Spring is a season rich in life, and a beautiful, magical, full of hope. What is the spring scenery under the poets' pen? Next I have collected 8 modern poems about spring, just for your reference, I hope to help you.
Who painted and rendered a huge painting called spring
But the Creator's giant brush is magnificent
The renewal of all the images of the thick spring moisturizing all beings
The casting of a legend full of happiness
Acclaim the vitality of the beauty of the blossoming of life
There is a moving picture of a fresh and timeless
The grass is intoxicated by the east, the east, the west, the east, the north, the west, the west.
The grass is intoxicated in the east wind dance brilliantly
Wake up the peach and plum blossom fragrance assaulted
empty envy of its wild dance of comfort
do not know that last year's winter endured the snow pressure and frost bullying
just to declare the arrival of spring in the last moments of life
snow wildly dance at the expense of the jade perish and body broken
inch by inch of clean white embellishment of the spring flowers of the beautiful
the soul is not a good thing, but the heart is not the same as the soul.
The last life of the soul is to render the flowers beautiful
The legend of the messenger of spring has never been lost
The most beautiful thing about the spring is the spring flowers
When the grasses are hidden, the flowers will be standing in the pavilion
The only thing that makes it possible is to have the jade as the bone and the snow as the muscle
The secret scent that enchants the bees and the butterflies is the dance of the bees and the butterflies
The domination of the spring blooms with the unrepentant miracle of the life. Miracle
I am intoxicated by the spring breeze
Listening to the sound of blossoming flowers
Singing nature's most beautiful divine song
Waiting for the seasons to quietly reincarnate
Writing the miracle of life in silence
Modern Poem of Spring2Who is the one who calls it spring
The winter you explored the beautiful question
Mountain beams The mountain beams are silent
The earth spreads its vast bosom
You have asked the rivers
You have asked the saints
You have gone through so many words
You can't find any satisfactory answer
The grass grows from year to year
The flowers blossom from year to year
There are so many divine sayings
And there are different ones. As much as possible
The hardest and most difficult times
Your bones have been strong for many years:
Labor is the soul of spring
Happiness is the flower of spring
Modern Poetry in Spring 3When I write about February, these purples and reds oh
Like the lyrics of a song with colorful notes
Like the prologue of a book with a
Like the ballet of words in the preface of a book
And like the face of a young girl in her flowery season, with her youthful eyes fluttering
It's springtime, my dear
I've written a heartfelt poem with peach blossoms
Pieces of peach blossoms adorned with the hillsides where you are watching over them
February, my heart, and a smiling purple butterfly
My dear, it's the holiday season without you
I can only use willow branches on the green grass to make the flowers bloom, but I have to use willow branches in the green grass.
I can only use willow branches to draw a reunion on the green grass
I can draw the flourishing green and fragrant flowers
I can draw the warbler's song and dance in the warm sunshine
I can run and dance in your field
In February, you are attached to the softness of that tree
I can roll up the curtain of spring in the train of my dress
I can spread a field of lingering and beautiful flowers and reds to you, my dear
Let me twist and turn my heart and a smiling purple butterfly.
Let me twist the flowers into a poem
To be the most beautiful chapter in your heart
Always dancing in the spring that I met you
Modern Poem of Spring 4The winter has just passed,
Some flowers that are in a hurry to believe in each other are competing with each other,
To catch up with the assembly of the spring,
Because of the fear of being late,
Grasses and willows come to report in advance.
Who would want to miss the annual spring gathering,
as they are afraid of being late.
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, they gently bobbed their heads.
The petunia vines are climbing upward around the rope,
and the small green leaves at the tips of the vines are not yet completely open,
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 here!
With your light dance,
you whisked away the cold of winter.
You have made the wilderness green,
and the glacier happy.
The grass looks up and smiles,
and the flowers are waiting for the day red.
You use that beautiful melody,
sang the clear sky of spring.
To the earth to send warmth,
to the earth to sow love.
It calls out the green of a thousand mountains,
and urges all things to come to life.
The winds of spring,
the elves of spring.
You are the messenger of spring,
you are the leader of blessing.
