In daily life or work and study, we all know some classic poems, right? The content of poetry is the most concentrated reflection of social life. There are many types of poems, do you know them all? The following is a modern poem describing spring that I have organized for you, just for reference, let's take a look.
Snow and Spring
The cold wind is blowing
The bitter rain is pouring coldly
People long for the spring of blossoms
The snow flies in response
The ground is a blanket
The air is full of flurry
Heaven and earth are one and the same.
Heaven and earth are one
Flowers and snow are confused
The earth and the sky are a whole candle
The child's plum blossom is a half wick
The child unfolds the scroll of winter
The plum blossom lights up the spring to come
Kisses the wind and dances
Cuddles the mountains and the rivers and pampers them with affection
It is the time for lovers to be furious
When they tear up love letters
When love letters are torn to shredsOr when the blue trees are warm and clear
Flying spring willows
Who are the pioneers of spring
Who are the signals of springtime's action
Who sweep away the pests
Who crisp up the ground
Once the snow makes its presence felt
The news of a fruitful year is heard
Flying snow welcomes the arrival of spring
Spring arrives and snow returns
Snow is the prelude to spring
Spring is the grand chapter of snow
White six-petaled flowers fly all over the sky
The new beauty of the renewed spring is chasing after it
Modern Poetry About Spring 2"The Children of Spring"
I came to the When I came
You weren't here yet
When I left
You weren't there anymore
When the swallows returned
On the road to another country
Who was watching the flowers bloom on the stranger's street all alone
Again, my mother's admonition echoes in my ears
"You're a child of the springtime
You should have the heart of spring"
Mom
Mom
Will my first cry
quietly change the world
Modern Poetry Describing Spring 31, "Laughing to Welcome Spring Day"
The high mountains and flowing streams are searching for a soulmate. The winter will be over and the spring will come.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey.
2. The Smile of Spring
In the dawn, I saw
There is a flower in the garden of flowers
The most fragrant and colorful
It is the soul of the poem.
An inch of thirsty eyes
And those messy words
Put on the desk from the new arrangement
You use sweat and wisdom
Fill every space in life
Erase the barren
In the dawn, I also saw
A group of birds flying to the blue sky
A distant blessing to you!
3. "The Hope of Spring"
The winter beckons again and again
The positions are dressed in white
The guns and I also put on seasonal camouflage
The days when the winds from the north are getting tighter and tighter
The snowflake's white color is the best material
The reticence to speak is also a kind of
Occasionally, the car runs on the field day
The position only squeezes out a faint smile
I can see in the bitter smile
In fact, the silence itself is a kind of camouflage
The position has long since stolen the seed of spring
Covered with the warmth of the gun and I in my arms
It's enough
Just need to hold tightly
I'm a good person, but I'm not a good person, so I'm not a good person.
Just need to hold it tightly
Cover it with warmth
Be careful
Fear that it might pop out without noticing
Stretching out, it will color the position green
Redden the position red
It will disrupt the season's ordering
As it is
The spring can only be in the position for the time being
Silent and sprouting Sprouting
Growing quietly
Let's grow ears and eyes first
Listening to the distant places
Is the tranquility still there
Seeing the distant places
Is the smoke still there
All right, let's grow quietly
On the coldest of days
The spring of the position
Has never been a spring.
Never withered
4. "The Spring of Life"
Time passes by
Out of the winter's cold
The years are like a song
The spring is full of joy
The spring is full of dreams
The spring spreads sunshine in the field of the heart
The spring is full of life
The spring is full of hope
The spring is full of life
The spring is full of life
The spring is full of life
The spring is full of life
The spring is full of hope
Sowing hope on earth
Spring brings songs
Singing a song of beautiful flowers
Spring brings beauty
Writing colorful
Spring is an eye-pleasing feast
Spring is a colorful picture
Spring rains moisturize and nourish the living beings
Spring breezes blow away the gloomy clouds.
The soft spring wind blows away the cloudy sky
The buds of flowers are about to show their smiles
The river of spring water floats a thousand boats and a thousand sails
Sip a cup of tea
Recite a bright poem
Wake up from your dream, it's spring
It's the good thing about spring again
It lightens up a lot of sadness and hate
Farewell to the cold winter
The spring is the best time to go home.
