Modern poetry with spring color 1 It is spring when reading poetry.
In the evening, I just washed away the dusty spring sunshine in the north.
Like a restless cat and dog.
Search the web for Jiangnan in your heart)
It was not until I heard a sigh that I remembered Jiangnan.
Then I thought of Su Xiaoxiao, my cousin and Yu Guangzhong's homesickness in Jiangnan.
Spring comes to mind when picking ling and lotus in Tang poetry.
See the blade of grass in the rubble?
Think about wine and sweet clover.
I really thought about the necessity of writing clumsy words.
Is there a woodpile under the fig tree?
Does this flower open death at the window?
Do teenagers go to the seaside to inherit the sea?
Can the deep valley of illusion in catnap have the echo of silent sound?
Solar energy can't climb over the square and walk into rusty copper plates.
Flies may really know the motherland.
It buzzes in winter.
Girls on the roadside rarely settle in the bodies of passers-by.
Can the lost scenery have the loyalty of home?
Who is qualified to love and hate?
Is there fear, pity, disgust or favor at both ends of the phone?
What shape will the earthworm wedge arch into?
Can you stop the speeding person behind the car?
It seems impossible to decide
Who will watch a woman walk by?
It is even more impossible to take care of the dogs in the world.
Even if the stormy spring really straightens.
Even if the yellow button-like island is buckled in a warm pocket.
Not all exiles are sighing.
Mud can flourish.
Birds always pass through the window of death.
The sea can't blossom and fall.
Jiangnan has waited.
I saw the tender leaves of flowers in ruins for the first time.
Then I saw the gravel in the grass.
I have never been to Jiangnan, let alone Suzhou and Hangzhou.
I don't know my cousin who cares about Jiangnan Hudi.
Is there a flower that belongs to me?
Bathed in the dusty spring in the north.
Suddenly think of spring.
Think of Jiangnan in spring
Thinking of spring in Jiangnan, there are a group of people.
Sigh and sing with the spring breeze
Modern Poetry with Spring Color 2 Spring in Campus
The wind blows
Those pruned osmanthus trees have sprouted new buds.
A group of naughty children
Habitually beat the table tennis table with chopsticks.
Like a sweet pipa played by an adult.
An old grandmother who sends her grandchildren to school.
I seem to have dressed up at home.
They leaned on crutches against the school gate that had been tanned by the morning sun.
The warmer you are, the warmer your heart will be.
Occasionally, they will look up at the flying national flag with muddy eyes.
A female teacher wearing a purple scarf or a red scarf
Smile with the blooming buds of winter jasmine.
They don't care about the sparrows chirping overhead.
I just want to talk with my hair and the warm morning breeze.
Sisters' faces are filled with intoxicating smiles for a long time.
Some male teachers
It's too late to shave off the beard under the face and cheeks.
Such as Li Kui jy, Zhang Fei and Tengger singer singers.
Playing basketball with children on the court.
Their laughter shocked Dongxiang and gathered into a stirring Haruka.
I stared at the mountains not far away.
Want to know whether the scenery of Chongyang Pavilion is still the same?
Going back to Miaojiang, the old willow is still swaying?
I miss the years when I used to wear a red scarf. Is it water under the bridge?
At this time, the bell for class rings with the loud morning bell.
Modern poetry with spring color 3 The wind blows and it is spring again.
One is like spring
One is like winter
Winter goes and spring comes, and we will be together forever.
Spring, your lively and warm story
Hope, warmth and intimacy are the same.
In winter, I listen to eternity implicitly.
Sincerity, trust and dependence are all the same.
Occupy the fate of half of life.
Will continue in our tacit understanding and agreement.
Then the Potala Palace in Tibet is in front of us.
Waiting for half white and half green jade to make a pilgrimage.
Integrate us into one.
Nothing has changed, and I still stand by you.
The expression may still be cold, you know this is not my true colors.
Never change anything, you still pour out everything.
Words and actions are still lively, and I know this is my trust.
Spring warms winter and makes everything glow.
Nothing can change it.
Winter calls for spring, so that everything on her can find support.
Nothing can change it.
Unlike little lovers or ordinary friends, I care too much.
Being needed by the other party is the greatest fit.
For you, a thousand times
This is Hassan's oath to Amir.
It is also our tacit understanding.
A modern poem with spring color 4 "Snowflakes are flying, I pray for spring"
Qiushi garden
The falling snow falls before my eyes;
The sky is white, covering the whole world.
You're telling a sad story,
Li Sao in autumn and romance in winter.
The rustling wind,
Diffuse at the fingertips of the strings,
Vocal music flows at the fingertips of the strings,
Ups and downs, changes
The strings are quietly tied to my writing paper,
Play the charm of winter, bleak and biting majesty?
