmed by the east wind.

The sun greened the birch forest.

The storks were impatient to wait and follow.

Escape the reflection of the rippling clouds and mountains.

I remembered having a date with Spring.

The scenery that I booked when I was a teenager.

Good flowers are just halfway open.

Plants and trees sprout on the road ahead.

All the things in my heart are quietly clear.

Spring, please wait...

There are two modern poems:

1.The weather is colorful, the wind, rain and thunder are changeable, and the true love of heaven on earth is there, flying freely and soaring freely.

2.The rivers, lakes and seas are surging, the huge waves are slapping and the fish are dancing, the stormy waves are choppy, and the brave are moving forward on the road to victory.

The weather affects our mood, and a sunny day always makes you feel good. Here are some poems about the weather for you, I hope you like it.

1, "Weather".

The weather is like a human face.

It's unpredictable.

I don't know that the lightning is drawn from the **.

Amorous rain. Will it fall as scheduled.

My sky is clear.

Want to sing a song.

Spread your wings to fly.

Whether standing on the summit or lying on your side on flat ground.

I hope the blue sky will always be like this and the clouds will be white.

2, "Rainy Day".

The rain was pouring down.

Moistened the earth.

Who is crying.

Rain-soaked glass balls in a drawer.

Like the eyes of the same table.

Bright and full of wisdom.

Such weather is suitable for quiet renting and writing in handwriting.

Sketch your mood.

Wait until the rain stops and the sun shines on the land.

The heart will bloom with the flowers.

To those days that miss you.

Rain. A rain of pear blossoms.

From distant mountain villages.

It has been down to the ethereal filial piety Jiangnan.

You hold a flower umbrella.

Hit me in front of the window.

The umbrella is too small. I can't hide your face.

Yin. I've been looking forward to it.

Tomorrow will be cloudy.

The stars faded.

The sun is not coming.

But a light rain came unexpectedly.

Wet. Thoughts flying in the sky.

Wind. Wait for a windy day.

Let's go hiking together.

Sit with your back to the top of the mountain.

I put myself. Put it on the windward side.

Even if it is air-dried.

I would like to. Clear.

In fact. When I miss you.

As far as the eye can see. It's all warm sun.

Wrap up the simple and cautious line to include those.

Worms murmuring in the middle of the night.

Teardrops rolling down her cheeks.

About the poet more>

Qin Muyang. Qin Muyang, a native of Xianfeng County, Hubei. He used to be the president of the Guiyuan Literature Club of Hubei University for Nationalities.

The ancient poems that describe the weather are as follows:1.The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. Meng Haoran "Spring Dawn".

2.After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn. Wang Wei's "Mountain Dwelling Autumn Moth".

3.Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Du Fu "Spring Night Rain".

4.There is no rain on the mountain road, and the empty green is wet. Wang Wei "In the Mountains".

5.Green hats, green clothes, slanting wind and drizzle do not need to return. Zhang Zhihe, "Fisherman's Song".

6.Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier man dreamed. Lu You's "November 4th Wind and Rain".

7.During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. Du Mu "Qingming".

8.The cold rain even the night of the river Wu, Pingming sent the guests to Chushan Lonely. Wang Changling's "Furong House Sends Xin Gradually".

9.Weicheng is light and dusty towards the rain, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Wang Wei's "Sending Yuan Er Envoy Anxi".

10.The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. Su Shi "Drinking on the Lake After the Rain".

11.The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much. (Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 12

The wind is strong and the bow is roaring, and the general hunts Weicheng. (Wang Wei, "Watching the Hunt") 13The forest is dark and the grass is frightened, and the general draws the bow at night.

Lu Lun "Stopper") 14Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate. (Self-proclaimed Yi "Farewell to the Ancient Grass") <

15.Chaimen heard the dog barking, and returned to the people on a snowy night. (Liu Changqing, "The Master of Furong Mountain") 16

Dive into the night with the wind, and the slippery objects are silent. Du Fu "Spring Night Rain") 17The city is supplemented by three Qin, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin.

Wang Bo "Send Du Shaofu to Shuzhou))) 18I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu; It's cold in the heights. (Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be There").

19.It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless. (Li Shangyin, Untitled) 20The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep. (The Song of Ele).

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud. ——Yuan Zhen's "Five Songs of Leaving Thoughts: The Fourth".

The rain hit the pear blossom and closed the door deeply, forgetting the youth and mistaking the youth. ——Tang Yin, "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Rain Hitting Pear Blossoms Deep Closed Door".

The clouds want to dress and the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. ——Li Bai, "Qingping Tune: Part I".

The spring night is worth a thousand gold, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. - Su Shi's "Spring Night, Spring Festival Moment is Worth a Thousand Gold".

