In the ordinary daily life, many people have been exposed to some of the more classic poetry, right? The content of poetry is the most concentrated reflection of social life. Do you know what kind of poetry can be considered good poetry? The following is my collection of poems describing spring, I hope it will help you.
In the sound of blossoming flowers
Speaking of the story of that spring
In April of that year, a lot of people were interspersed with flowers to enjoy the flowers
You in a red dress
In the gesture of the blossoming of flowers, looking out to the spring
With a face of innocence, translucent
Not pursuing glory and riches, but only seeking a
I just want someone who can
hold my fingers together and wave and smile with every tomorrow
When you drink a cup of blue sky to wash your face, you
reach out and touch the smiling clouds
There is also an eagle that is using its wings
to wipe the sky over and over again
to flick the sentimental gaze and make
love dance in the sky and earth, and love jumps on the fingertips. Dance, love jumps at your fingertips
Nearby, the river is bright with silver
fish, which swim quickly from time to time
to make you harbor a tiny bolt of lightning in the spring
Far away, there is a close friend of yours in the Peach Blossom Garden
Twisting a smile, with peach blossom at the corner of his mouth
A peach blossom tree, a tree of poems
Touching a delicate ray of your soul, you can see that the peach blossoms in your heart and mind.
I remember the path we walked together
You were as warm as the sun and smiled like a peach blossom
I know that it's not easy to meet in life
I also know that if you know each other, you have to cherish the time
The fate of the world doesn't end at the first meeting
I am grateful for the
There is a kind of love that can walk with the time, with the dream
It can expel the coldness in the red dust, and warm their own hearts
When you parted, your look back
A drop of tears red, scalded half of the sky
There is no need to be so painful, there
The heart of the world is not the same as the heart of the world. p>
The thoughts of the heart are hidden in the fingertips
Do you know?
The heart does not lie in the distance, but in the connection
There is a touch of love, it can warm the people walking
Also remember, in the dust are to
In the world to walk out of their own flower a world
In the cool in the enlightenment, realize their own a leaf a paradise
And also to embrace a romantic heart of spring
The heart is to embrace a romantic heart of spring
Together we embrace the spring, nurturing a new hope
Set sail in pursuit of a dream that glows
Poetry describing spring2With what kind of heart should I welcome the spring
Willow branches have just spit out their yellowish buds
The long-dormant clouds nurture the spring thunderbolts
The pastoral flute on the back of the oxen can't wait to sound
A branch of red apricots escapes the winter castle without a sound
The garden is filled with spring colors
Mulan blossoms take over the branches overnight
The residual snow has no place to hide
Butterflies are very excited and busy
Dufu is very leisurely
Twisting his beard and pacing around, he softly chants
Staying in love with butterflies
The butterfly is very excited and busy
Du Fu is very leisurely
Twisting his beard, he paces around and softly chants
The butterfly is very busy
Du Fu is very busy
The butterflies are excited and busy
Dancing all the time
What kind of heart should I have to welcome the spring
Who said that the cold and idle feelings
Have been thrown away for a long time
The wind has picked up
The spring has jumped up on my brow and my heart
Swallows
Two swallows that seem to have known each other before
Trekking over the mountains and water
Carrying a thousand miles of murmurings > The bird's name is a thousand miles away
The warbler's cries follow
The duckling that first knew the warmth of the spring river
Quacked and quacked
The clamor of spring is rising and falling
What kind of heart should I have to welcome the spring season
When I dipped my brush in ink and ink
From the poetic mood to the pictorial
I traced the spring's every inch of my face.
Peach blossoms
Apricot blossoms
Pear blossoms
Unknown wildflowers
At the same time
Beautiful flowers
Beautiful desires are bustling
A glimpse of the setting sun
Hurriedly slipped by
The mottled old wall
Alas, I did not think of it. p>
Alas, without realizing it
my floating life
I don't know who
stole half ou time
Poetry Describing Spring3The author of Youyuan Buwu (The Garden is Not Worth It) was Ye Shaoweng, a writer in the Song Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:
I should pity the clogs that print the moss, and I do not open the wood door for a long time.
