Introduction: people can love spring, because this beautiful spring gives people a new beginning, a new harvest, a new life and a new hope. Here are the modern poems about spring that I share with you!
Part 1: Waiting for Spring
Spring, I'm waiting for you to come back
Dating spring on the hillside in the countryside
Bees gathering honey in the flower buds
Creeks flowing among the flowers
The spring breeze is wispy -
The pear trees are white
The spring sun is melting
The peach blossoms are red
And in the fields
The rapeseed blossoms are in full bloom
One by one, one by one
Blossoming in the spring breeze
When the full blossom beckons you to come back
When the full blossoms beckon you to come back
When the full blossom beckons you to come back
When they beckon
they show their beauty and flavor
Spring, I'm waiting for you to come back
with the dazzling sunshine
The spring breeze -
the kissing of the streams and the rivers
the coloring of the mountains and the rivers
and the sky
the coloring of the sky
the coloring of the mountains and the rivers.
The beautiful clouds that linger in the sky
And the sliver of hope that is sown in the spring breeze
When the seeds germinate
They become colorful
Spring, I'm waiting for you to come back
Humming a soft and happy tune
The spring breezes - -
The spring breezes -
The grass is growing and the warblers are flying
The wind is blowing the flowers
And the corners of your mouth
Blossomed with a shallow smile
When the heart is] attached
The ripples of that ripple
Shallowly swept over the heart
Take a piece of spring to haunt the heart
The spring breeze is so soft and gentle that I can't wait for the spring to come back
The spring breeze is so soft and gentle that the spring breeze is flowing. strong> Part II: Writing to Spring
The last snowfall
and the tops of the trees outside the window look away
The mist sprayed from the branches
quietly dripping into the splendor of spring
Arching out of the frozen soil of the shoots
Knocking lightly on the doorway of the earth
A huge vitality
The beautiful mountains and rivers filled with flowers and butterflies
Fragrant and moist soil
Lifting the heavy winter clothes
Welcoming the visit of every seeker
The warm and gentle breeze
Like a nimble swallow
Carrying the message of spring
Flying over mountains, fields, skyscrapers and islands
The delicate and bright sunshine and the beautiful wind
The beautiful and bright sunshine and the bright sunshine and the bright sunshine and the bright sunshine and the bright sunshine and the bright sunshine and the bright sunshine. p> The bright and delicate sunshine
is scattered on the earth
like a warm hand
gently caressing every inch of the earth
The spring girl in the faraway land
wanders along the riverbanks
Fresh and soft air
is wrapped with the fragrance of the moist soil
The warmth of the sun, the comforting winds
The warmth of the sun, the comforting breeze
The warmth of the sun, the comforting breeze
The warmth of the sun, the comforting breeze
The warmth of the wind.
The rain is like a six-stringed zither
Under the caress of the spring breeze
Tinkles and flutters gracefully
The dappled shadows of the trees, the forest of dreams
Are filled with the fragrance of the flowering season
The freshness of the rain, the heart of the Sunshine
Leads me into the colorful mystery
The giant hand of spring
A magical brush
Paint the colorful colors to its heart's content
A splendid gallery for the three mountains and the five hills
Oh
The verdure of the north, the greenness of the south
Has dyed the fields and the mountains with the colors of spring
A sacred building, a place where the world's most beautiful trees are in the shade of spring
A sacred building, a place where the world's most beautiful trees are in the shade of spring
A sacred building, a place where the world's most beautiful trees are in the shade of spring
A sacred temple
The strings of the rivers
Dial out the smooth music
The drums of the mountains
Play a joyful symphony
The swallows murmur a bright
And the magpies announce a prelude
And let the long-lost moods take flight
Wave goodbye to last night's winter
And give wings to the heart that hibernates.
I'll give wings to my hibernating heart
I'll go on a date with spring
I'll rub my sleepy eyes
I'll knock on the door
I'll come close to the warmth
I'll take the fragrance of tea
I'll push my heart open
I'll jump in the warmth of the sun
I'll step up to the high hill
I'll pass by the babbling brook
I'll raise the heart of the world
I'll go on a journey to the new world
I'll go to the old world
I'll go to the old town
Raise a leg and tie a red ribbon
Stare at the buds and take in the sweet foam
Purple dreams, eyes that love to talk
The mind travels through
Just reveling in the fragrant air!
