Poetry about spring

Flowers are like new flowers in summer.

Turn to three seasons

You're still the same.

The breeze caresses your face, and the drizzle caresses your eyebrows.

Insomnia for three nights

I am a beauty.

Not pure or charming.

Concentrate for three seconds.

Be intoxicated with wine.

Come for you, stay awake for you

More than Sanqiu.

Memories smell better than cologne.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

I have an appointment with Spring.

Peach blossoms are like rosy clouds, and fragrant grass spits new flowers.

Turn to three seasons

You're still the same.

The breeze caresses your face, and the drizzle caresses your eyebrows.

Insomnia for three nights

I am a beauty.

Not pure or charming.

Concentrate for three seconds.

Be intoxicated with wine.

Come for you, stay awake for you

More than Sanqiu.

Memories smell better than cologne.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

Glad to be alive.

Because of you, I will always have a date.

2. What are the famous sayings about spring? A flower can't make a beautiful spring. An advanced person is always lonely, and every advanced person can move mountains and fill seas.

-Lei Feng Winter has come, can spring be far behind? (Shelley, British poet) If winter comes, can spring be far behind? (Shelley, British poet) One swallow does not make spring. —— krylov's falling in love is not heartless. It is more protective to turn into spring mud.

-Gong Zizhen If there were no winter, spring would not be so pleasant; Prosperity wouldn't be so popular if we didn't taste superiority occasionally. Anne Bradstreet (16 12-1672), Meditation on Sacredness and Morality, 1655[ Spring] Everything revives. Christina Rossetti? (1830-1894) If it thaws a little, the air is still cold and primitive, and a piece of snow here and there is dirtier than the ground below, dripping swamp-like floods; When you sing "It's spring", you stick to ankle-deep mud on the grass. Christopher Pierce Cranch, Spring Roars Well, it's spring. We have our elegant state and our recognized crazy little gift, the courtesy of Mother Nature. Thank you, Gaia. I really appreciate it． I think it's time to go back to what we call normal daily life. David Assael, North Exposure, Spring Break, 199 1 Listen, can you hear me? Sweet chorus in spring. A clump of grass through the snow. The song of the swollen bud on the vine. In spring, the gentle timpani in the little robin's heart. Diane frolov and Andrew Schneider, North exposure, wake-up call, 1992 Spring is the time when you want to whistle, even if your shoes are full of slush. Even for the king, a little madness in spring is healthy. Emily Dickinson (1830-1886),No. 1333 is interested in the changes of the four seasons, which is a happier state of mind than hopelessly falling in love with spring. George Santayana (1863- 1952)[ Spring is] a real reconstructionist. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Percy bysshe shelley optimists are the embodiment of spring. Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. Victor hugo, how the spring of love is like the unpredictable brilliance of April! William shakespeare (1564-16 16) Two Gentlemen in Verona, scene 3 1 act.

3. Foreign modern spring poetry-"Song of Spring"

When the variegated daisies are all over the pasture,

Blue violets, white shirts,

Rhododendrons with delicate yellow buds,

Described a great happiness;

Listen to the cuckoo on every tree,

Laugh at married men:

Ahem, goo goo!

Ahem, goo goo! Ahem, goo goo! Ah, terrible voice!

It makes her husband's meat jump.

When the carefree shepherd boy plays the flute,

The lark woke the farmer in the morning,

Turtledove crows are looking for mates and horses,

Girls rinse summer clothes;

Listen to the cuckoo on every tree,

Laugh at married men:

Ahem, goo goo!

Ahem, goo goo! Ahem, goo goo! Ah, terrible voice!

It makes her husband's meat jump.

(The futility of love, Act V, Scene II)

Translated by Zhu Shenghao

4. Foreign spring poems related to foreign spring poems: 1, Turgenev (Russia), "Spring Twilight", golden clouds fluttering in the rest land; The vast and silent fields are shining with dew; The stream gurgled in the shadow of the canyon-the thunder of spring shook in distant places, and the lazy breeze stirred its bound wings among the leaves of poplar trees.

The tall forest was silent, and the dark forest was silent. Only occasionally, in the deep shadow, a sleepless leaf rustles.

Stars, the beautiful Venus of love, shine in the flame of sunset. How bright and holy my heart is, as bright as when I was a child. (1843) Note: This poem was composed by Russian composer Rubinstein in 1848.

(translated by Ge Baoquan) 2. Frost (America) "Spring Prayer" Oh, please give us joy in today's flowers; Please don't let us think too far like those uncertain gains; Let's stay here in the most energetic spring of the year. Oh, please give us joy in the white orchard, not like anything during the day, but like a ghost at night; Let's be happy among the happy bees, when the bees gather around the perfect tree and swell.

Let's be happy in the crazy flying birds. When their voices suddenly came from above the bees, like the beak of a needle, the meteor squeezed in and rushed through a quiet flower in mid-air. Because this is love, not anything else, love exists for God above, because loving him can deify himself to the extreme, but this kind of love needs us to practice.