Send a message that spring is coming and the wind is blowing gently.
Bright spring is in my heart.
Ruthless years are quietly changing,
Vicissitudes have destroyed the appearance of middle age,
I cry for spring in the cold wind.
Since then, my heart is no longer confused.
With the music you play,
The surge of emotion,
My soul is with your melody.
The waves are rippling.
My eyes are shining.
The light of hope,
I'm in the snow,
Looking forward to the charming spring.
Since then, day and night,
Try to smile in time,
I'm waiting, year after year,
Time stepped on my shoulder.
Let the seasons change relentlessly.
The flowers in spring are still in full bloom,
Will my soul and shadow return to spring?
Let the soul pray in the cold wind,
Pray that I will meet spring again,
Spring with my burning heart.
Modern Poetry with Spring Color —— Five Stories of Spring
When spring has not really arrived.
Qingxi of memory
The petals are bright pink.
Then drive me to that place.
Taoyuan Holy Land Surrounded by Shadow Wall
I can't forget it.
That spring night last year
Unexpected happiness
because
An anecdote about Yaoxiang has long made people excited.
A "cultural journey" is even more inspiring.
A wonderful voice has been echoing in bones and blood vessels.
Light up my eyes looking for spring
Worship-
The magical land—
Yiqi Mountain-
The hometown of Yao Di, the ancestor of mankind.
Even the 10,000-acre peach garden under the mountain
I can't put on makeup.
The temporary sentence "might as well go and have a look first"
Our car entered the picture of spring.
Never seen such a green willow.
Fresh, moist and spotless.
Swing in the breeze
Shine in the afterglow
At the foot of the sunny mountain
A tree full of peach blossoms
Without saying hello
It was quietly opened in advance.
Can be like a haze.
In the twilight
I climbed the stone steps of Yaoshan eagerly and easily.
The cool mountain breeze is passing.
Yao Di loves the country and people, appointing people on their merits, being hard-working and plain living.
You are everywhere in this mountain.
The footprint of serving the people wholeheartedly
This empty valley and quiet sky reverberate with you.
A wise and decisive voice
In this mountain
Do you still live in the dome house where you were emperor?
On the top of that mountain.
Have many ancient temples built in memory of you been restored?
Who is the hateful person?
Destroyed such a huge ancient building complex
who is it?
Destroyed the bell tower and drum tower that stood for thousands of years, and
Vivid statues of Yaom, Yao Di and Prince Danzhu.
Who is it again?
Stealing and destroying the original stone tablet in Wu Daozi.
sinner
The sinner of history
In the twilight
I just climbed halfway up the mountain.
Stand quietly in front of the newly renovated temple.
The ear is ringing again.
Bells that have been melodious for thousands of years.
Emerge before my eyes
That cigarette that lingers for thousands of years.
And the grand sacrificial scene with the surging crowds.
A generation of sages
You will live in the hearts of the people forever.
Future generations admire you and call you.
Call for your return
done
This night has infinite spring, ups and downs of emotions and countless suspense.
Like a green seed buried in my heart.
Take root, sprout and grow sturdily
The Holy Land of Yiqi in the Dream
Sue, there was no one like her, and there are poems to prove it.
Now it has dried up.
Think more.
Borrow a sweet source from heaven.
Make you still green and clear.
Modern poetry with spring color 6 spring outing
When I read the inscription, Feng
Blowing from that road
Vilen is green outside the window, and there is no one in the distance.
There is running water.
Refresher than my epigraph.
A small order made me read it again and again.
Looking at the sky, I sorted out old books.
Yuan Ye waved and went out.
Look at some stars.
A meteor flashed in the northeast.
Fate is decided by nature, which may be a good sign.
This is probably the exchange between heaven and earth.
Jade box, I have the photo album.
Write down the meteor.
Put the spring dusk in the photo album
Spring, spring.
How much like me in spring, I can breathe easily.
Clumsy movements, slow steps
My heart lit up, my face tilted and I turned around.
Tears flowed on Ren Rui, and a faint mist overflowed from his eyelids.
Eyelashes are like thick tassels
Keep your head down.
Apricot blossoms wither, peach blossoms bloom, and then begonia.
The bee's puff was stained with rouge.
Draw your cheeks deep layer by layer.
Bud bud, green silk tapestry, and olive branch gather in the distant mountain.
But refused to move easily.
Over the years, she has become more and more reserved.
The south wind urges again and again.
Rumor has it that the virtual love between Huayang and catkin.
Flying all over the sky. Open the noisy theater of the world
When it boils, spring is old.
Like a dose of soup.
Fry slowly on low heat. When drugs induce seizures,
Beauty is fading away. Shake off the petals layer by layer and whitewash them.
