Description of spring modern poetry

In real life or work and study, we must not have seen few classic poems, poetry with a strong rhythm, wonderful rhyme, refined language, peculiar imagination, rich feelings to show the art of its language. What kind of poetry is classic? The following is my collection of modern poems describing spring, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.

Describing spring modern poetry 1

One

The sunlight is thinly laid on the short wall

This summer is still cold

Two

Tear-drenched mezzo-soprano voice

Trying to melt the dusk

Into a flood of syrup

Let all the wings that are standing still

Tremble and fly away

Let all the wings that are standing still

Fly away

Let all the wings that are standing still

Fly away

Flying away

Three

The flower that has faded

Knows spring first

The one that never blooms

Thinks of fading first

Four

The ponytail pine implores the wind

To return him to his true shape

The wind continues to mock him

The ponytail pine is furious

-but can't stop his swaying

Five

The birds that flew out to sing in the morning

never came back

The grove, in its late loneliness

drapes its curtains of sorrow

Six

Dusk and I must have had some kind of understanding. She stops at my window in anticipation

What do I deliver? To whom?

It's a secret

I can't remember anymore

She shakes her head

And walks away

Seven

Wandering shadows

Have you got your suckers out again?

Eight

And no gunshots

Nine

The big dark shadows at the foot of the buildings

were confused by their own lights

Ten

The sound of the gurgling water

recalled buckwheat blossoms, streams along the

dark-skinned farm girls

under the tap

talking about the price of fresh fish on the market

Eleven

The moonlight easily wraps itself around the betel nut's soft branches

and then purposely loosens them over and over again

The stars are flicked off the grass

and then turn out again with a smile and a laugh

When the sound of footsteps signals the approach of someone

All the sunflowers, all the sunsets, all the sunsets, all the sunsets.

And all the sunflowers stopped playing tag

And the man said, "What do I think I hear?

The wind-dancer's mouth followed:

Not surprising! Not strange!

Twelve

The luggage is packed

But the bell on the platform won't ring

We'll never get to

Where we're going to get to

Thirteen

If I'm going to cry, then I'm going to cry

They taught me to smile again

If I'm going to laugh, then I'm going to laugh

They taught me to cry again

They taught me that I'm going to cry again

And that's what they're going to do.

They were right

And so am I

XIV

Thoughts chattering in a coop

How far can they fly when they're put out there

?

XV

Which faces behind the latticework

Which souls behind the eyes

Which native forests behind the souls

Which octave birds in the forest

Have learned not to make a sound

XVI

In the darkness there is always something to lighten

Wherever there is light

People have always known how to make a sound.

People call it a star.

The modern poem describing spring 2

1, "Smile and welcome the spring day"

The high mountains and flowing rivers are searching for a soulmate, and winter will be over and spring will come.

The plum is cold, the flowers are all in bloom, and the smile is like a brocade in spring.

2. "The Smile of Spring"

In the dawn, I saw

There is a flower in the garden of many flowers

The most fragrant and colorful

It is the soul of the poem, and it warms up the

The snow of the wolves, which makes me

One more point of self-confidence

You are persistent, and you put the longing of the eyes of the people in the inch

And those messy words

The smile of the spring.

Those messy words

put on the desk from the new arrangement

You use sweat and wisdom

fill every space in life

erased the barren

In the dawn, I also saw

a group of birds flying to the blue sky

distant to your blessing!

3. "The Hope of Spring"

Winter beckons again and again

The position is dressed in white

The guns and I also put on seasonal camouflage

The days when the winds from the north are getting tighter and tighter

The whiteness of the snowflakes is the best material

Silence is a normality

Occasionally the car is running on the field days

The position is also a normality

The days when the car is running on the field

The days when the car is running on the field are the normality.

