Compose a hymn to spring, who can help me compose a poem of a hymn to spring

Spring Sleep is carefully drying clothes.

The star coughed.

The swallow flew back to the eaves.

Spread the word that she was coming.

The kittens are lined up neatly.

Trim crooked nails.

The dog turns the pan.

Shake off the fat flowers.

She can swim faster than a jellyfish.

She fell to the windowsill and looked.

Just a light touch.

It's higher than the moon for a short time.

Just blow quietly.

It's dripping wet.

The ballad of spring.

Cui Moqing: Spring is floating on the branches.

Spring shines among the flowers.

Spring sings in the sound of swallow wings.

Spring dances in the pigeon whistle.

Spring gives the West Mountain a green wave.

Spring gives the long river a string of laughter.

Spring boils over the fields.

Spring gives the ancient city a hundred charms.

The spring thunder beats the drums.

The spring breeze is running and calling.

The spring rain sows songs.

The spring tide is turbulent.

A vibrant spring dyes every cell of the people green.

A bird of hope in the hearts of Beijingers.

Nesting is being built quietly.

The door opened, but no one was seen.

I know it's spring hiding behind the door.

Spring, the season of yearning, blooms with the fragrance of flowers and earth. Bees creep into the flowers to give life. Butterflies flutter and let go of hope.

In spring, the earth is lush and lush, the trees are shady, a beautiful scene, and the spring is blind to leave us with a beautiful trace of wonder in the world. Sun Jueli.

Spring --- Haizi.

You're coming up to you.

Ice melts. You're coming up to you.

The earth trembled slightly.

The earth trembled slightly.

I have been through trouble.

In this festival.

Why are you more melancholy?

Wildflowers are the cup of wine for a night feast.

Wildflowers are the bride of a one-night feast.

Wildflowers are the colorful roof of my bride.

Snow carries you away.

It all passed silently by the sound of the wind.

Spring, spring is my quality.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxiao (Meng Haoran).

I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere.

The sound of wind and rain comes at night, and the flowers fall to know how much.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Yongliu (He Zhizhang).

The jasper is made into a tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Spring night rain (Du Fu).

Good rain knows the season, when spring happens.

Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently.

The wild trails are dark, and the river boats are bright.

Xiao looks at the red wet place, and the flowers are heavy in the official city.

An ancient poem describing spring.

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.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Qingming (Du Mu).

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

By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Dalin Temple peach blossom (Bai Juyi).

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

There is nowhere to find the spring of long-hate, and I don't know how to turn into this.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Late Spring (Han Yu).

The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will be fragrant.

Yang Huayu pod has no talent, but the solution is to make snow fly all over the sky.

An ancient poem describing spring.

In early spring, Zhang 18 members of the water department (Han Yu).

The light rain in the sky street is as moist as a crisp, and the grass color is close but there is none.

It is the most beneficial spring of the year, and it is absolutely better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Chunxing (Wu Yuanheng).

The willows are cloudy and drizzle, and the remnants of the flowers fall to see the warblers.

The spring breeze blew the dream of the countryside overnight, and chased the spring breeze to Los Angeles.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Title: Capital City Nanzhuang (Cui Hu).

Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people were red.

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Quatrain (Du Fu).

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.

The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks.

An ancient poem describing spring.

Looking for flowers alone on the riverside (Du Fu).

Huang Siniang's house is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low on the branches.

The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sorrow and wipe away tears.

Smile at the sun.

Although there is no torrent of flowers.

Wash away the shackles of winter.

Rushing with the fragrance of alcohol.

Flooding in plains and mountain passes.

Although there is no waterfall of bird songs.

Thousands of silver beads were splashed.

Scattered in the foggy breeze.

Rolling on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait. Once the thunder starts.

The clouds fled in a hurry.

It was the most beautiful and best dream.

Maybe it came brilliantly overnight.

Yes, there is still a chill.

There are also frosty troubles.

If you listen.

On the Wulao Peak, the wind is still howling.

Trembling valleys.

It's like howling together.

But there are already a few tiny cuckoos.

Like a flame that cannot be extinguished.

Let the heavens and the earth warm the core.

Even Yun'er no longer envied his envy.

Friends, let's say.

Spring is beautiful and abundant.

It's because it's gone through the last steep of the grain.

Listen! The song brought the east wind, and the breath of spring was strong. The spring girl rode the breeze and came with warmth, she opened her arms and danced her slender hands, scattering the green all over the earth and planting flowers on the branches.

The song is a hymn to spring, a wisp of it, breaking the dullness of winter. Maybe it was a spring rain that aroused my appreciation of flowers. I got rid of my sluggish expression and happily discovered everything around me.