A smile is a peace of mind
Push open the window pane
The heart and the sea will shine in the spring light
As long as there is still love in your heart
Even if it's a chilly spring day
You can feel the warm wind on your face
The spring is full of color
5, Spring Gift
This is the first time that I've ever seen a spring gift. strong>
Let's pick up a fragrance
and send it to your dreamland on a breeze
If you turn over in your dream
then it must be that I
have come to you
and woke up, you will be
amazed to find
that there is
a small flower on your pillow
and that I can't see it in the air.
A little flower
6. "Waiting for Spring"
In the snow
Hands in your pants pockets
Heads down
Hurriedly hurrying along
That must
not be a photographer
Enjoying the scenery
On the In this world
How many people are trying to
survive
in the cold wind
chasing after the sun
Who needs
the sunlight
more than they do
the white earth
waiting for the warmth of the spring
that is to come? Spring-like warmth
7. Spring
I. In the grove of the city
It's the return of the green, my grove
The grove is full of ants and flying insects
All these humble creatures come with the spring
Beneath the soil I hear earthworms creeping
With soft, soft hands I can hear them.
With soft heads they bang open the gates that the soil closes
In the grass of the grove I see a herd of goats
Swinging their long whiskers, they bleat
Shaking my youth and my soul
A black goat, walking towards me
With tears of happiness on its face
II. Pushing open the gates of spring<
I hear birds chirping
In the city, there are a few spring birds
They don't dare to go into the city
They only cheer and jump outside the city
They are as simple as the farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel a kind of intimacy
They are my friends
They are also as if they are my relatives I met by chance
They are searching for unknown insects
They are looking for a new way of life. They are searching for unknown bugs
They make affectionate noises to their companions
Outside of the utility, I fell in love with the sound of birds
In the midst of their chirping
I pushed open the door of spring
Third, this spring
This spring, my heart is in a turmoil
I think of certain tombstones at one moment
At another moment Thinking of my childhood
My heart is in turmoil this spring
Poems have been written by spring
My dedications are the blades of grass and the crowns of flowers in spring
What else can I do in this spring
With whom else can I embrace the springtime and the time
8. "Standing at the Spring
Standing at the crossroads of cold winds
Waiting for spring
Snow continues to drift and dye, paving
The intersection to spring
Continue to walk and climb over the twelve o'clock hillock
Measuring the length of the seasons with a turn of the clock
The winter goes and the spring comes
Sandwich, only a snow
Down in the winter, melting in the spring
Perhaps I am in the window of winter
Remote viewing of the spring sunshine
Feeling the warmth of the winter and the spring cold
The wind blowing in which direction
I go to where
No harm done, I've already walked in the alleyway in the spring
Offerings with A fallen leaf as a letterhead
To send you the memories of three years ago
And then you read it by the winter fireplace
And burn it
I use a drop of water in winter
To send the state of my heart
Frozen into a lingering ice when it touches the roof
And melt in the warm season
To continue the past that should be continued. Carrying on with the once that should go on
Digging a mound in the heart
Burying the ashes of the leaves
In the `season of memories, offering incense.
9. "Poem for Spring"
By: Under the Poplar Tree
Bright sunshine sprinkles the earth
Flowers in full bloom give off fragrance
I am standing in the balmy spring breeze
Looking forward to meeting you this time
Soft wind rattles my thoughts.
The spring breeze is no match for your beauty
Everywhere you go, flowers fill the ground
The air you exhale is fresh
How many lovesicknesses are written on a red bean
A bright moon recites a thousand years of poems
A blessed heartfelt sentence of "happy flowers, happy moon"
How many destined ones are intoxicated with sweet love
I'm looking forward to this encounter with you.
The light wind found me open
The light wind found me open
The light wind found me open
The light wind found me open
The light wind found me open
The light breeze found my open book,
flipping through the pages and searching for the poem about spring
I told her, "No such thing!"
Who could write a poem describing spring?
But the light wind did not care to give me an answer;
A shadow of a cloud drifted across her face
Fearing that I had made her look for the wrong chapter of the poem.