Only when the position squeezes out a faint smile

I can see in the bitter smile

In fact, silence itself is also a kind of camouflage

The position has already stolen the seeds of spring

Covered in my arms

There is the temperature of the body of the gun and me

That's enough

Just need to be tightly embraced

The position has already stolen the seeds of spring

The position is also a kind of camouflage

Be careful

And fear that it might pop out without noticing

Stretching out, it will stain the position green

Staining the position red

It will upset the order of the seasons

In that case

Spring can only be in the position for the time being

Sprouting silently

Growing quietly

Then, it will grow first.

Then grow ears and eyes first

Listen to the distant places

Is the tranquility still there

Look at the distant places

Is it still the rising smoke

Well just grow quietly

The coldest days

The spring of the position

Never withers

4, The Spring of Life

Time passes by

Out of the winter's cold

The years are like a song

Welcome to the spring in full bloom

Spring with dreams

Spreads the sunshine in your heart

Spring with vitality

Sows the hope on the earth

Spring with a song

Singing a song of Spring is a feast for the eyes

Spring is a colorful painting

The spring rain is a blessing to the living creatures

The soft spring breeze blows away the gloomy clouds

The buds of flowers are about to show their smiles

The river of spring water floats up all the people in the world.

A cup of tea

A bright poem

Waking up from a dream, it's spring

It's spring again

It's a year of spring

It's a farewell to winter

A smile is a smile

Pushing open the window pane, the heart is in springtime

The heart and the sea will shine in the spring light

As long as there is love in your heart

Even when it's cold

You can feel the warm wind on your face

The spring is full of color in the garden

5. "The Gift of Spring"

Let's pick up the fragrance of the spring

Borrowing the wind to send it to your dreamland

If you roll over in your dream, I'll give it a try.

If you turn over in your sleep

then it must be me

coming to your side

When you wake up, you will be

surprised to find

that there is

a little flower

on the side of your pillow

6, "Waiting for Spring"

In the snow

with your hands in the pockets of your trousers

you can see that you have to wait for the spring. Head down

Hurriedly hurrying along

That must

not be a photographer

People enjoying the scenery

Above the world

How many people are trying to

Survive

Chase after the sun in the cold

Who needs the sun more than them

The world is a place where the sun is the only thing that matters.

Who needs the sun more than they do

O white earth

Waiting for spring

To welcome the spring

Spring-like warmth

7. p> All these humble beings come with spring

Beneath the soil, I hear earthworms crawling

Banging their soft heads against the closed gates of the soil

In the grass of the grove, I see a herd of goats

Swinging with their long whiskers, they bleat and bleat

Shocking my youth and my soul

A

A black goat, walking towards me

With tears of happiness on its face

Second, pushing open the door of spring

I heard the birds calling

In the city, there are a few birds of spring

They don't dare to go into the city

They only cheer and jump outside the city

They are as simple as the peasants in the countryside

They give me a feeling of closeness

I'm not sure what to say.

They are my friends

And they seem to be my relatives whom I meet by chance

They are looking for unknown bugs

And they make a kindly sound to their companions

Outside of the school, I fall in love with the sound of the birds

And in the chirping of the birds

I open the door of the spring

This spring

This spring

This spring

This spring

This spring

This spring

This spring

This spring

This spring

My heart is in turmoil this spring

At one moment I think of certain tombstones

At another moment I think of my childhood

My heart is in turmoil this spring

Poems have been written by spring

My dedication is to the blades of grass and the crowns of flowers of spring

What else can I do this spring

What else can I do

What else can I do this spring

What else can I do with the birds of prey and the birds of prey? p>

With whom else can I embrace spring and time

8. "Standing at the Lane of Spring"

Standing at the intersection of cold winds

Waiting for the spring

The snow continues to drift and dye, paving

The intersection of the road to the spring

Continue to walk and climb over the hillock of twelve o'clock

With a turn of the wheel of time

Measuring the length of the seasons, winter and spring

In the middle of the sandwich, there is only one snowfall

In the winter, it melts in the spring

Maybe I am in the window of winter

Looking at the sunshine of the spring

Feeling the warmth of the winter and the coldness of the spring

The wind blowing in the direction of which direction

I will go to the direction of which

The wind blowing in the direction of which direction

I will go to the direction of which

I will go to the direction of which

I will go to the direction of which the wind blows. I'm already walking at the entrance of the spring lane