Hundreds of millions of people follow you,
riding the wind and waves to success.
Spring Modern Poem 6Spring, ten seas
Spring, ten seas all come to life
In the bright landscape
Laughing at this barbaric and sad sea
What is the purpose of your so long slumber?
In the spring, ten seas roar low
Dance and sing around you and me
Rip your black hair and ride off in a cloud of dust
The pain of your cleavage fills the earth
In the spring, savage and vengeful sea
This one is left, the last one
This is the darkness of the night. . Son, immersed in winter, devoted to death
Unable to extricate himself, in love with the empty, cold countryside
Where the grains are piled high and cover the windows
Half of them go to the mouths of a family of six, to eat and to stomachs
Half of them are used in agriculture, where they reproduce themselves
The great winds blow from east to west, from north to south, ignoring the night and the dawn
What exactly do you mean by dawn
Modern Poetry of Spring 7Spring is a migratory bird
Already skimming high over the treetops of the remnants of winter
With a thunderous whistle
Arriving
Spring is a small tree of time
Standing by the river of years
Watching the light of day go by.
No longer going back and forth
Spring, in the bitter north wind
The corner of the mouth showed an undetectable smile
Quietly admiring the snow under the setting sun
Gradually the ice and snow melted away
Spring is thousands of kilometers away
Ten thousand miles away
The pair of cool hands
Began to touch the green willow by the river
Started to touch the green willow by the river
The spring is a small tree of time
Standing on the river of years
Watching the passage of time.
The green willows by the river
Gently raised buds
Containing the beginning of a spring
Waiting for a slightly warmer day to come
Showing the smile of spring
The spring is God's messenger
With youthful dreams
Even if it's a long way away
It will come when you wake up. Your dreams come when you wake up
Modern Poems of Spring 8Listen,
The sound of spring,
A flower swaying in the breeze,
"Hoo-hoo"
is the sound of the flowers dancing.
Listen,
to the sound of spring,
the grass burrowing out of the earth,
"Woohoo"
a breeze blowing, the grass swaying in the wind.
Listen,
The sound of spring,
The white clouds in the sky cried,
"Clatter"
It was the song of the spring rain.
Listen,
Into the spring,
Into this colorful world,
You take a good look at the colors of spring.
The sound of spring,
in every flower,
in every leaf,
in every drop of water,
in every blade of grass.
Listen,
to the sound of spring,
hurrying from afar,
hurrying toward afar.
Listen,
we hear the sound of spring.
Modern Poetry of Spring 9"The Spring Girl"
The Spring Girl is here -
Do any of you know,
how she came?
I know!
I know!
She came from the south,
and arrived here a few days ago.
The good news,
was told to me by the swallows.
Have any of you seen,
what she looks like?
I know!
I know!
She was a little girl,
prettier than me,
with two watery eyes,
and a braid so long!
She had bare feet,
and her pants were pulled up to her knees;
and on her arm
hung a bold willow basket.
She crossed the river
And walked slowly on the sand,
And she sang softly, with her head down,
And the sound was like the river flowing ......
Whoever would be happy at the sight of her;
Whoever would be happy at the sound of her song;
Whoever is happy.
In her big willow basket,
she filled it with many things-
red flowers, green grass,
and golden seeds.
She hung the flowers on the trees,
and spread the grass on the ground;
and scattered the seeds in the fields,
and made them grow green seedlings.
As she walked along the rows of the fields,
the cows looked up,
and the young calves jumped,
and the big lambs bleated. ......
She came to the village,
And every house was glad,
And every orchard,
Opened its doors to welcome;
And the pools,
Polished bright;
And when the spring girl went by,
She took a look in the mirror. > And looked in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
And every bird says,
"My heart is so happy!"
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
And every bird says:
"My heart is so happy!"
Only the ducks,
who could not fly or sing,
stood dumbfounded,
flapping their wings and laughing ......
They said, "Miss Spring,
we have been waiting for you for a long time!
It's good that you're here!
We can't sing,
hahaha ......"
