Contemporary Poems About Spring 5, Contemporary Poems About Spring

Harumi I like it.

Put the dream in the spring.

It's called Spring Dream and I'm trying hard to dream of you.

But always in vain.

I like to wake up and turn my pillow over.

I heard that if you do this, your dream will come true.

In this spring, I want to be in trouble.

I'm turning over and over again.

Sleepless Sleepless Second, open the door of spring.

I heard a bird calling.

In the city, there are a few primroses.

They did not dare to enter the city.

Only cheers and jumps outside the effect.

They are as simple as peasants in the countryside.

Let me sprout a kind of intimacy.

They're my friends.

It's like a relative I met by chance.

They are looking for unknown bugs.

Make a friendly voice to your peers.

Outside of the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds.

In the midst of the bird's contence.

I pushed open the door of spring.

3. This spring.

My heart is in turmoil this spring.

Some tombstones come to mind for a moment.

I think about my childhood for a moment.

My heart is in turmoil this spring.

Spring's poems have been written in spring.

My dedication poems are spring blades of grass and flower crowns.

In this spring.

What else can I do?

Who else can you embrace spring and time with.

Spring Feelings".

Spring rushed through the cage that winter tightened.

The pulse began to beat.

The grass was the first to reach out her emerald green arm.

My heart also has the alliance of spring.

The old tree began a new cycle again.

Hung with the buds of life.

The air smells of flowers and grass.

What a familiar floral scent.

I think back to my teenage days.

The precipitated memories are swirling like a spring breeze.

Whether the seeds of the dream have taken root and sprouted.

Whether there is a sprig of flowers that bloom every year.

The familiar past makes me nostalgic and sad.

Bathe in the spring breeze and spring rain and watch the flowers bloom and fall.

Just like my calm feelings.

Ripples that ripple again and again.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

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.

Spring flowers are like glow, and the grass is new.

After three seasons, you are still the same.

The breeze blows on the face and the drizzle moistens the eyebrows.

Insomnia for three nights, I am red-faced.

It's not pure, it's not charming.

Concentrate for three seconds, and the mood is as intoxicating as fine wine.

Coming for you, sleepless for you.

It's not just three autumns, memories that are better than the fragrance of ancient dragons.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

It's a little shorter, but it's easy to remember!

Modern poems about spring are as follows:

1. 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. Spring will soon return, flowers and trees to set up a number of celery to keep the spring, in the end of the report is to compete for beauty, the world is thousands of purples.

Poor Yang Huayu money, there is no gorgeous appearance, only flying in the sky, like pieces of snowflakes.

2. Looking at the weeping willow closely, its trunk has some unevenness and spots, which really looks like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes. In the past years, they have experienced wind and rain, sun and rain, and although they are scarred, they have grown tenaciously and unyieldingly. It made me feel that not only people have life, but also plants in the world.

3. In the early morning, the sky is cloudy and mist, the surrounding scenery is hazy, just like a fairy tale fairyland, for a while, the sun rises from the east, the fog gradually disappears, the roof of the village is floating with smoke, I stand at the foot of the quiet mountain and look out, the trees on the mountain are lush, like a green ocean, and the mountains are full of colorful flowers.

4. The continuous drizzle in spring gradually turned into big drops of showers, and the wind was as cool as in early spring. The grass and leaves have changed from emerald green to dark green. All the flowers come together to compete for ......The rustic beauty of spring has been overshadowed by the splendor of summer, and I have stopped dreaming of spring.

1, "Hope of Spring".

Winter beckons again and again.

The camp was clothed in white clothes.

The cannon and I also put on the camouflage of the season.

Days when the north wind is getting tighter.

The white of the snowflakes is the best material.

Reticence is also the norm.

Occasional car run days.

Only then did the position squeeze out a faint smile.

I saw it in a bitter smile.

In fact, Shen Accompani is also a disguise itself.

The position has long stolen the seeds of spring.

Hold in your arms. There is the body temperature of me and the war artillery.

That's enough.

Just hug it tightly.

Cover warm. Careful.

I'm afraid it will pop out carelessly.

Stretch your waist and dye the position green.

Stained the position red.

This disrupts the ordering of the seasons.

That being the case. Spring can only be temporarily in the position.

Quietly sprouted. Grow quietly.

Then grow ears and eyes first.

Listen to faraway places.

Tranquility is still in the group book.

Look at faraway places.

Is it still curling smoke?

Well, let's grow quietly.

The coldest days.

Spring of the position.

It never withered. 2, "Spring Smile".

In the dawn, I see.

There is one in a hundred gardens.

It blooms the most fragrant and bright.

It is the soul of the poem, and it warms up to read.

The snow of the blue wolf makes me.

A little more self-confidence.

You are persistent, putting an inch of longing gaze.

And those messy words.

Put it on the desk and arrange it anew.

You use sweat and wisdom.

Fill every space in life.

Erased the desolation.

In the dawn, I still see the chaos macro.

Flocks of small birds fly into the blue sky.

I bless you from afar!!

There are modern poems about spring as follows:1, "Spring" is spring, and the peach blossoms of Longhua are blooming.

It was opened in those nights, in those blood-spotted nights.

Those nights were starless, those nights were windy.

Those nights listened to the widow's sob, and this ancient land.

Like a hungry beast at all times, licking and sucking the blood of young people.

The blood of the son of a tenacious man, and so passed through a long winter.

After the season of ice and snow, after the expectation of infinite fatigue.

These bloodstains, stains of blood, in the fabulous night of the shirt.

In the deep darkness of the night in the East, countless buds burst open.

Spring is everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River, and people ask: Where does spring come from?