Sacrificing a fallen leaf as a letterhead

Sending you a memory from three years ago

Then you read it by the winter fireplace

Burning it

I use a drop of water from the winter

To send a message from my heart

Frozen into a lingering when I touched the roof

In another warmer day, the wind blows warm and cold. >

To melt in another season of warmth

To continue the once that should go on

To dig a mound in my heart

To bury the ashes of the leaves

To offer incense in the season of memories.

9. "Poem to the Spring"

By: Under the Poplar Tree

Bright sunshine sprinkles the earth

Flowers bloom and give off fragrance

I am standing in the warm spring breeze

Looking forward to meeting you this time

Soft wind rattles my thoughts.

The spring breeze is no match for your beauty

Everywhere you go, flowers fill the ground

The air you exhale is fresh

How many lovesicknesses are written on a red bean

A bright moon recites a thousand years of poems

A blessed heartfelt sentence of "happy flowers, happy moon"

How many destined ones are intoxicated with sweet love

I'm looking forward to this encounter with you. The warmth of the air will add to your dreams, and the red color of the sun will delight your winter plums.

Nine days of happy colors in China, ten thousand miles of wind and blue grass chase. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones.

(2) Sigh spring

Being starlight dream push, sheep with the golden horse stepped in spring. The first time I saw this was when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man.

A drunkenness can bring a thousand rhymes, a thousand cups can not withstand a person to accompany. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

(3) Describe the spring

Midnight fragrant building floating dream color, west window under the moon poetic heart to be. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get a new one.

The only thing I can do is to describe the world, and I can't change the way I write. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.

(4) Drunken Spring

Window flowers cut and pasted on the earth, the firecrackers roar Ji Rui planted. The first time I saw this was when I was a young man, and it was the first time I had ever seen a man with a dream.

The grass in the plains of the river is waiting for the wind to flow, and the fragrance of the land is pouring out of the jade tender cheeks. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

(E) Thinking of Spring

I've been listening to the song, and I'm waiting for the east wind to take me to the right place. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a pair of shoes or boots.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world, and you'll be able to do it all in one place. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

(6) Looking forward to spring

Only love the east wind singing a good song, just pouring wonderful words to win the poem. The newest addition to the list is the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the newest addition to the list, the oldest addition to the list.

Dreams into the curtains of thought old, sheep with the golden horse stepped in the spring. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was a very good time for me.

(7) Spring

Jade finger full of taste on the heart, long paper stacked all the tears. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

One night the east wind hangs green makeup, a few lines of fine willow condensation new stamen. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.

(H) Continuing Spring

The first of its kind, the "Battle of the Birds" was a great success, and it was a great success. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.

The poem is sent on a fragrant paper, and the mood is boundless.

The cold wind is blowing

The bitter rain is pouring

People are looking forward to the spring of blossoms

The snow is flying in the right time

The ground is white

The air is full of flurries

Heaven and earth are all in one

The snow and the flowers are not clear

The earth and the sky are all in one place

The snow and the flowers are not clear

The earth is a candle. The earth and the sky are a candle

The child's plum blossom is a half-wick

The child unfolds the scroll of winter

The plum blossom ignites the spring of the coming year

Kissing the winds and dancing

Cuddling up to the mountains and the rivers

Is it the time when lovers are angry

Rip up the pieces of a love letter

Or is it when the trees are green and warm

The time when spring will flutter on the willows

Who are the pioneers of spring

Who are the signals of springtime

Who sweep away the pests

Who crisp up the ground

As soon as the snow makes its presence felt

There is a sound in the year of abundance

Flying snow greets the springtime

The springtime comes and the snow returns to its hiding place

The snow is a prelude to springtime.