The earth after the rain is pure and gentle, and the moist soil is as soft as cotton wool. The earthy smell in the air was fragrant and sweet, and Xiao Lao Duan took a deep breath and ate honey. The tufts of grass broke through the ground, and quietly poked out their green heads, standing on the ground with vigour.

Compared to the grasses, flowers are more cute little things. Spring is the first to open to people to report spring, the water is bright, golden blooming on the green branches, 4 goose-yellow petals gathered together, like a small trumpet. As for Magnolia, a flawless white jade sculpture, glamorous but not vulgar, beautiful but not charming, with a heroic and chivalrous style.

This cherry blossom can't tell the difference between flowers and petals, just a ball, a string, like a silver-white frost flower, like a transparent jade piece. The pink peach blossoms fall like a red glow, the colorful rain is flying, the breeze blows, and the fragrance is refreshing. The song wafts in the ears, it praises the picturesque scenery of spring, and sings about the vigorous vitality of hundreds of millions of living beings.

In front of me is an old pine tree, the branches and leaves are very dense, but not high, not stout, since planting here, the wind and rain, day after day, do not see it grow taller. In recent years, the environment in Beijing has become worse and worse, and its leaf color has become more and more dull, which is very incompatible with other flowers and plants in the yard. said that he wanted to move it, but he never moved, let alone a person with feelings, even the little flowers and grasses were reluctant to give up on it, and often nodded and saluted it.

Yes, since I lived here in elementary school, it has always stood tall in front of the door, growing neither humble nor arrogant, although it is not good-looking, but it can still add a little greenery in the bare winter. This year's spring came early, I don't know if it is just right for the appetite of the old tree, it seems to be a little taller. 10 years is a very small number for a pine tree, they have a long lifespan, and the old tree is still very young, but I still think it's more intimate to call it an old tree.

A spring rain brought a bit of freshness to Beijing and also brought strength to the old trees. I stumbled upon the old tree in front of the door that had sprouted at some point, and it seemed to me that it was a late bloomer, and that the green sprouts were no less than the grass. The trunk is still as black as it is, but the leaf color has become much more crisp.

On almost every branch, small buds have grown, and compared with the original dark green coat, it looks extremely bright and dazzling. Like a "green flower", blooming on the green leaves, what a magical visual effect. Through this new sprout, I can see the old trees smiling, smiling like flowers.

The song fills the whole world, and it sings the heart of each and every one of us. Spring is a song, a song of life.

Grandpa Winter left quietly, and the Spring Girl came gently with light steps, although the Spring Girl came late, but I found Spring in Yushui Park.

Where is the spring? In the spring in the freshly sprouted willow trees, the willow branches in the park sprouted, and the tender green buds were like the spring girl embellished with countless green agate with a magical Chinese pen. The spring breeze is blowing, and the willow silk seems to be a door curtain.

Where is the spring? Spring in the green lawn. Around the lawn, there are bunches of thousand-year-old dwarfs, some green and glowing, some dazzling green, and some green black.

A thousand years of dwarf is a patch of green grass, and voila! The grass crept out of the ground, looked east, looked west, oh, spring is coming. The spring breeze blew, and Xiaocao nodded to the spring breeze, and then danced again, like a professional dancer.

The lawn is like a big green carpet, and I think how comfortable it is to lie in the lawn, soak up the sun, and breathe in the fresh air!

Where is the spring? Spring is in the gentle spring breeze. A breeze blew, and my face felt cold, like a pair of gentle hands touching my face.

Grandpa Winter left quietly, and the Spring Girl came gently with light steps, although the Spring Girl came late, but I found Spring in Yushui Park.

Where is the spring? In the spring in the freshly sprouted willow trees, the willow branches in the park sprouted, and the tender green buds were like the spring girl embellished with countless green agate with a magical Chinese pen. The spring breeze is blowing, and the willow silk seems to be a door curtain.

Where is the spring? Spring in the green lawn. Around the lawn, there are bunches of thousand-year-old dwarfs, some green and glowing, some dazzling green, and some green black.

A thousand years of dwarf is a patch of green grass, and voila! The grass crept out of the ground, looked east, looked west, and spring came. The spring breeze blew, and Xiaocao nodded to the spring breeze, and then danced again, like a professional dancer.

The lawn is like a big green carpet, and I think how comfortable it is to lie in the lawn, soak up the sun, and breathe in the fresh air!

Where is the spring? Spring is in the gentle spring breeze. A breeze blew, and my face felt cold, like a pair of gentle hands touching my face.

Where is the spring? Spring in the crystal clear waters. The spring breeze blows, and it looks sparkling in the forest under the illumination of Yangguan.

Yes! Spring is so beautiful, I love this beautiful and charming spring!