In the usual study, work or life, you must not have seen a lot of classic poetry, poetry is a kind of lyrical literary genre. Do you know what kind of poetry is classic? Here is the spring modern poetry I helped you organize, welcome to share.
Spring modern poetry 1
It's time to read poetry in the spring
(night, just washed away the dusty spring sunshine in the north country
like dogs and cats restless restless
to the web page to search for the heart of the south of the Yangtze River)
hear sighs to think of the south of the Yangtze River
and then thought of Su Xiaoxiao, cousin, the nostalgia of the south of the Yangtze River in the light of the light of the light
think of the Tang poem Cai Lingzhi in the south of the Yangtze River
the world's most important poem, the first one of its kind in the world, is a poem of the world.
I think of the springtime when I was picking lotus in Tang poetry
I see blades of grass peeking out from the rubble
I think of a little bit of wine and mignonette blossoms
I really think of the necessity of writing clumsy words
Is there a woodpile under the fig tree
Does the flower put its death in front of the window
Will the young man go to the sea to inherit the sea
I think of a deep valley in my sleep. Is there a silent voice echoing in the deep valley of illusion in a false sleep
Can the solar energy climb over the square into the rusty copper plate
Flies may really know the motherland
And buzz in the winter
Is it rare for a girl to settle in a passerby's body on the side of the road
Does a passer-by's landscape have the loyalty of a home
Who is entitled to love and loathe
Who has the qualification to love and loathe?
Whether the two ends of the phone are fear, pity, loathing or favor
What shape the cuneiform body of an earthworm will arch into
Whether the one that speeds toward the back of the car can be held or not
It seems impossible to decide
Who will look at a woman in the eye as she walks by
And even if the storm's springs are really straightened
Even if it's a storm, I'll have to wait for the next day to see what happens.
Even if the springs of the storm are straightened
Even if the yellow buttons of the island are fastened to the warm pockets of the coat
The exiles may not always be sighing
Mud can be alive and thriving
Birds of prey pass through the windows of death
The sea can't bloom and fall
The south of the river is waiting for us
I saw the flowers and leaves in the rubble
And then the young leaves in the rubble
And then I saw the young leaves in the rubble. p>
Then I saw the rubble in the grass
I have never been down to Jiangnan, not to mention Suzhou and Hangzhou
I am attached to Jiangnan, I don't know if the cousin of the lake embankment
Is there any one that belongs to me
Bathing in the dusty spring sunshine of the north
Suddenly I remembered the spring
Thinking of the spring of Jiangnan
Thinking of the spring of Jiangnan, there is a group of people
I thought of the spring of Jiangnan, there is a group of people who have a good time, and they have a good time.
A group of people
are sighing and chanting with the spring breeze
Spring Modern Poetry 2Hitching a ride on a train bound for spring
Carrying
a seasonal blade
Ruthlessly scraping open
The restless buds
Letting the small hands of the ice cracked over the winter
Stretching out Reaching out
to grasp the hunting flag
to chase
a snowfall in spring
as soon as one's foot steps on
the equator of spring
a snowfall is precious
a conversation about spring and snow
in a flash
the snowflakes are flowing freely
in six different directions
the snowflake is moving to a new direction
a new direction.
Commands are given
Messages of wetness are sent
Spring has nothing to do with snow
It's the sudden
cold
That holds everyone's love in a tight grip
Looking up at the sky
The contact between the sky and the earth
Is fierce and pure
Down the slope of the seasons
Waiting in front of you
Spring Modern Poetry 3Poetry, a song
Sings the heart's wistful melody
I purposely hit your doorstep
To see if you'll look back
If you look back
You'll fall into my gaze
And from then on my `sheet music I'll write for you
The warbler's song
The sunset
In the seasons of life
I'll express the boldness of the wind song
I'll listen to the melodious song of the bluebird
I'll be with you
In the daytime and in the nighttime
Poetry is the scene of the first day of spring.