Article 3: Spring is coming
Rapeseed flowers. A piece after piece of golden
Peach blossoms are getting more and more delicate
The winds of the old home began to chatter again
On the way home, back and forth little bees
All the way to the love song constantly
As intoxicated, accompanied by me to the entrance of the village
Knocked open the old mansion's rustic
Rosewood gate. My family's little white dog, a change from the norm
Canvas mouth fangs, give me a mess
Mother heard her son's voice, stumbled and smiled
The cane in her hand flew in the air
"This little white dog has got peach blossom madness again ...... "
My mother talked and laughed
And called me by my hot pet name
As if I were the real spring
Part IV: Spring. Footsteps
The footsteps of spring
Gently
Gently coming to you
Like a breeze sweeping through my heart
Drunk
A yearly wish
The footsteps of spring
Are the creek shedding its frozen coat
I want to wake up <
The fish that sleep at the bottom of the river
And fear
The proverbial spring thunder that splits the hibernation
Dampens the breathing
Sunshine
Spring's footsteps
Are the longing colors of the fields after the snow
Dandelion, petunia, and dogwood are not yet in bloom
The spring breezes want to feast
Tinkerbell's green and fluttering red
Fearful of
offending the drowsy soil
That hint of tender
Goose-yellow
Spring's footsteps
Are the wisps of smoke
Hanging in the wanderer's heart
My mother has put the big red spring on the door of the old house
And cooked the wanderer's heart to boiling. >
A part of the gloom still lingers gray
Yet you have come at last
Hear, far away, your footsteps have trodden
Smell, the scent of your refreshing vitality, wafting
Your dream shines brightly on the new shoots among the boughs
The snow has turned to rain, and the mist disperses to make dew
For you, for your coming, sprinkle the dust-washing
You, the sprite of spring
Arriving at a time when the spring flowers are not yet in full bloom
With the golden plumage of the sun, dancing with the spirit of the breeze
You're a breath of innocence
Filled with the softness of the water, and the cleanliness of the snow
A trace of jade-like coolness and the warmth of the sun, blowing
You're among the branches of the tree You are spinning and floating between the branches of the trees
You are weaving a vision of spring for the forest
Along the flight of your dream, you will grow
Green leaves, buds, and images of spring flowers
The ice is melting, and the river is gurgling
You are the one who sings your song and you are the one who travels on the waves
The remaining snow is crystallized, and it is reflected in the illusion of your magic
The warmth of a stream in the pale mountains is a great sign of the snow, which is the most important thing in the world. The mountains are a warm and rising stream of warmth
A bird song, breaking through the cold
Clanging passionate echo, rippling with the sound of spring
A burst of bird song, murmuring gracefully
Early spring of serenity, soft, calling the dream of spring
Just a few days, the winter cold and warmth of the spring intertwined
The sun is brilliant eyes, blue sky is more blue, and the sunshine is bright. The blue sky is getting bluer and bluer
The buds and buds that sprouted in the winter are stretching out
Listening, listening, listening to the sound of spring
The fairies of the flowers and the spirits of the grasses
All of them have departed from the sanctuary of the imaginary realm of the mountains and the forests of trees and the sea of forests
Catching up to the annual fairylike event
An event of spring that is a colorful singing of life
The event of spring that is an event of spring, an event of spring that is an event of spring.
Part 6: Spring is coming
Spring is coming
The wind girl with a comb
gently
for the willow sister comb hair
Spring is coming
The grasses woke up from the arms of the mother of the winter
stretching
Spring is here
Flowers are scrambling out
Smiling
Blooming with beautiful smiles
Spring is here
Swallows are flying back from their homeland
Bustling about
Bearing grass and building their homes
Spring is here
People are shedding their clothes
And they've got a lot to learn about the world.
People shed their heavy cotton coats
Merrily
Swimming in the enchanting scenery of spring
Part 7: Looking forward to spring
I hear the sound of the earth tearing apart
All those pale words seeping down into the ground
In the distance
Trees are shuttered and silent.
A few wintering sparrows
Dumbstruck by death
I escaped from the tomb-like city
An icy soul
Deserted for the whole winter
Wheat seedlings in the ground and the snow of 2012
Talked about plucking hearts
This frozen riverbank
How many dreams have been hibernated
Who could bear to see a fish and me freeze to death
Finally thrown away in vague memories
Treading on painful memories
A force
Slowly evaporating expectations
The warm winter sunlight
Awakens a young girl's heart
When she and the earth are painted in colorful make-up
She is a young woman, and the earth is a young woman.
Article 8: Spring in Bloom
The wind is tangled in the window
The cold is frozen
Silence is the only picture in the frozen world
The snow is starting to fall, one by one
It's flying away from my doorstep
As if it were a firework. p> The snowy days
The plum tree is in bloom
Red as fire, thick as blood
How life is in it
Has spring come
Spring has come
Every time I talk to it
I am always told
The larks are already singing in the mountains
The groundhogs are probing the ground
The larks are probing the ground.
The groundhog is exploring the ground
And the ants, the crickets, the butterflies ......
Together, they will open the door to winter
And welcome the bright and fragrant spring of flowers
Those who lie dormant
Those who exist silently, in the darkness, in the cold, in the loneliness and in the pain.
They never lack light, they never fear the cold
They never give up hope, they never miss a spring
No matter how much warmth and affection the past has taken away
No matter how much pain and sadness the past has left behind
Please join with this plum tree
And boldly embark on the journey of spring
To leave the world a beautiful and steadfast place. > Leave the world with a beautiful and determined back?