3. Hopkins (UK) "Spring" Nothing is more beautiful than spring-the swaying grass is tall, beautiful and lush; Thrushcross eggs are like a small sky. The thrush's song echoed in the reverberating Woods. It sounds like lightning bombardment; The flowers and leaves of pear trees are bright and clear with drooping blue sky; That kind of blue is really warm and rich; Lambs can't help running and playing. What are these pleasures that nourish the soul? It is the essence of the earth at the beginning of the Garden of Eden-before it becomes boring, gloomy or sour because of sin, you have many choices and it is worth choosing, Lord Christ, to win the innocent heart of young people.

(translated by Huang Gao) 4. Spring-dedicated to my dear Mika Fofanov Sevelliannin (Russian) Spring is as hot as gold-the whole city is sunny, clean and tidy! I am me again: I am young again! I am full of happiness and love again. The heart is singing, eager to run to the field. I treat everyone with' you' ... how vast! How free! What a beautiful song! What beautiful flowers! It is best to ride in a carriage and bump at will! It is best to walk on the green grass! Look at the rosy face of the peasant woman and embrace the enemy like friends! Make a sound, broad-leaved forest in spring! Planting grass! The flowers are blooming, lilacs! There are no sinners among us: everyone is right. How can such a beautiful day not be like this! 191/April 5, Saba (Italy) I don't like spring, how I want to tell you that the first spring has turned the corner and stung me like a sword.

The dim shadows cast by bare branches on the bare land upset me, as if I might be worthy of rebirth. Your arrival makes the grave look unsafe. In the ancient spring, you were more cruel than any season. Everything is resurrected and destroyed because of you. 6. Bertrand (France) "Another Spring" All stirring thoughts and desires are slaves of love.

It's another spring in Coleridge (1). Another drop of dew will roll in my bitter cup and escape like tears! Oh, my youth! Your happiness is printed with the cold kiss of time. Time is suffocating in the arms of pain, but as time goes by, your pain remains. Oh, woman! You took the glory from my life! If anyone is a liar in my bizarre love experience, it's not me. If someone is cheated, it's not you! Oh, spring! You are a little migratory bird, you are our temporary guest, and your sad song echoes in the poet's heart and among the oak trees! It's another spring-it's another sunshine in May. It touches the forehead of the young poet, shines on the world, shines on the crown of the old oak tree and shines on the trees! (translated by Huang Jianhua) ① English romantic poet (1772- 1834).

Together with Wordsworth and Southey, they are called the three poets by the lake. 7. Nobuyoshi Okaoka (Japan) "Spring" excavated a sleeping spring on the beach. You smile and use it to dress up your hair like ripples in the sky. In the grass-colored sunshine, the sea is quietly warm. My hand holds yours. The stone you cast is in my sky. Today, the flowing flower shadows in the sky sprout in our hands. In the center of our field of vision, water droplets splash. The golden sun is spinning. We are lakes and trees. We are the dance of light flow screened from the cracks in the trees on the grass. This is a pile of your hair. We ... the door is open in the fresh air, calling for the shade and our countless arms. Brand-new roads extend on the soft skin of the earth. Your hands shine in spring, so our eyelashes are bathed in the sun, and we quietly begin to mature the ocean and fruit. 1952 (memory and present) translated by Ming Lan-world literature (1987.2) 8.

Ah, tell me, lonely girl, where are you, let me stay with you! But you are the wind, and you are all homeless. My heart is open, like a sunflower, yearning and expanding in love and hope. What do you expect in spring? When can I be quiet? I saw the white clouds moving, the river running, and the golden kiss of the sun deeply penetrated into my blood; My strangely drunk eyes seem to be asleep, and only my ears are still listening to the buzz of bees.

I think about this and that, and I think a lot. I am looking forward to it, but I don't know what to expect; Half is sadness, half is happiness; My heart, oh, I ask you, what memories are you weaving in the darkness of golden and green branches? -indescribable past days! (1828) translated by Qian Chunkun 9. Petfi (Hungarian) "Come, spring, come!" Come on, spring! "(I think so in autumn)" I'm waiting for you because you gave it to me.

5. What are the first foreign poems written in spring?

Spring (spring)

Play the flute! Play the flute!

It's mute now. Now it's silent.

Birds are happy day and night.

Day and night. Birds like it.

The nightingale has a nightingale.

Deep in the valley,

Larks in the sky, larks in the sky,

Happy and full of joy,

Happy new year. Greet the new year with joy.

Little boy, little boy

Full of joy. Very cheerful.

Little girl, little girl

Sweet and small. Delicate and lovely.

Cock crows, rooster crows,

You too. You scream, too.

Happy voice, happy voice,

Baby's voice, baby's voice,

Happy new year. Greet the new year with joy.

Lamb, lamb,

I'm here, I'm here,

Come and lick it. Come and lick it.

My white neck. My white neck.

Let me pull your soft hair,

Your soft wool. Let me hold it.

Let me kiss you, your face is very delicate,

Your soft face. Let me kiss you.

Happy, happy, we welcome the new year. We greet the New Year with joy.