The Heart of Spring
Spring is in bloom
The earth is fragrant
My dear, can this intoxicating spring breeze
Ripple the sea of your heart
Suppose your soul is still drifting in the winter
We praise the spring
She is always She always comes on time
My dear, spring is so honest
Is your tired heart a promise
My dear
Is it the heart of spring that we dedicate our lives to finding
Is it the heart of spring
The heart of spring is as barren as the grass
Go out and walk on the road at will
The beauty of the thing is everywhere to be picked up
The heart of spring is as barren as the grass.
The mood of a young girl cannot be told
The rain often falls from the sky
And it is not certain on whom it will fall
Pedestrians on the road are all wearing umbrellas
Encounters in the car are mostly unknown
The eyes of love may not necessarily be for whom they are meant
The peach blossoms in the humid sky have a blush color
The droplets of water slanting against the glass have the color of a blush
The eyes of a young girl in the car may not necessarily have the color of a blush
The eyes of a young girl in the car may not necessarily be for who she is meant for.
The rainy day in Jiangnan is the lover's
Reading Spring
By Li Zhaoxing
Holding a petal of a flower,
I read spring:
The uncountable buds
flourish,
like a fine sweat on the forehead.
Catch a leaf,
To read about spring:
Countless lines
Stretch out,
Like veins in the skin.
To straighten a seedling,
To read about spring:
Countless bones
Struggling,
Pointing to the blue.
Spring
The peach blossom garden is green with grass,
your long skirt kisses the earth,
your slender face reveals a deep 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 body is like a bright spring light,
Your silhouette, as beautiful as a fairy,
With the camera click,
I put you into the frame, the beautiful eternity.
The Medal of Spring
The sky
A ray of light
cuts through the clouds
A medal
Shining in the spring of the coming year
Everything in the world
Drunk
In the arms of the mother
This winter
I'm not sure what to say about this. This winter
the snowflakes
are still flying freely in the sky
but there is just one more
dark red of spring
the murmurings of winter
have engraved a medal for
the spring
and the dove of peace
also sends a letter of peace
to the earth
spring. Peaceful letters
Seeds of spring
Rooted in the warmth of their mother's embrace
Sprouting
Amidst the snow and ice
Waiting quietly
For the spring to blossom
Spring
Comes slowly towards us
The silver serpent that has been hibernating for the winter
Curled up in
Mother's beloved heart
Snowflakes decorate the hall of dreams for them
The dying winter
Carved
A medal of continuity
My heart has been buried with the winter
Into the
frosty soil.
Winter has sent a message for spring
Spring
In the depths of winter
The spring sun breaks through the cold
And before I know it, it's already March
The spring breezes are gentle, and the rains are moist
On the tops of the mountains, among the mountain passes
Peach blossoms and pear blossoms
Are all in bloom.
All of them are in bloom in clusters and clusters
Pink and snow-white intertwine
Chartreuse and white shadow each other
Green grass in the field like a carpet
Wildflowers are in full bloom in all the mountains and hills
The whole land is in
Patch of spring colorful
Peach blossom in the face and in the mood
It is extremely joyous for the literati and the artists to see the peach blossom.
No chance to go beyond the spring colors
The spring breeze chases the sunlight
The whole world is green
Peach blossom has never The peach blossoms have never laughed at the colorful sunshine
The blue water reflects the beauty of the mountains
The streams in the mountain streams are reflected in the blue waves of the river
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing with limp feet
The whole land is in a state of
A bright and colorful and gorgeous springtime
"I love it"
In the springtime
The spring is a time of great happiness and joy
The springtime is a time of great happiness and joy.
That lush green.
The wind in front of my eyes,
carries a little warmth.
Like a young girl,
I pulled you
to walk in the new willow embankment.
The murmuring of words,
recalled many childhood memories.
I love
Spring,
the love of the sheep.
The misty rain,
is still a little cool.
Like a young boy,
into the arms of his mother.
Feel her warmth,
Listen to the breath of the grass.
The moist air,
is full of infinite vitality.
Although it is already winter,
Miles of snow,
Thousands of miles of ice.
But the spring,
is in my heart.
I have a date with spring
I have a date with spring
If it wasn't for the thunder that reminds me of the insects
I would have forgotten
I have a date with spring
It's a date that I made when I was a teenager
It's too long to be a season of rain
It's too long for the people to be right and wrong
It's too long for the people to be right and wrong.
The world is too busy with right and wrong
Is spring as forgetful?