Spring is a grand piece of snow

White six-petaled flowers fly all over the sky

The new beauty of the glowing spring is close to the chase

Description of the spring of modern poetry 5

Peach blossom garden of blue grass, green,

Your long skirt kisses with the earth,

Your slender face, revealing the deep love of the paragraph.

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 youthful innocence, reflecting the earth's heart;

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 a fairy,

With the camera click,

I put you into the frame, the beautiful eternity.

Modern Poetry of Spring 6

Spring Colors

For their own stubbornness, sometimes very contradictory

also very hateful, hateful is not understand too much

Spring came, but do not know to the countryside

Bored all winter

also do not know that a few pounds of extra fat

This winter excess fat to be

Spring is here, but the haze hasn't cleared up yet

The fat that grew in the winter

adds a few pounds of greed

I hate it, and I'd rather

keep my body close to the bright colors of spring

let the excess of the winter go away as soon as possible

take advantage of the spring breeze and sunshine

hold on tight to your body, and then you'll be able to see your body. >

Stretch out your arms

Take a wider step with your constricted feet

Comb your greed, selfishness, narrow-mindedness ......

and all the darkness in the spring breeze

Don't write too much poetry

Don't live your life as heavy as it should be

So as not to delay the blossoming of the spring flowers

So as not to delay the blossoming of the buds and the green leaves

So as to let the original color of spring be restored to the tips of the hair

Rooted in loess, growing with a plant

And loess, when I get close to loess

I am convinced of the claim that it is more precious than gold

. Loess is loess

Nothing ever grows in gold

Nor can it awaken spring

That gold is but too monotonous and cold

Ripening or falling

Autumn is tiresome

All the rounds, the more overlapping

Eventually return to loess

Eventually begin in the spring

The sky

A ray of dawn

Cutting through the clouds

A medal

Shining in the spring of the coming year

All things in the world

Enchanted

In the mother's embrace

This winter

The snowflakes

Are still flying freely in the sky

The snowflakes are still in the sky

And they are still in the sky

The snowflakes are still in the sky

The snowflakes are still in the sky

And they are still in the sky

Just one more

Spring's dark red

Winter's murmur

Has carved a medal for

Spring

And the dove of peace

Also sends the earth

Letters of spring's peace

Spring's seeds

In the warmth of my mother's arms Mother's warm embrace

Taking root

Sprouting

In the snow and ice

Waiting quietly

For spring to blossom

Spring

Walking slowly towards us

The hibernating silver serpent

Simply intoxicated

Curled up in the

Mother's beloved heart

Snowflakes decorate their dream hall

The dying winter

Carved

A medal of continuity for the coming spring

My heart along with the winter

Has been buried in this

Frosty soil

Winter sends for the spring

Modern Poetry About Spring 8

Cloud Shadows

By [American] Frost

The 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 could write a poem describing 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.

Description of Spring Modern Poetry 9

Reading Spring

By Li Zhaoxing

Holding over a petal of flowers,

to read the spring:

Uncountable buds

Flourished,

like fine sweat on the forehead.

Catch a leaf,

To read about spring:

Countless lines

Stretch out,

Like veins in the skin.

Holding up a seedling,

Come read spring:

Countless bones

Struggling,

Pointing to the blue.

When I came

You weren't here yet

When I left

You weren't there anymore

When the swallows returned

On the road to another country

Who was alone watching the flowers bloom on the stranger's path

Again, my mother's admonition echoed in my ears

"You are the child of spring

You should have the bosom of spring"

O mother

Mother

Will my first cry

Quietly change the world

Description of Spring Modern Poetry 11

Spring Walk

When I read the word sign The wind

blew from that path

Outside the window the field was green, and no one was there in the distance

The sound of water rang out

Crisper than the sound of my recitation of the words

I recited a little rhyme over and over again

Looking up at the sky I packed up my old books

Waving my hand to the field, I walked out the door

And looked at the stars

The north-east flickered with the light of the stars

And the north-east flickered with the light of the stars.

