Spring Modern Poem

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

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Who 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 3

When 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

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The 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.

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Spring, 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

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Spring 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

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Listen,

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 10

Even 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

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The 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. ......

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Spring 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

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Early 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.