Modern Poetry of Spring

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?