I said: from a tomb in the suburbs.

2, "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms".

From tomorrow, be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, caring for food and vegetables, I have a house, facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, I will correspond to each and every one of my loved ones and tell them about my happiness.

What the blissful lightning told me, I will tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name, stranger, and I bless you too.

May you have a bright future, and may you have a lover who will eventually become married.

May you be happy on earth, I only wish to face the sea and bloom in spring.

3, "Early Spring".

Friend, it's spring, dispel sorrow and wipe away tears.

Smiling at the sun, although there is no torrent of flowers yet.

Wash away the shackles of winter, and pour the fragrance of drunkenness.

Flooding in the plains, mountain passes, although there are no waterfalls of birds.

Thousands of silver beads were splashed and scattered in the misty dawn.

Roll down the boulevard at dusk, but wait.

Once the thunder starts, the dark clouds flee in a hurry.

It was the most beautiful and best dream, and it might come in a glorious night.

There is still a chill, and there are troubles like frost.

If you listen closely, the wind is still howling on the Goro Peak.

The trembling valley seems to be howling together.

But there are already a few tiny rhododendrons, like flames that can't be extinguished.

so that the heavens and the earth are warm, and even the clouds will no longer float on him.

Friends filial piety, let us say that the reason why spring is beautiful and rich.

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

Poems about spring: Modern poems are as follows:

1, "Green" - Ai Qing.

It's as if the green inkwell has been turned upside down, and it's green everywhere. Where to find so much green: dark green, light green, tender green, emerald green, light green, pink green, so green that it is black and surprisingly green.

The wind is green, the rain is green, the water is green, the sun is green, and all the greens are gathered together, huddled together, overlapped, and quietly crossed together. Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if a dance instructor was directing, and all the greens fluttered together neatly to the beat.

Appreciation: Ai Qing's poem "Green" uses the charm of words to describe the green everywhere in spring, the grass in the trees and the earth swaying back and forth in the spring breeze, the wind is green, the water is green, and the world is full of green. Green is the color of life and a symbol of life.

2, "Spring, Ten Haizi" - Haizi.

In the spring, all ten Haizi were resurrected, and in the bright scenery, the ant sedan chair laughed at this savage and sad Haizi Why did you sleep for so long? In the spring, ten seas roared lowly, dancing and singing around you and me, ruffling your black hair, riding you away, dusty, the pain of your splitting filled the earth.

In the spring, the savage and vengeful Haizi, this one is left, and the last one, this is the son of the night, immersed in winter, obsessed with death, unable to extricate himself, loving the empty and cold countryside, where the grain is piled up high and covers the windows, and they are half in the mouth, food and stomach of a family of six, and half for agriculture, and they breed themselves, and the wind blows from east to west, and from north to south, ignoring night and dawn, what do you mean by the dawn?

Appreciation: "Spring, Ten Haizi" is the last poem of Haizi's life, a lyrical short poem, from "Haizi Poetry Collection". Its uniqueness and personalization in content and imagery are more prominent, and the text exudes a mood of solitary despair.

Don't be trapped by material desires, you can move towards a more complete place of existence. Ten represents perfection, Haizi is like the masses, hoping that everyone can have the concept of soul.

3, "One of My Springs" - Gu Cheng.

Outside the wooden window, lay flat my ploughland, my little yak, my single ploughshare. A small group of suns, walking along the fence, sky blue petals, began to bend. The dew was scared, wetting a piece of memory, and the frightened wax-billed finch looked at the sky.

I'm going to work, I'm going to choose the seeds of my dreams, let them shine in the palms of my hands, and scatter them all in the water.

Appreciation: Gu Cheng is a fairy tale poet, in his pen small animals, small flowers, small grass, all things in nature have a rich soul. The poet uses that unique language to show us what he sees.

The combination of cultivated fields (fields), yaks, single ploughshares, the sun that is dismantled in the morning, and the fence gives the impression that the tranquility is full of strength, hope and light. Under the morning light, everything is revived, thriving and vibrant. That heart is also welcoming its own spring, full of vitality, sowing the seeds of dreams, and looking forward to a bumper harvest.

Poems about spring modern poems are as follows:

1. In the mountains and forests, the spring breeze can be seen. If you don't believe it, you follow the eyes and look at the light, in the mountains and forests, the wind blows the forest, and it is the footsteps of the wind. The mountains are full of flowers, and the gorgeous colors are the masterpieces of the spring breeze.

2, the bird flying from the south, chirping happily, singing a string of moving **, crisp and pleasant. Bathed in the warm spring breeze, people's mood is also better, with a new mind, dear people, are you in **?

3. The whole poem reads like flowing water, simple, natural, vigorous, fresh, and at the same time far away. When bathed in the spring breeze, who doesn't rejoice? The spring breeze brings beautiful spring days, but it also brings longing.

4. On this day, Gao Guanguo came to the lake, and when he showed his eyes, the grass by the lake was green and had already been blown green by the spring breeze. On the road by the lake, it is still beautiful in spring.

5. The beautiful scenery in front of you evokes memories. On the path by the lake, the young poet rode a horse and played happily. In this situation, the lyricist fell into a deep memory.

6. And go to the restaurant, in order to get drunk, and wait until the sun sets, hear the crow in your ears, and then come back to your senses. The spring breeze is a symbol of beautiful spring, and it is easier to evoke nostalgia for the good old days. The spring breeze brings not only hope, but also sadness and longing.

7. The spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, as long as it comes, there will be a prosperity between heaven and earth. The spring breeze came to the world, the snow of a thousand mountains was swept away, and the spring breeze passed through, leaving the Garden of All Nations.