The second song:

Spring has gone in white, and the goddess of spring in plain clothes-Robert bridges, Robert Brad.

Spring is dressed in white, and the goddess of spring is dressed in simple clothes.

May wearing milky white; The corolla of hawthorn is milky white;

There is a clear flock of sheep in the sky.

White clouds float across the sky; White clouds come and go;

White butterflies in the air; Butterflies fly in the air;

White daisy pranks the ground; The court ordered chrysanthemums to decorate the suburbs;

Cherry trees compete with white pear trees and cherry trees.

Scatter snow everywhere. It is like snowflakes everywhere.

6. Chinese and foreign poems describing spring, such as Chunxiao, are not mentioned. I have selected all the sentences describing spring for you. My e-book is traditional, so you can make do with it.

You can search the whole poem in Google. Anyway, there are all topics.

Tang Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan: The river is red as fire at sunrise and blue as spring.

Stone's "Spring River Sutra" has three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the spring river water heating duck prophet.

Luo Minghong Xian's Ode to the Back Garden: "The raincoat is not wet when the east wind blows, so I walk deep in the peach blossom."

Tang Li Bai's departure from a hotel in Nanjing brought catkins and made the store sweeter.

Feng Yansi's Golden Gate in the Five Dynasties "Wind Wrinkles a Pool of Spring Water"

Liu Yin, a poet of the Yuan Dynasty, wrote in Tanchun: "Snowflakes along the roadside protect the decaying walls, and the outside of the city is soft and yellow. Although the spring scenery is slightly pitiful, it is light and cold near the willow tip. "

Early Spring in the East of the City by Juyuan Yang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "The poet's scenery is clear in the Spring Festival, and the green willows are half uneven. Stay in the forest and go out to see the flowers. "

Han Yu's "Early Spring" dedicates two poems by Zhang eighteen members of the Ministry of Water: "The rain in the sky is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important thing is that the benefits of spring are better than cigarettes. "

"Peach blossoms bloom without owners, and they are colorful" Tang Du Fu's "Seven quatrains, Looking for Flowers Alone"

"Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky", Tang Du Fu's quatrains.

"Counting the early warblers to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud" (Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang)

Zhang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" (the whole poem)

Give you another song:

spring

-Qiu Jin

Han Mei reported that the spring breeze was coming, the birds were singing and the curtains were green.

Butterflies wear brocade slowly, and willow green is like smoke.

I'll give you another song that you can't usually find:

Wang Shizhen (Qing Dynasty): Every spring in Shanxian County, the sun shines brightly, and the pond is divided into several springs. Every household in Guobian faces the water, and a thousand peaks and a half enter the city after the snow.

This is a description of spring scenery in Jinan, Quancheng. A pond is a pond. It is cloudy and changeable in spring. At this time, it suddenly clears up, and the cool spring water flows out of the pond in the sun. Jinan is known as "every family springs, and every family hangs on a tree". After Chun Xue, the mountain shadows of Qianfo Mountain in the south of the city are reflected in the city, which is pleasing to the eye everywhere.

7. Chinese and foreign poems describing spring, such as Chunxiao, are not mentioned.

I have selected all the sentences describing spring for you. My e-book is traditional, so you can make do with it. You can search the whole poem in Google. Anyway, there are all topics.

Tang Bai Juyi's Memory of the South of the Yangtze River wins the fire at sunrise, and the riverside is blue. Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chunjiang Xiaojing" has a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and Luo Minghongxian, a prophet of Chunjiang, sang in the backyard: "The raincoat is not wet when the east wind blows, so I walk deep in the peach blossom." Tang Li Bai Nanjing Hotel parting, the wind sent catkins, incense shops and the Five Dynasties of Feng Yansi. Although the spring scenery is slightly pitiful, it is light and cold near the willow tip. "

Early Spring in the East of the City by Juyuan Yang, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: "The poet's scenery is clear in the Spring Festival, and the green willows are half uneven. Stay in the forest and go out to see the flowers. "

Han Yu's "Early Spring" dedicates two poems by Zhang eighteen members of the Ministry of Water: "The rain in the sky is crisp and the grass is far and near. The most important thing is that the benefits of spring are better than cigarettes. "

"Peach blossoms bloom without owners, and they are colorful and lovely." Tang Du-fu's Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside, "Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets soar into the sky" Tang Du-fu's "A few early birds compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud" (Tang Baijuyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang Lake), Tang poet Zhang, gives you another song that you can't find at ordinary times: Wang Shizhen (Qing Dynasty): Every spring in the mountain county is sunny, and the pool is divided into springs.

Every household in Guobian faces the water, and a thousand peaks and a half enter the city after the snow. This is a description of spring scenery in Jinan, Quancheng.

A pond is a pond. It is cloudy and changeable in spring. At this time, it suddenly clears up, and the cool spring water flows out of the pond in the sun.

Jinan is known as "every family springs, and every family hangs on a tree". After Chun Xue, the mountain shadows of Qianfo Mountain in the south of the city are reflected in the city, which is pleasing to the eye everywhere.