The garden is full of spring colors, and a branch of red apricots comes out of the wall.
Translation
The poet wanted to go to his friend's garden to enjoy the spring colors, but after knocking for half a day, no one came to open the door. The master was probably not at home. Perhaps he was afraid that the visitors would trample on the moss on the ground and purposely did not open the door. But a wooden door, although closed to the tourists, but can not close the garden full of spring color, a red apricot blossom, has long poked out of the wall. It expresses the author's love for spring.
Grass knows the direction of the wind
Spread along the wind
Let the tender green leaves
Temporarily cover up the toughness of the heart
Flowers know the direction of the sun
Peach blossom, plum blossom, rapeseed blossom
Each one of them has its own yearning
Not only for me to bloom
The farmer knows the direction of the equinox
The farmer knows the direction of the spring, but he also knows the direction of the sun. p> The farmer knows the direction of the equinox
Just like a well-trodden path
The sweet pota seed knows the direction of development
And forgets the temporary pain
The wheat seedling knows the direction of the node
Just like I know the direction of a stone
Waiting for Spring
--Author: Li Ai Yi
The dry willow branches, shrinking their vitality
Leaving only a layer of withered skin
Coping with, the torture of the cold winter
Even if there is sunshine fluttering around
Never understanding the temptation
Even if there are fragrant plum flowers Never climb
I have my own season
Silent, waiting
I don't know whether I'm remembering spring
Or longing for it
Spring in memory
Has traveled two seasons far
Spring in longing
Has wandered to the doorstep
Memory. Waiting, waiting
The moment when the spring thunder resounds
Waiting, when the spring rain has drenched the branches
Before the vibrant greenery flows
Letting all the vibrancy, the longing unfold
The years are carved on the torso, and in the chilly winds it stands as a longing
Watching the days fly by
Waiting in thought, waiting for spring
Waiting, waiting for the spring With her warm spring winds, spring calls out to people that green is coming.
Grass drilled out of the earth flowers budding, to that beautiful Weifang painted a colorful stroke for the spring to add vitality.
Children flying kites, flying a heart full of hope, they sowed a seed in the land.
Looking forward, looking forward, finally, that seed sprouted and blossomed into a beautiful and gorgeous flower.
And there blossomed the most beautiful flower of spring, the flower of hope, the flower of life.
Look, this is the beautiful spring, this is the colorful spring, let us plant a seed now.
Let it blossom into a flower of hope, the most beautiful flower of this spring, a flower of hope of your own!
Poetry about Spring 7Cloud Shadows
By [American] Frost
Light Wind found my open book,
flipping through the pages and searching in the east and west,
trying to find the poem that wrote about spring
I told her, " No such thing!"
Who can write a poem about 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.
Poetry about Spring 8The peach blossom garden is green with blue 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 green innocence, reflecting the heart of the earth;
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 the fairy,
With the camera click,
I put you into the frame, the beautiful eternity.
A poem about spring9
The last of the convergence of the feather season
After experiencing the fullness of life
Hiding in the deep spring twilight
Under the wings of the day
A feather of peacefully floating serenade
And then perched on the wind
Gently licked and sailing in the
Seasonal sea sails
Who
after gaining love
has fallen out of favor again under the roof of love
turns his back and prays
for the once romantic passion
quietly moistening a tear
swims in the spring
in the field of cloudy space
to see the fading light
in the cloudy sky. In the grinding of the clouds
Bathing in the sea
The sea and the sky
That blaze of beautiful feathers
Can't cross the smoke-locked journey
With no words of promise
Raising the pious streamers
To the faraway land
Who
Hunts for the springtime feathers
But can't find them? Soaring in the sky
Collecting feathers on the branches of feelings
Poetry about spring 10Window flowers
Only the memory of winter remains
The snow and ice
Just don't want to leave
Saying "so sadly" to each other
Turning into teardrops
The earth's fraternity
Embraces all that is dying and sprouting
The yellowing of autumn leaves
The tender green of spring buds
Warm sunlight shines on the earth
Big trees and small grasses
All fall out of smiles
The tip of my nose
Sticks to the tip of a window lingering flower
Leaves behind so many green stories
Poems describing the spring season11I thought
On a spring afternoon
Perhaps there are many things to be bored with
Leaning alone on the window sill
Watching the clouds roll in and out of the distant sky
Crowded downstairs
There are hurrying pedestrians coming and going
Each of them has a serious expression
Witnessing others
Going alone
One side of the sky is clear
A lyrical dove is in the sky
A lyrical dove is in the sky
A lyrical dove is in the air.