Poetry is the sound of red beans sprouting
Growing into the Jiangnan of longing
Dyeing the landscape of self-pity
Into a murmuring blue river
So that you'll come to the riverside to freshen up
Asking you to draw your eyebrows
Inviting you, to the mirror, to paste the yellow of the flowers
Just like the birds that love each other in love with long-lasting affection
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Poetry is a song
Poetry is a painting
Poetry is a red bean
I put the poem in the painting
I planted the red bean in the painting
From then on, the sound of your song
will be heard in my dreams
Do you know
that poems
will also
be accompanied by the misty rain
and the breeze of spring
germinate and grow together with the thoughts of---
Spring Modern Poetry 4The cold wind is blowing
the bitter rain is pouring coldly and bitterly
the people are longing for the spring when flowers blossom
the snow should be flying affectionately in response
and the ground is all The earth is white
The air is full of snow
Heaven and earth are one
Flowers and snow are confused
The earth and sky are a candle
The child's plum blossom is a half wick
The child unfolds the winter scroll
The plum blossom lights up the spring to come
Kisses the wind and dances
Cuddles the mountains and the rivers.
When lovers are angry
Tearing up the pieces of love letters
Or when the trees are warm
Flying spring willows
Who are the pioneers of spring
Who are the signals of springtime
Who are the sweepers of the pests
Who are the moisturizers of the ground
The snowy ones are in full bloom.
The sound of the year of plenty
Snow welcomes the arrival of spring
Spring arrives and snow goes into hiding
Snow is the prelude to spring
Spring is the grand chapter of snow
White six-petaled flowers fly in the sky
The new beauty of the spring is renewed and chased close to the body
Spring Modern Poetry 5Looking for spring
To find spring
I heard that spring is coming,
I want to go out and look for it.
In the morning I heard rolling thunder,
accompanied by a rustling drizzle,
which my father said was the sound of spring.
I took off my thick cotton jacket,
and put on a beautiful spring dress,
and my mother said it was the makeup of spring.
I saw the little trees in the flower beds along the roadside,
drawing out their tender new shoots,
and they said, "Spring is coming, spring is coming.
The aerial flower beds along the Liuyang River,
are filled with spring flowers like waterfalls,
they say, spring is coming, spring is coming.
Our family went to Gaoping for spring trekking,
and saw a large and large rape flowers,
like a yellow sea.
In our QQ farm,
the little earthworms showed their naughty heads,
and began to loosen the soil as if they were swimming in the water.
My two small incisors, which have been missing for a long time,
heard the news of spring,
and slowly grew out.
Spring is here,
Spring is there,
Spring is in our eyes,
Spring is in each of our hearts,
Ah! I've finally found spring.
The aftermath of the firecrackers
fell to the ground in droves
Those more or less joyful
Like snow
Warming the thin branches
The old year is gone forever
The new year is starting quietly
The days of the white horse
Make the youth grow old every day
Childhood is the most important thing in the world.
Childhood grows older every day
The past is gone with the wind
Hope has gradually sprouted
In the sky
Whose call is it
It's the warmth of spring
Early spring
The first warmth of the day
It's still cold
But it's not the worst of winter
The river is open
The river is open
The river is open
The river is open
The river is open
The river is closed
The geese come in eight or nine years
Spring
Walking through the door of your house
Spring Modern Poetry 7The peach blossom garden is green with green grass,
Your long skirt kisses the earth,
Your slender face reveals a deep feeling of love.
You came out from the Tang poem,
"Peach blossoms on human face",
"Ten thousand purples and thousands of reds are always spring".
Your shyness, reflecting the red peach blossoms;
Your youthful innocence, reflecting the earth's heart;
Your love, dress up the spring scenery.
You come from the depths of the stamens,
stepping on the beat of spring rhythms,
smile, flashing in the dimples,
joy, in the depths of the heart.
Your modesty contains a lightness,
The face of Xiu Li is hidden in the beauty of the stunning,
The curvaceous body with a spring-like lushness.
Your towering peaks,
the ups and downs of the stacked barriers exuding fragrance,
condensed, condensed one after another,
always unintentionally attracted the greedy eyes.
You are more beautiful than the spring,
The bee, the butterfly for you to dance,
The tree, the wind for you to sing a refreshing song.
At this time, your posture is as bright as the spring light,
Your silhouette, as beautiful as a fairy,
With the camera click,
I put you into the frame, the beautiful eternity.
Clothes increased and decreased
Reduced and increased
Just revealed a slight warmth
Instant and cold winds came
Tender green goose yellow children
Hold out a kind of blossom
Peach blossom at first sight
Pear blossom with rain
Dear
Do you know?
I've waited a whole winter for your smile
The red moon that night
What kind of longing is contained in the red moon
It was September last year
That time we parted
It's amazing to see that the thoughts of a dirty head
Continue in a new year.