Honey gathers on the tip of the tongue, and poison pits are in the roots.
Before, let go of your inner pain.
Modern Poetry with Spring Color 7 Travel in Spring
Huge earth wind
Blowing through the green fields
That is the footsteps of spring, light.
Swallows fly from the south.
Fall under the eaves of northerners
In that warm nest, there is a constant chatter.
Flowers, wild flowers are in full bloom.
The willow is spreading its branches and leaves.
Little by little, the bud is in place.
That's a spring pen.
Describe this beautiful world
Look, sparrows are flying around.
Singing cheerful songs in the sky
Modern Poetry with Spring Colors 8 Spring
In the dead of winter
The spring sunshine penetrated the cold.
It's March 1st in Fang Fei.
The spring breeze is blowing gently, and the drizzle is slightly wet.
Between the top of the mountain and the mountain.
Yi Shu Shu Tao Hua Li Hua
It's all clustered.
Pink and white are intertwined.
Xia Guang and white complement each other.
The green grass is like a blanket in the field.
Wild flowers are everywhere.
The whole earth presents
Pieces of spring scenery are towering.
Peach blossoms are also in love.
The extremely cheerful literati missed the opportunity.
Stop outside the spring.
Beautiful spring scenery is everywhere here.
Even poets feel that words are poor.
Although I have all kinds of feelings, I can't
Walk between the lines
Looking back, I saw the grass growing.
Spring breeze chases sunshine.
Embroidered green the whole world.
Peach blossoms never snicker at rosy clouds.
The clear water reflects the beauty of this mountain.
In the mountain stream, the water is bright and blue.
The shadow of the butterfly dances among the flowers.
The whole earth presents a faction.
Bright spring.
Modern Poetry with Spring Color 9 Author: Zhang Pinglu
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Dating on the hillside in the suburbs in spring
Bees gather honey in flower buds.
The stream flows among the flowers.
The spring breeze is continuous-
A white pear tree
The spring sun is full of happiness-
Red peach blossom
In the field
Wild rape flowers are in full bloom.
One by one, one by one.
Hold your head high in the spring breeze.
When Yingying waved,
It will show its charm.
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Accompanied by dazzling sunshine
The spring breeze is continuous-
Wenxingxi river
Dye green mountains and rivers
In the sky
Beautiful clouds.
Little by little.
Sow hope in the spring breeze
When the seeds germinate
It will become colorful.
In spring, I will wait for you to come back.
Humming a soft and carefree tune
The spring breeze is continuous-
The grass is high and the nightingale is in the air.
The wind is blowing flowers.
And the corners of your mouth
Open a shallow smile
When my heart is attached
There are layers of ripples
Shallow through the heart
Embrace a piece of spring in my heart.
The modern poem 10 with spring colors is written for spring.
Author: silence
The last snow
Look out the window at the top of the tree.
Fog on the branches
Quietly dripping into the beauty of spring
Arch out the tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
Strong vitality
Calling for beautiful mountains and rivers with flowers and butterflies flying.
Aromatic moist soil
Take off your heavy winter coat.
Welcome every explorer to come.
A warm breeze
Like a clever swallow
With the message of spring.
Fly over mountains and rivers, Yuan Ye, skyscrapers and island villages.
Delicate and bright sunshine
Disperse the world
Like a warm hand
Gently touch every inch of the earth's skin.
Girls in spring gather in the distance.
Take a leisurely stroll by the river.
Fresh and soft air
Wrapped in the fragrance that moistens the soil
The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze.
Free to plunge into the spring world.
Run to the hometown of spring.
sound of rain
Like a lyre.
Under the touch of the spring breeze
Ding Ding Dong Dong, elegant and floating.
The shadow of the tree, the forest of dreams.
Full of the fragrance of flower season
The freshness of rain is the sunshine of the soul.
Lead me into a colorful mystery
The giant hand of spring
Magic brush
Draw some colorful colors at will.
Set up a gorgeous gallery for the three mountains and five mountains
oh
Green in the north and green in the south.
Fields and mountains are dyed red in spring.
Sacred temple
The string of a river
Set aside smooth movements
The drums of the mountains
Play a cheerful symphony
Swallows whisper brightly.
Magpie announced the overture.
Let the long-lost mood fly
Wave goodbye to the winter last night.
Put wings on the hibernating heart
Dating with spring
Rub your sleepy eyes.
Tap on the door
Close to warm current
With the fragrance of my heart.
open one's heart (to)
Jump in the warm sunshine
Set foot on a high hillside
Cross the gurgling stream
Lift one leg and tie a red ribbon.
Staring at the spore, it contains sweet foam.
Purple dreams, talkative eyes
Spiritual crossing
Indulge in this fragrant air!
