Poetry describing spring

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

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With 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 Spring3

The 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 7

Cloud 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.

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The 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 10

Window 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

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I 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



Waiting for a beam of



Preferably a beam of



Of long-lost sunlight

Running through

And then to embrace

Poetry of Spring 12
A silky rain falls to the earth

Through the light that is a little transparent

It is the light of the sun.

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