A shooting star flashed out from the northeast

This is probably an auspicious omen

This is probably a communication between heaven and earth

The blue jade case, I hold the book in my hand

I wrote down the shooting star

I put the twilight of the spring in the book

Spring, spring.

Spring is so like me, breathing easy

My movements are clumsy, my feet slow

My heart is bulging with light, my face is poised, and I turn away

I let the tears flow on my stamens, and my eyelids mist over

My eyelashes are like dense fringes

I only hook my head lower

The apricots have gone, the peaches bloomed, and then the Begonia

The bees' powder puffs are dipped in rouge

They paint their cheeks deeper and deeper

The buds of the young shoots are green, and the olive branches are clustered in the distant mountains

But she refuses to move her feet so easily

Over the years, she has become more and more reserved in her training

The south wind is urging us to go back to her home again and again

The winds are speaking of the virtual love of poplars and willows

The sky is filled with the love of poplar and willows

The sky is filled with the love of poplar and willow. p>

The sky is full of fluttering flowers. The theater of the world's noise is open

When it boils, spring is already old

Like a soup

Small fire, slow frying. When the medicine kicks in

it's time for the beauty to grow old. Before shaking off the petals and decorating

the honey on the tip of the tongue and the poison on the roots

you have to diffuse the bitterness in your heart

Modern Poetry About Spring 12

Spring

flowers like the sun

grasses like new ones

you have been tossed and turned over for three seasons

you are still the same as you were before

the fresh wind is blowing

The gentle rain is on my face

I've been sleepless for three nights

I

My red color is fading

I'm not pure

I'm not pretty

I'm not pretty

I'm in the mood for three seconds

My heart is drunk with wine

I'm coming down to earth for you

I'll never sleep again

How can I say this?

Memories

The scent of the ancient dragon

Resignation of the old and welcome to the new

The new is also like the old

Modern poetry

Forgetting the spring

The unoccupied courtyard of the spring night

The gentle wind sings in my dream

Listen to the sound of the steps of someone who has gone to the far end of the world

Someone who has gone to his hometown again

I'm sure that you will be happy to know that I have been there for the past few years

I am sure that you will be happy to know that you have been there for the past few years.

If I had a piece of moonlight on my pillow

I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight

Because I still have her shadow in my heart

Dancing in my lonely eyes

Every time I look up at the blue sky

Clouds are drifting to the place where the sun goes down

And every time I embrace the darkness of the night

The stars shine in the farthest distance.

I want to shed a few tears in the lamplight

But I'm afraid they'll reflect yesterday's heartbreak

Leaving the warmth of my soft bed

But I don't know who's waiting for me in the spring

You're right there under the bright window

Thinking of springtime love

Thinking of the frost of autumn

Thinking of the scent of all sweet flowers

I've woken up from a dream.

I'm already on the way to waking up from my dream

Crying secretly

Laughing quietly

Slowly forgetting my heart

Forgetting to the spring

Forgetting to the candlelight of my thoughts

Or the hope of my loneliness

I. The grove of trees in the city's utility

Returning to the green, my grove of trees

Ants and flying insects in the grove

All these humble beings come with spring

Under the soil, I hear earthworms crawling

Banging their soft heads against the closed gates of the soil

In the grass of the grove, I see a herd of goats

Swinging their long whiskers, they bleat and bleat

Vibrating with the vibrations of my

A black goat came towards me

With tears of happiness on its face

Secondly, I pushed open the door of spring

I heard the birds calling

There were a few birds in the city

They didn't dare to go into the city

They only cheered and jumped outside the city

They were as simple as country farmers

They were as simple as country farmers

They were as simple as country farmers.