A lyrical dove with beautiful plumage
Birdsong
Glides with impunity between
Kite and breeze
A shadow cast under the canopy
A shadow of strength
Moving
Choosing to scratch only irregularly
Streaks of thought
Hitching up a dove
With feathers open to a path that leads to a place where the dove can be seen
I squinted and searched for the sun
but it was nowhere to be seen
Walking in this springtime drizzle
My heart danced drunkenly in the rain
with my infinite joy
The rain fell on the tips of my lashes
and giggled across my cheeks
Ice cold.
But there was no chill
The raindrops were small and fine
The hair was covered in fuzzy dots
The grass on the riverbank
showed off its youthful yellowish green color
The river was flooded with shallow spring tides
Swallows circled in the rainy mist on the surface of the river
The eastward-flowing spring water.
Can you take me to the paradise of my dreams with this spring water
Poetry about spring 13
What is spring?
Spring is the season when flowers bloom and willows sprout.
What is spring?
Spring is the place where the spring girls frolic and play.
What is spring?
Spring is the time for farmers to plant seeds.
What is spring?
Spring is the time when the birds from the south fly back.
What is spring?
Spring is the place where the spring rains sing and perform.
What is spring?
Spring is the beginning of making the world beautiful and warm again.
Poetry about spring 14
No, today is the beginning of spring
Winter has left and spring has come
Early in the morning, the warm sun rises smilingly from the east
Pouring ten thousand rays of light softly onto the earth
I seem to see
The earth awakening from its slumber
The tender grass is also beginning to brew beautifully. Forgetting
The unoccupied courtyard on a spring night
The gentle wind sings in my dreams
Listening to the footsteps of someone who has gone far away
Someone who has returned to his hometown
If there is a piece of moonlight on my pillow
I can't sleep well tonight
Because there is still a shadow of her in my heart
Dancing in my mind, I can't sleep at all.
Dancing in my lonely eyes
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds are drifting towards the sunset
Every time I embrace the darkness of the night
The stars are twinkling in the distance
I want to shed a few tears under the lamp
But I'm afraid that they'll reflect the brokenness of yesterday
I leave the warmth of my soft bed
Without knowing who's waiting for spring. I don't know who spring is waiting for
You're under the bright window
Thinking of spring's love
Thinking of autumn's frost
Thinking of all the sweet scents of flowers
I'm already on my way to waking up
Secretly crying
Secretly laughing
Slowly forgetting my own heart
Forgetting it to Spring
Forgotten to the candlelight of longing
Or the hope of loneliness
Second, written to the spring
The last snowfall
With the tops of the trees outside the window looking distantly
Mist spewing from the branches
Silently dripping into the splendor of the spring
Arched out of the frozen earth
Knocking on the door of the big one
A great life force
Calling out the beautiful mountains full of flowers and butterflies
Fragrant and moist soil
Lifting up the heavy winter clothes
Greeting the visit of every explorer
Warm and genial winds
Like a nimble swallow
With the message of spring, it is the first time that we will see the world. p> Carrying the message of spring
Flying over the mountains, fields, skyscrapers and islands
Delicate and bright sunshine
Throwing the earth
Like a warm giant hand
Gently caressing every inch of the big skin
Clustered in the faraway spring girl
Wandering around the riverside
The air is fresh and soft
wrapped in the fragrance of the moist earth
The warmth of the sun and the comfort of the breeze
Throwing themselves into the world of spring
Running towards the homeland of spring
The pattering of the rain
is like a six-stringed zither
Tinkled by the breeze of spring, it elegantly floats
The shadows of the dappled trees, the dreaming of the trees, and the dreaming of the trees, are all in a state of bliss. The dappled shadows of the trees, the forest of dreams
Full of the fragrance of the flowering season
The freshness of the rain, the sunshine of the heart
Leads me into the colorful mystery
Spring's gigantic hand
A magical brush
Paint the colorful colors as much as you want
Build a colorful gallery for the three mountains and the five mountain ranges
Oh!