Spring Modern Poem 10Even a straw raincoat
can't drag me, flying eyes
Because, the wind
tore open the March fence
Red, the wild, the wild, the wild, the wild, the wild, the wild. p>
Red, wildfire-style burning on the fingers of a thousand Buddhas
Green, green, Jade is less than guarded
The hunters, like a flock of disorderly birds
Covetous among them
Folded in the night of the alternating sun and moon
I'm a bird that can't get away
Standing among the flowers
Just want to say a bunch of words of love with the spring
The Spring Modern Poetry 11The icy knots of the heart pulsate into
Your footsteps
The sorrows of the dark clouds have been
Stretching and rippling on the lake
You are a virtuous king
The scissor-clad green-clothed messenger
Bears a gentle wind in his armament
The flick of your sleeve kisses
The children's blushing faces
The children's blushing face
I'm a bird that drives away the flowers
Running on the breath of wildflowers
Tugging at the hope on a long line
You are a gentle king
The willow on the shore with its ten thousand flavors
Ruffles the spring water of the fish and beams
Playing a song that has been passed down for thousands of years
And the beautiful moon gently dips into the song and bathes in it
And the skin gently trembles with the ripples of laughter
The moon is a gentle messenger. The spring poem 12
It's early this time of year
Outside the door to meet a neighbor who's off duty
She smiled tiredly and made the peach blossoms
bloom thirty days late
A simple breakfast
And the wind in my body is fully wound up
I'm not sure what to do with it. Winding up the clock in my body
Vehicles on the road greeted me
Red lights were ahead for the bottom-feeders
The streets were full of people
rambling with enteritis
The climate was the same as in our lives
No matter how hard we tried, the days
were still uneventful. ......
Spring Poem 13Spring is full of sails
Through the jungles and grasslands
Calling out to the rivers, mountains, and fields
Strumming the strings of a vibrant piano
Knocking on the door of the sleeper
The lazy eyes blinking
The most important thing is the lightness of the light
The lightness of the light is the lightness of the darkness.
The tenderness of that smile
The window of a long-sealed heart slowly reveals its brow
Cupping up the frozen heart
Embracing into the hot and wildly beating heart
Igniting the flame of youth
Resurrecting a dream buried for many years
The sunshine is so bright and colorful
The kite is in full swing under the blue canopy
The dream is attached to the wings like a hawk. With wings like eagles
Soaring far away on the mighty east wind
Though the road ahead is difficult
With the whole of spring in my heart
Letting go of my throat to sing like a bird
Fearless of cloudy skies and the thunder and lightning
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The cold winds are blowing, the bitter rain is pouring down
People are eagerly looking forward to
Is it the lovers who tear up the pieces of love letters when they are angry
Or is it the willow flakes that fly in spring when the blue trees are warm and clear
Who are the pioneers of spring, who are the signals of action for spring
Who sweeps away the pests, who moistens the ground
Once the snow has shown its skill, the year of plenty will be heard
Flying snow greets the arrival of spring, and the spring arrives at snow to go back to hiding
The snow is a sign of spring, and the snow is the only way to get to spring. >
Snow is the prelude to spring, and spring is the grand chapter of snow
White six-petaled flowers fly all over the sky, and the new beauty of the spring is close to me
Modern Poems of Spring 15Early spring and February came to an end in a hurry
How many words and phrases have been written in praise of the spring
The spring cold and the cold wind are still piercing the bones
I have decided to leave you for the sake of my ideals in order to go and follow the footsteps of the spring.
I'm chasing the spring and you're waiting for me to come back to you
I'm wasting my time in a hurry
A wheel of red makes the crows look like old trees
You're still in the darkness of the night
The night is so cold and dark, it's hard to tell who's alone
I'm failing you for the sake of my dream
I'm not sure what I'm doing in the wind and the rain.
I finally realized that the spring I'm looking for is 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 stitch
I'm satisfied with every drop of memories that you and I have built
When you doze off beside me when you're old and grey
I'm counting the lines on your forehead
I'm not happy if I don't know what I'm looking for, but I'm happy if I don't know what I'm looking for. The spring I'm looking for is simple happiness
It's not just a matter of time, it's a matter of time.