The clouds accept the invitation of the distant sky
The kite flies out of the apartment
The azalea burns the mountains red
Who is calling from the other side of the years?
I remembered the partridge's advice:
Spring is still waiting in the frost and snow
I'm leaving my boss and
the city I used to live in
with a pile of yellowed paper
a few unread books
and half a life of honor, disgrace, sorrow, and joy
and I'm leaving. ...
The dragonflies come to the road to welcome ...
A hare crouches on the grassy path and listens to the sound of late footsteps ...
The shore of the lake is warmed by the east wind...
The sunlight greens the birch forests...
Storks, impatiently waiting for the sun, are leaving the cloudy mountains...
The sun is shining in the forests of birches...
The storks are waiting for the sun, and are leaving the cloudy mountains...
The reflection of the cloudy mountains
I remembered that I had an appointment with spring
The scenery that I had booked when I was a boy
The good flowers were just half bloomed
The grasses and trees were sprouting on the road ahead
All the matters of the heart were clearing up
Wait for me, spring
The sun is warming the birch forest
The sun is warming the birch forest
The storks are impatient to wait for their turn.
Standing at the intersection of spring
Standing at the intersection of cold wind
Waiting for spring
The snow continues to drift and dye
Spreading out
The intersection of the way to spring
Continue to walk
Climbing over the twelve o'clock hillock
Taking a cycle of time
Measuring the length of the seasons, as winter turns to spring
Sandwiched in between
Just one snowfall
Falls in winter and melts away in spring
Maybe I'm at the window of winter
Watching from afar the sunshine of spring
Feeling the winter's warmth and the spring's cold
In whichever direction the wind is blowing
I
No harm done
I'm already at the end of the spring lane
Sacrifice
Using a fallen leaf as a letterhead
I'll send you a memory from three years ago
And then
you'll be by the winter fireplace
Reading
burning
I'll use a drop of water from winter to send a letter to you.
to send the state of my heart
when it touches the eaves
to freeze into a ling
to melt in another season of warmth
to continue what should have been before
to dig a mound in my heart
to bury the ashes of the leaves
in the season of memories
The Spring of Poetry
A green patch grows on a bald hill
Tears used to irrigate the fertile land
Those poignant songs have been laid to rest in the winter
What reason is there for me to cry for you again
The breeze wakes up the joyful face of a child
The breeze wakes up the joyful face of a child
The breeze wakes up the joyful face of a child
The wind wakes up the joyous face of a child
The breeze wakes up the joyous face of a child
The sky that the colorful clouds, drawing a gorgeous arc
The ground, the field lying green runway
The prairie horses, sheep leisurely in the blue sky
Wave the brush and sing it!
The ancient land under the sun
- in this season of fragrance, a poem that never fails
Springtime
Mangy winds of the earth
blowing the green fields
The footsteps of spring, light
The swallows, the swallows, the swallows, the swallows, the swallows.
Swallows from the south
Landed under the eaves of the people in the north
In their warm nests, they chirped and chirped
Flowers and wildflowers bloomed
The willows spread their branches and leaves
Tender buds dotted the ground little by little
That was the brush of spring
Depicting the wonderful world
Look at the sparrows flying around
Singing a happy song in the sky
"Sentimental Spring"
Early February has come to an end in a hurry
How many words and phrases in praise of spring have been written
The cold wind is still stinging in the spring cold
I've decided to leave you in pursuit of my dream.
I'm chasing spring and you're waiting for me to come back to you
I'm in a hurry and I'm wasting my time
A round of fire red makes the old crows look like old trees
When I look back at twilight, you're still at the end of the lights
The night is dark and dark and it outlines who is lonely and helpless
I'm failing you for the sake of my dream
How many hardships have I suffered in the rain and the wind?
I finally realized that the spring I was looking for was my happiness
I'm not bitter if you're with me in every meal
I'm satisfied if you're with me in every stitch
I'm satisfied if you're with me in every garment
I'm satisfied if you're with me in every memory
When you're dozing off beside me in the grey hairs
I'm counting the lines on your forehead
I'm counting the lines on your forehead
I'm not happy if you're not with me in every meal
I'm happy if I'm not with you in the grey hairs.
The spring I'm looking for is simple happiness