The verdure of the north and the green of the south
have dyed the fields and mountains in the colors of spring
A sacred temple
The strings of the rivers
have plucked out the smooth music
The drums of the mountains
have played a joyful symphony
The swallows have murmured the bright colors
And magpies have announced the overture
Let the long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time, long time.
Let the long-lost mood take flight
Wave goodbye to last night's cold
Give wings to the hibernating heart
Go on a date with spring
Rubbing sleepy eyes
Knocking on the door
Approaching the door is a warm flow
Holding a strong fragrance
Push open the door of the heart
Jumping under the warm sunlight. The warm sunshine jumps
Up the high hill
Over the babbling brook
Raise a leg and tie it with a red ribbon
Stare at the buds, with sweet foam
Purple dreams, with eyes that love to talk
The mind crosses over
And is intoxicated by the fragrant air!
Three: Waiting for Spring
Spring, I wait for you to come back
Dating spring on the hillside in the countryside
Bees collecting honey in the buds
A brook flowing among the flowers
The spring breeze wisps -
White pear trees
The spring sun is melting -
Red peach blossoms
And in the fields
Rapeseed blossoms in full bloom
One by one, clusters by clusters
Blossomed in the spring breeze
And when beckoned to the moon
Showed their beauty.
And when it beckons, it displays its beauty and flavor
Spring, I'm waiting for you to come back
With radiant sunshine
The spring breezes--
Kissing the rivers and streams
Dyeing the mountains and rivers
And in the sky
The beautiful clouds in the air.
The grass is growing and the warblers are flying
The wind is blowing the flowers
And the corners of your mouth
Blossomed into a shallow smile
When the heart is] attached
That rippled up the layers of ripples
Shallow swept over the heart of the heart
Take a piece of spring to haunt the heart of the heart
Fourth, the spring is coming
The spring is here
The spring is here
The spring is here
The spring is here
The spring is coming. strong>
Just after the winter,
some of the flowers of the rush letters are fighting each other,
to catch up with the spring rally,
because of the fear of being late,
grass, willow, also come to the report in advance,
the annual rally of the spring,
who would like to miss it.
The swallows murmur,
the messenger of the spring girl,
the wilderness puts on a new green dress,
the earth is bathed in the light of spring,
everything is full of vitality.
The branches of the spring flowers are covered with yellow buds.
With the breeze coming gently bobbing their heads. Poetry about spring.
The petunia vines are climbing upward around the rope,
The small green leaves at the top of the vines are still completely unopened,
like a hand trying to catch something.
The spring girl came to the riverbank,
and covered it with a furry green carpet,
and the starry wildflowers,
yellow, pink, snow-white, pale red and purple
opened up amidst the green grass.
A group of birds were chirping,
They were nesting,
and the chirping seemed to say:
Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
V. Drinking Alone in Early Spring
I'm looking at the moon in the window of my chair with a lamp on my head,
and I've got a cup of tea that's fragrant.
I don't know what Daiyu is doing with her flowers,
but I've been watching the Duke of Ye and the Dragon King.
The wind and the rain are beating down on the dream of Nanke,
The morning bell and the evening drum have become frosty.
The wind is blowing, the clouds are free,
Drinking alone, I raised my glass and started to write a poem.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and you're going to be able to get them to fit.