Even though the butterfly has broken out of its cocoon
Who can tell how many wrinkles have been added to the face of the pupa struggling in the darkness
The splendor of the moment
I just want to end up with the beauty of the moment
And then
I will grow old in the midst of the happiness
I'm losing my clothes and gaining more
I'm gaining more and losing more. I want to get rid of the bulge and ugliness as soon as possible
I want to give you my best face
Don't say that you don't have time
Any excuse
is just a pretext
to make the meeting
far away
Spring WalkAs I read the words, the wind
blew from the path
Outside the window the field was green, no one was there in the distance
The sound of water rang out
Clearer than the sound of the words I was reciting
I repeated the words over and over again
Looking up at the sky I packed up my old books
Waving my hand to the field I walked out. Spring, spring.
Spring is so like me, breathing easy
My movements are clumsy, my feet slow
My heart is bulging with light, my face is poised, I turn away
I let the tears flow on my stamens, my eyelids mist over
My eyelashes are like dense fringes
I only hook my head even lower
Apricot blossoms are gone, peach blossoms bloomed and then the Begonia
The bees' powder puffs are dipped in rouge
They paint their cheeks deeper and deeper
The buds of the young shoots are green, and the olive branches are clustered in the distant mountains
But she refuses to move her feet so easily
Over the years, she has become more and more reserved in her training
The south wind is urging us to go back to her home again and again
The winds are speaking of the virtual love of poplars and willows
The sky is filled with the love of poplar and willow blossoms. p>
The sky is full of fluttering flowers. The theater of the world's noise is open
When it boils, spring is already old
Like a soup
Small fire, slow frying. When the medicine kicks in
it's time for the beauty to grow old. The first thing you need to do is to shake off the petals and whitewash them
Before you gather the honey on your tongue and the poison on your rhizome, you need to diffuse the bitterness in your heart
Spring Modern Poetry 10I don't know where you live
I just saw you waking up the silent sky
Bringing a piece of the blue sky
Flying birds let go of their clear voices
Singing the blue sky, singing the song of the blue sky
The birds are not the only ones who can sing the song of the blue sky
They have been singing the song of the blue sky. p> Singing in the blue sky, singing in the earth
You compose music in the sky
Is your home in the sky
I don't know where you live
I only see you healing the frozen grass
Bringing a wave of green
Alert ants wriggle their dexterous bodies
Burrowing into the grass, burrowing into the dirt
You blow your horn in the grass
Is your home in the grass
I don't know where you live
I only see you dress up the wilting flowers
Bringing along a flurry of dazzling wonders
Hard-working bees and butterflies flap their exquisite wings
Running to the corolla, running towards the stamens
You paint pictures in the flowers
Are you Is your home among the flowers
I don't know where you live
I only see you amusing the downtrodden us
Bringing a burst of laughter
Your young face is flushed with joy
Joy on your face, joy in your heart
You are recording the moments in our hearts
Is your home in our heart
Your home is in our heart
There are too many of your homes
Your home is in our heart
Your home is in our heart
Your home is in our heart
Your home is in our heart
Your home is in our heart. have too much home
So you don't want to talk about it, do you
You just want to sow your beauty to your heart's content
You just want to be the earth's everlasting beautician
You just want to watch us be healthy and beautiful
Do you? Spring!
Spring Modern Poetry 11The green of life sings in the branches, and the birds wander
Through the forest, through a wisp of the spring breeze permeates the woods
The verdant peaks stand up straight and tall
Thousands of feet laid to come in the mood of ease and fortitude
There is also the sound of running water rippling between the mountains
With the wind wafting the fragrance
A flower blossoming
The beauty of a flower blossoming, accompanied by butterflies fluttering
Green spreads over the fields and farmlands
Relaxing and collecting the bright spring water
The sun shines through the glass windows
On the lake of the heart, a light boat
is sailing to the shore of the vastness of the world
A tranquil and peaceful scene
Free of the day's hustle and bustle
The moonlight is like the moon, the moon is like the moon, the moon is like the sun.
The moon looks like water traveling through the clouds
A breeze blows through, causing ripples
Swallows pass through the forest, picking up their guitars
Letting out their light music, which drifts and swirls in the slightly humid air
Spring Modern Poetry 12Untouchable youthfulness
Dipping in and out of childhood in memories
All that humidity, that is, is just a little bit too much.