The spring breeze is proud, and you can see all the Chang'an flowers in one day. - Meng Jiao, "After Dengke".

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried. Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning and the wind came in the evening. ——Li Yu "Seeing Huan, Lin Hua Thanked Chunhong".

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ——Cui Hu, "The Title of the Capital City Nanzhuang".

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world. ——Yan Shu "Butterfly Love Flowers, Threshold Chrysanthemum Sorrow Smoke Orchid Weeping Dew".

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is dewed and the midnight is upset. - Huang Jingren, "Qihuai".

The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless rain is as thin as sorrow. - Qin Guan, "Huanxi Sand, Desert Light Cold on the Small Building".

Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise. ——Wang Wei, "Farewell to the South, Beginning in the Mountains, Entering the Mountains and Sending the Old People in the City".

The clothes want to wet the apricot blossom rain, and the wind blows the willow wind. - Zhinan's "Quatrain".

Today's people don't see the ancient times and the moon, but this month once looked like the ancients. ——Li Bai "Ask the Wine to the Moon, the Old Man Jia Chun Ordered to Ask It".

The clouds of the river are rising and the sun is sinking, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings. ——Xu Hun, "Xianyang City East Building, Xianyang City West Building, Evening View of West Gate".

To those days that miss you.

Rain, a pear blossom rain.

From distant mountain villages.

All the way down to the ethereal Jiangnan.

You hold a flower umbrella.

Hit me in front of the window.

The umbrella is too small to cover your face.

Yin I've been looking forward to.

Tomorrow will be cloudy.

The stars faded.

The sun is not coming.

But a light rain came unexpectedly.

Wet with thoughts flying all over the sky.

Wind and other windy days.

Let's go hiking together.

Sit with your back to the top of the mountain.

I put myself. Put it on the windward side.

Even if it is air-dried.

I'd rather be fine.

When I miss you.

As far as the eye can see. It's all warm sun.

Including those. Worms murmuring in the middle of the night.

Teardrops rolling down her cheeks.

About the poet more>

Qin Muyang Qin Muyang, Tujia family, is a native of Xianfeng County, Hubei. He used to be the president of the Guiyuan Literature Club of Hubei University for Nationalities.

[Time is like a song and poetry life].

Meteorological cold maple. Big red plum blossoms.

Big red plum blossoms. One winter.

The snow doesn't match. Spring snow wears on the willow trees.

It's not pretty. Warm, cold scenery.

Cold, negative to the vision of the season.

Dogs, sniff out ozone holes.

Silent, non-stop.

When the weather is clear".

When the weather is clear".

Please go for a walk in the woods.

Inch of dew on the road surface.

It must be cool and mild.

Grass swaying in the wind.

Nodding to us.

No longer cowardly little daisy.

Straightened their backs.

Look at this, look at that.

Enjoy the beauty of the forest.

Grass hung with rain and dew.

shook off the cold winter on his body.

Raised his pointed head.

Peek at the butterflies playing.

Go for a walk in the woods of the trees.

When the weather is fine.

Singing and holding hands.

Step on the new mud and cross the trees.

The sun has lifted the mist.

The trees swayed in the breeze.

Look at the dancing emerald ———

The figure of the fish - the feast - it is also playing.

1, it seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind dew is in the middle of the night. - Huang Jingren, "Qihuai".

The stars in front of me are no longer the stars of last night, for whom have I stood all night in the wind and dew?

2. Wet clothes want to wet apricot blossom rain, blowing face is not cold willow wind. - Zhinan's "Quatrain".

In March, the apricot blossoms bloomed, and the drizzle seemed to be deliberately trying to wet my clothes. The warm breeze that gently blows on the human face and carries the fresh scent of willow is intoxicating.

3. After the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn. ——Wang Wei, "Autumn Evening in the Mountain House".

The valley is empty and fresh after the fresh rains, and the early autumn evenings are particularly cool.

4. The willow tops on the moon, people are about after dusk. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Shengchazi Yuanxi".

Meet the beautiful woman after dusk and when the willows are on the moon.

5. The sunrise in the east and the rain in the west disturb the rain, and the road is sunny but sunny. ——Liu Yuxi, "Two Bamboo Branch Words, One of them".

It is like the sun rising in the east and raining in the west. You say it's not a sunny day, it's a sunny day.

6. The water is shining and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. - Su Shi, "Two Songs of Drinking the Lake After the First Sunny Weather, Second Song".

Under the sunshine on a sunny day, the water of the West Lake is rippling, shining with brilliance and beauty; On a rainy day, the West Lake in the mountains is hazy and misty, and it shows another wonderful scenery.