They've got a lot of things going for them
The springtime has become more and more urgent
I haven't been able to collect the thick winter clothes yet
The warmer and warmer sunshine is spreading over the land
The warmer and warmer winds of the springtime have passed through your cheek
I've been strolling along on the familiar paths
Just to look for the warmth of your heart, you can see that it's not just a matter of time, but also of time. I'm looking for your fragrance
You're the messenger of spring
You're the one who dyed the world green
I'm wandering in the park by the river
I'm looking for your face
You're the one whose colorful brush strokes
Make spring even more gorgeous
I'm seeing green again in the willows
And smelling the scent of grass. The scent of grass
Your fragrance
Lingers in my heart
Passers-by stop by your side
Just for your gracious and unique invitation
Seeing the green willow again
Hearing the sound of the birds again
Your elegant dance
Your melodious voice
Brings the best of springtime
The songs of the bees and the birds are the best of springtime
The songs of the bees are the best of springtime
The songs of the bees are the best of springtime
The songs of the bees are the best of springtime
The songs of the bees and the bees are the best of springtime
The bees and butterflies are enchanting
I walk slowly
I just want to keep you
In this colorful season
Remember you forever
Cherish you
Seven, this spring
This spring my heart is in turmoil
One moment I think of certain tombstones
One moment I think of my childhood
My heart is in turmoil this spring
The spring poems have been written by the spring
My dedication is to the spring leaves of grass and the crown of flowers
In this spring
What can I do
Who else can I embrace the spring light and the time together
VIII. Written in Spring
Dead leaves and grasses are still snuggling on the hillside
Before they have time to rot into mud
On the first day of the spring breeze
Grasses are eagerly arching up out of the ground
I stepped on grass leaves and new shoots
The light softness and the greenness are haunting my dreams
The song of the birds is a song of the birds, and it's a song of the birds.
The song of the birds is clear in the valleys
The early flowers of the mountains flatter me
Don't pick the flowers of spring
Life and beauty need to be cared for
Early bloomers aren't necessarily ripe
Just like the paths that have been traveled before
I love the spring more than the harvest of the fall
I don't disdain the heat or the winter
Just like life is a matter of time, I'm not afraid to go to the beach.
Just like life is like a quest
When it's slow, I look forward to it
Four seasons, from spring and summer to autumn and winter
Life has its share of poverty and riches
Whether it's life or love
It's just like this mountain road
It's got its share of bumps and bruises
It has its share of twists and turns
I love the spring, I love the autumn harvest
I don't mind the heat and the cold
I don't mind the heat and the winter
One
You're all clean and bright
My whole life is like a dream
Luckily, there's still a lot of time left
Two
Today, under your gentle gaze
I'm burning the first half of my life and my poems
Tomorrow, will you will give me a new life?
Three
Your smile was never defenseless
You took off your armor and climbed up the wall to plant the white flag
You passed around the city, horses neighing and hearts palpitating
Four
I went to embrace the lake
and found that you refused to talk to me
Not even the fish cared to talk to me
Five
I slept cuddled up to the grass
and I was so happy to see you. Sleeping with the grass
Smell it
What do beautiful dreams smell like
Six
Executioner, lend me a quick knife
I'll cut out my own tongue
Shamelessly, I'll be your scribe
Seven
February is you, and you're the child
You've got a glimpse of springtime
I am the spring mud at your feet
Eight
The end of January is the first half of your life
The middle of February is the second half of your life
My child, I burned the first half of my life, and spent the second half of my life with you
Ten, Spring Light
Walking in the boundless wilderness
The winds of March blow towards
Like a lingering and soothing piece of music
I then lay down quietly
Closing my eyes
Stilled the flow of the years
When the warm and soft sun lifted me up
A great happiness spread out in the bottom of my heart
Every thought was turned into a beam of light
Burning up everything
A drop of frustration
is nothing but a sea
No more regrets after swimming through it
The dust of the past
has been shaken down into countless peaks
Standing as a landscape of the seasons
The time will end up in the infinite sea
Every thought
is so small
Cutting through the concept of space The concept of space
The spring is still there
The heart has stood for eternity
You came from a dream