Only at the bottom of the peach blossom river swirls
Golden rapeseed flowers
Turns out to be the bed of spring
Poetry in slumber
One by one, the heart blossoms
Can't help but be jealous
Waking up with an unsettling panic
Like a big secret
Broken in the far away past Blurred past
Too bad it can't grow into autumn fruit
And it's not destined to become a seed in the spring
No story
No forgetting
Spring Modern Poetry 13The sun shines brightly in April
The sky is a deep blue
The purple hibiscus flowers
In the bright spring sunshine
Sprinkle a string of soft laughter
Purple dress
Such as a thin orchid silk sand in the flow
Through the purple hibiscus smooth face
Such as the end of the Xiangxiang cup of orchid tall mellow syrup
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Purple is how beautiful it is!
Bright, warm and dazzling in the spring
A distant view of the purple hibiscus
As gentle and deep as the orchid-colored deep sea water
Like a smiling Mi Fei smiling at you!
You can't help but feel the ripples in your heart
/
The purple hibiscus rejoices like a hundred flowers
She unleashes her beauty
She unleashes her mellow heart
For the sake of the spring
Heart of the love of her heart
She pours out her youthful blossom
You watch the birds
Fluttering around her.
The people who pass by
keep turning back to stare
The grass stretches its back and looks out
The river wears a new coat and prepares for an encounter
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Hibiscus has fallen in love with the spring
Do you know
that when the spring is over
we're going to have to say goodbye?
Hibiscus is happy and sad at the same time
How to create an ageless spring?
Or create a white gold wedding ring that is carefully carved?
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Falling in love with spring
is destined to fall in love with the thoughts of the seasons
In the depths of spring
The twilight blossoms that fall from the sky
tell of a different kind of love
There is grief
There is yearning
There is unwillingness to let go
There is more of a love without words
Spring Modern Poetry 14
I want to send the spring in a package
But the spring is too soft and delicate
The soft spring breeze is not enough to become a rope in my hand
I am afraid of breaking the fragile arm of the spring breeze if I push too hard
I am afraid of dispersing the spring in the package if I don't hold it hard enough
A river of tobacco and a lot of rain
I accompanied the spring to run in the field.
Nursery rhymes echo in the ears of the swallows
My tender fingers sway in the wind
I comb the spring's new hair
I release butterflies, scatter flowers and grasses, and catch a handful of sunshine
The spring breeze makes the happy people log in one by one
I take up the spring's little decree
The comma makes the swallows stop
Come slowly from the dream of the shepherd boy riding on the back of the ox
A beam of sunlight stands in front of the window
Stretching my thoughts to a long, long time
I want to hold the spring
Let the spring
Find the spring in the mountains, find the white sails in the rivers
I give the spring a stay in the name of love
I give the spring a stay in the name of love.
But the spring breeze, after detecting my body temperature
Crop after crop of green has made me thin and unconscious
I'm not sentimental, but I am sentimental about the hope of spring flowers looking back
Look, the moonlight tonight is vast
Enough to empty my bag, so that I can lean down to pick up the streams
Waiting for the morning sun to poke its head out
The way is clear, the way is clear.
All the way through, all the way to the sunshine
I will meet spring again when I find the fragrance of the flowers
Spring Modern Poetry 15Spring Colors
Sometimes I am very contradictory to my own obstinacy
It's also very hateful, hateful because I don't know too much
Spring is coming, but I don't know to take a walk in the countryside
I've been bored for a whole winter
And still I don't know anything about it.
And I'm not even aware that I've gained a few extra pounds of fat
This extra fat from the winter has to be returned to the spring
The spring has come, but the haze hasn't cleared up yet
Those pounds of fat from the winter
Have added a few more pounds of greed to my life
I hate it, and I'd much rather
Let my body be close to the beautiful colors of the spring
Let the excesses of winter disappear as soon as possibleTake advantage of this spring breeze and sunshine
Stretch out the arms that are clasped tightly
Take the restrained footsteps a little wider
Comb out the greed, the selfishness, the narrow-mindedness ......
and all the shadows in the spring breeze.
Don't make poetry too good
Don't make life so heavy
So as not to delay the blossoming of spring
So as not to delay the blossoming of shoots and green leaves
Let the true color of spring be restored to the tips of the hair
Rooted in loess and growing with a plant
And the loess, when I'm close to the loess
For it More precious than gold
Convinced. Loess is loess
Nothing ever grows in gold
Nor does it awaken the spring
That gold is too monotonous, too cold
Ripening or falling
Autumn is tiresome
All the rounds, all the overlapping
Will eventually be returned to the loess
And will eventually start in the spring
And will eventually start in the spring
But when I get close to loess, I have no doubt that it's more precious than gold
It's just that loess is loess.