Modern poems with spring colors 1 1 Spring is coming.
Rape flower. One piece after another is golden.
Peach blossoms are more and more delicate and charming.
The wind in my hometown is chattering again
On the way home, I went back and forth, bee.
Love songs all the way
Crazy, accompany me to the village entrance.
Knock on the antique old house
Rosewood door. My little white dog changed its normal state.
My teeth are clenched and I'm in a mess
The mother recognized her son's voice and forced a smile.
The crutches in your hand are flying in the air.
"This little white dog has peach blossom crazy again ..."
Mother was talking and laughing.
Call me a warm nickname.
As if I were the real spring.
Modern Poetry with Spring Color 12 Steps of Spring
Author: motorcycle ranger
The footsteps of spring
gently
Walking gently towards you
Like a breeze in my heart.
In the pan
A year's wish
The footsteps of spring
It was the river that took off its frozen coat.
I want to wake up.
Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river
Afraid again
The proverbs of spring thunder.
Humidity and breathing
sunlight
The footsteps of spring
This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.
Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.
Chunfeng wants a banquet.
Tinkling green and fluttering purple
Afraid again
Offended the sleeping soil.
That little tenderness.
light yellow
The footsteps of spring
It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.
Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.
Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.
Wipe a face of sunset
Afraid again
Carrying warm days
look around
Modern Poetry with Spring Color 13 The Voice of Spring
Author: Haifeng
Winter is not far away.
blowing snow
be in utter confusion
Haze is still shrouded in darkness.
However, you finally came.
Listen, in the distance, your footsteps have already sounded.
Smell, the fresh breath of your life, fluttering.
Your dreams shine on the new buds on the branches.
Snow melts into rain and fog dissipates and condenses.
For you, for your arrival, sprinkle welcome holy water.
You, the spirit of spring
As far as the spring flowers are not in full bloom.
Golden feathers dance like a breeze in the sun.
You are innocent.
Full of tenderness of water and clean snow.
A hint of coolness and warmth of sunshine is blowing.
You spin and float among the branches.
Weave the prospect of spring for the forest
Fly along your dream, and it will grow.
Brilliant images of green leaves, buds and spring flowers
The ice floes are melting and the river is gurgling.
What Ling Bo did was you and your singing skills.
The residual snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy shadow.
In the vast mountains, warmth rises.
All the birds sing and break through the cold.
The sonorous passion echoed and the sound of spring rippled.
Wave after wave of birds, whispering softly.
The tranquility and softness of early spring call for the dream of spring.
In just a few days, winter is cold and spring is warm.
The sun is shining and the blue sky becomes bluer.
Those buds and buds that germinate in winter spread out.
Listen, listen, spring is coming.
Those flower spirits and grass spirits.
We have set out from the virtual temple in the forest.
Run to the annual fairy-like event.
Colorful Spring Celebrations of Life
Modern Poetry with Spring Colors 14 Spring has come.
Author: laughing crazy
Spring is coming
Miss Feng is holding a comb.
gently
Comb Sister Liu Shu's hair.
Spring is coming.
Grass woke up from Dong's mother's arms.
stretching
A delicate body
Spring is coming
Flowers are scrambling to open.
smile
Bloom a beautiful and charming smile
Spring is coming
Swallows fly back to their homes from other places.
busy
Pick up mud and grass to build a home
Spring is coming.
People take off heavy cotton-padded clothes.
happily
Swimming in the charming scenery of spring
Modern Poetry with Spring Colors 15 Blooming Spring
Author: Yi Chi Qing Hui
The wind is winding outside the window.
Cold condensation
Silence is the only picture in the frozen world.
Snow, one piece at a time, one piece at a time.
Fly away from my door
Gorgeous as fireworks
Gently push away the time like leaves.
You can see the strict lines.
Autumn has drifted away on the road.
There are only faint clouds left on the high blue screen.
And the loneliness that the wind can't blow away.
Guard a few plum trees
Plant the lonely mood of the four seasons
A snowy day
Flowers bloom in May.
Flowers as red as fire and as thick as blood
How warm and high-spirited the life above is.
Is spring coming?
Spring is coming
Every time I talk to it,
Always tell me that.
Larks have been singing in the mountains.
The groundhog is exploring underground.
Ants, crickets, butterflies ...
They will push open the door of winter together.
Welcome the bright and fragrant spring with blooming flowers.
Those dormant lives
Those lives that exist quietly in darkness, cold, loneliness and pain.
They never lack light and are never afraid of the cold.
Never give up hope and never miss every spring.
No matter how much warmth and nostalgia the past has taken away.
How much pain and sorrow left behind
Please join this plum tree.
Bravely embark on the journey of spring.
Leave a beautiful and firm back for the world?