Poetry in Spring (Modern Poetry)

Author: Apocalypse

You didn't come when I came.

When I left, you were gone.

When the swallow came back, on the way to other places,

Who is watching a love that consumes all?

My ears echoed with my mother's warning.

"You are a child of spring,

You should have an active mind. "

Mom, mom,

The first time I cried,

Will it change the world quietly?

Second, "Spring, I write poems for you"

Author: Desert Goose

The sky is full of the breath of spring,

But the earth is still sleeping in the winter dream,

In the wilderness, the shadow of winter is fading.

My thoughts were blown away by the wind,

It is the warm spring breeze that wakes up the earth.

The wild flowers on the roadside smiled.

Tarim, a magical name,

Gathered the blood of countless nationalities,

Interwoven with countless bright cultures.

Those fragments that trample on history,

Deposited on the ground like gravel,

History will be eternal.

A spring breeze is blowing, and the branches have sprouted.

When people look back again, spring has come.

Spring is full of business.

I want to turn my thoughts into dark blue,

Between the treetops and the flowers,

In spring, I write poems for you.