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 5Peach 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 skyA 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 8Cloud 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 9Reading 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 11Spring 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 12Spring
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 14I 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...
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