They are my friends

They are like relatives I have met

They are looking for unknown bugs

They make friendly noises to their fellows

Outside of the city, I fell in love with the sound of the birds

Amidst the chirping of the birds

I pushed open the door of spring

And the birds were so happy to see me. door

III. This Spring

My heart is in turmoil this spring

At one moment I think of certain tombstones

At another moment I think of my childhood

My heart is in turmoil this spring

Poems have been written by spring

My dedication is the spring blades of grass and the corolla of flowers

In this spring

I am also in love with the sound of the birds.

What else can I do

Who else can I embrace spring and time with

"There's Rain Passing Through My Chest"

A sound

Tick-tock-tock-tock-tock rushing down from

Extreme heights

Like Rapunzel's shawl of black waterfalls

Clutching time tightly in its grasp

And so I became

A dizzy spirit in the rain

A modern poem about spring

Spring

In the depths of winter

The spring sun breaks through the cold

And before I know it, it's already March

The spring breeze, the fine rain, the slightest bit of wetness

On the mountain tops Between the mountain passes

Peach blossoms and pear blossoms

are blooming in clusters

Pinks and whites intertwine

Charms and whites shadow each other

The fields are green like a carpet

Wildflowers are in full bloom on all the hills

The whole earth is in a state of

Springtime colorful

The faces of the people are full of peaches.

And the literary world has no chance

to stop at the colors of spring

Even the poets are at a loss for words

Even the poets are at a loss for words

Even the poets are at a loss for words

They have all kinds of thoughts but they can't

They only see grasses and grasses at the back of their eyes

The spring breezes are chasing the sunlight

And the green of the earth is green. The whole world is green

Peach blossoms have never laughed at the colorful sunshine

The blue water reflects the beauty of the mountains

The streams in the mountain streams are reflected in the blue waves

Butterflies limp in the flowers

The whole earth is in a state of

Bright and colorful spring, gorgeous spring

Spring Poetry 14

I have a date with spring

I have a date with spring

I have a date with spring.

If it weren't for the thunder that reminds me of the bugs

I'd almost forgotten

I have a date with spring

A date I made when I was a teenager

The season of rain and gloom is too long

The world is too busy with right and wrong

Is it not just as forgetful as spring?

The clouds accept the invitation of the distant sky

The kite flies out of the apartment

The azalea burns the mountains red

Who is calling from the other side of the years?

I remembered the partridge's advice:

Spring is still waiting in the frost and snow

I'm leaving my boss and

the city I used to live in

with a pile of yellowed paper

a few unread books

and half a life of honor, disgrace, sorrow, and joy

and I'm leaving. ...

The dragonflies come to the road to welcome ...

A hare crouches on the grassy path and listens to the sound of late footsteps ...

The shore of the lake is warmed by the east wind...

The sunlight greens the birch forests...

Storks, impatiently waiting for the sun, are leaving the cloudy mountains...

The sun is shining in the forests of birches...

The storks are waiting for the sun, and are leaving the cloudy mountains...


I remembered that I had an appointment with spring


The scenery that I had booked when I was a boy


The good flowers were just half bloomed


The grasses and trees were sprouting on the road ahead


All the matters of the heart cleared up


Spring, please wait a moment


I'm so glad that I'm here, but I can't believe that I'm not here to see you again


The spring is so beautiful that I can't believe that I can see you again. Modern Poetry About Spring 15

Spring Walk

The winds of the boundless earth

Blow over the green fields

That's the footsteps of spring, light

Swallows fly from the south

Landing under the roofs of the people of the north

In the warmth of their nests, they chirp and chirp

Flowers, flowers and other flowers are all in the air

The spring is the time of the year when we are all in love

The spring is the time of the year.

Flowers and wildflowers bloom

The willow spreads its branches and leaves

And little by little the buds of the young shoots come to life

The brush of spring

Paints the world in a beautiful way

And look at the sparrows flying around

Singing in the sky

The sparrows fly to and fro

Singing in the sky

The sparrows fly to and fro

The sparrows fly to and fro

The sparrows fly to and fro

And they sing in the sky