Modern poetry recitation in spring

In ordinary study, work and life, everyone must have come into contact with some commonly used poems, which are distinct and orderly in rhythm and beautiful in sound and rhyme. Still struggling to find good poetry? The following is the reading draft of modern spring poetry that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read and collect.

1. Waiting for spring

Author: Zhangping Lu Ruchang

Spring, I'm waiting for you to come back.

Dating on a hillside in the suburbs in spring.

Bees are collecting honey from flower buds.

Streams are flowing among flowers.

Spring breeze is continuous-

dyed white pear trees

the spring sun is warm-

red peach blossoms

There are

wild rape flowers blooming in the fields

one after another. When Yingying waves,

it will show its charm

Spring, I'm waiting for you to come back

with the dazzling sunshine

spring breeze-

kiss the brook

dye the green mountains and rivers

and

the beautiful clouds in the sky

the bits and pieces

sow hope in the spring breeze

when the seeds sprout < I'm waiting for you to come back

humming a soft and carefree tune

the spring breeze is continuous-

the grass grows long, the warblers fly

the wind blows the flowers

and your mouth is

smiling slightly

as the bottom of my heart]

when you are attached, the layers of ripples

pass through your heart shallowly

embrace a piece of spring in your heart

2: Write to spring

Author: It's Mo

the last snow

looking out of the window at the treetops

the fog sprayed by the branches

quietly dripping into the beauty of spring

.

a great vitality

calls for beautiful mountains and rivers full of flowers and butterflies

fragrant and moist soil

removes heavy winter clothes

greets every seeker's visit

warm and warm breeze

flies over the mountains and rivers of Yuan Ye like a clever swallow

carrying the message of spring

. Skyscrapers and island villages

Beautiful sunshine

Scattered around the world

Like a warm giant hand

Gently touching every inch of the skin of the earth

Spring girls who are surrounded in the distance

Wandering leisurely by the river

Fresh and soft air

wrapped in the fragrance of moistening the earth

Sunny. The coolness of the gentle wind

throws itself freely into the world of spring

rushes to the hometown of spring

The pattering rain

is like a lyre

tinkling under the gentle touch of the spring breeze, gracefully floating

the shadow of trees, the forest of dreams

full of the fragrance of flower season

the freshness of rain, The sunshine of my heart

leads me into the colorful mystery

The giant hand of spring

A magical brush

Draw some colorful colors

Build a colorful gallery for the three mountains and five mountains

Oh

The greenery of the north, The light green in the south of the Yangtze River has dyed the fields and mountains in spring. A sacred temple, the strings of the river, has played a smooth movement. The drums of the mountains have played a cheerful symphony. Swallows have murmured a beautiful song. Magpies have made a prelude to let the long-lost mood fly. Wave goodbye. Go on a date with spring

Rub your sleepy eyes

Tap on the door

Close to a warm current

Push your heart

Push your heart

Jump in the warm sunshine

Step on a high hillside

Over the gurgling.

three: spring is coming

rape blossoms. One golden peach blossom after another is getting more and more charming. The wind in my hometown is chattering again. On my way home, Little Bee is

infatuated with love songs all the way, accompanying me to the entrance of the small village and knocking on the quaint rosewood door of the old house. My little white dog changed its normal state

with its mouth and teeth, giving me a mess

Mother recognized her son's voice. Stumbling smile

crutches flying in the air

"This little white dog is crazy about peach blossoms again ..."

My mother talked and laughed

calling me a warm nickname

as if I were the real spring

IV. Footsteps in spring

Author: Motorcycle Ranger

Footsteps in spring

P > Like a breeze passing through my heart

Drunk

A year's wish

Footsteps in spring

It's a small river that takes off its frozen coat

I want to wake up

the fish sleeping at the bottom of the river

but I'm afraid

the proverbs of the spring thunder that stung me split open

wet the breathing sunshine

. The color that the field yearns for

dandelion, morning glory, The green bristlegrass hasn't opened yet

The spring breeze is for dinner

The clinking green and fluttering purples

I'm afraid

I've offended the sleepy soil

The tender

goose yellow

The footsteps of spring

are the wisps of kitchen smoke hanging on the wanderer's heart

Mother has pasted the bright red spring.

Wipe away a face of sunset

Afraid of

Holding a warm day

Looking around

5: The sound of spring

Winter is not far away

A flying snow

A haze of confusion

A haze is still lingering in gloom

However, you have finally come

Your footsteps have rung

and you smell the fresh breath of life, fluttering

Your dreams are shining on the new buds among the branches

Snow has turned into rain, fog has dispersed and condensed

For you, for your arrival, I have sprinkled the holy water of dust

You, the spirit of spring

come far before the spring flowers are in full bloom. Dancing like a breeze

You are a kind of pure breath

full of tender feelings of water, and the jade-like coolness of snow

and the warmth of sunshine, blowing

you are spinning and floating among the branches of trees

weaving the prospect of spring for the forest

flying along your dreams, green leaves, buds and that will grow

. The river gurgles

Ling Bo is full of you and your singing

The snow is crystal clear, reflecting your fairy vision

The warmth rises in the boundless mountains

The birds sing one after another, breaking through the cold

The sonorous passion echoes, rippling the sound of spring

The birds sing in waves, and whispering gently

. The dream of calling for spring

In just a few days, cold winter and warm spring are intertwined

The sunshine is dazzling, and the blue sky is getting bluer

The buds and buds sprouting in winter are spreading

Listening, listening, The sound of spring

Those flower fairies, The spirits of grass

have all set off from the virtual temple in the mountains and rivers

rushing to the annual fairy-like event

a colorful spring event that sings about life

6: Spring is coming

Author: Laughter

Spring is coming

Girl Feng is holding a comb

gently

for. > the grass wakes up from the winter mother's arms

stretching

delicate and tiny bodies

Spring is coming

The flowers are scrambling to come out

Smiling

Blooming a beautiful and charming smile

Spring is coming

Swallows are flying back to their homeland from other places

Busy

Picking up mud grass to build their homes < People take off their heavy cotton-padded clothes

and swim happily in the charming scenery of spring

7: Looking forward to spring

Author: Motorcycle Ranger

I hear the sound of the earth tearing

Those pale words are seeping into the ground

In the distance

The trees are silent

Several winter sparrows

are stunned by death. Escaped from the grave-like city

A cold soul

deserted the whole winter

Wheat seedlings in the field and the snow in 212

Talking about the mind of jointing

How many dreams have been hibernating on this frozen river beach

Who has the heart to see a fish and I freeze to death

And finally throw it in a vague memory

Step on it. Power

slowly evaporates. Expectation

The warm sunshine in winter

awakens the girl's heart

When she and the earth are painted with makeup

Be your bride

Eight: Blooming Spring

Author: A pool of clear light

The wind is entangled outside the window

Cold condensation

Silence is the only thing in the frozen world. Start a piece, A piece of

flies away from my door lightly

is as gorgeous as fireworks

pushes the time away gently like fallen leaves

It is faintly visible that yan zhen has traveled

Autumn has already drifted away on the road

Only a faint cloud shadow is left on the high blue curtain

There is still loneliness that can't be dispersed by the wind

Watching a few plum trees

Planting four seasons is lonely. The day

plum blossoms

flowers as red as fire and as thick as blood

Life is so enthusiastic on it

Is spring coming

Spring is coming

Every time I talk to it

It always tells me

Larks are singing in the mountains

Groundhogs are exploring underground

. Butterflies ...

They will push open the door of winter together

Welcome the bright and fragrant spring with flowers in full bloom

Those dormant lives

Those lives that exist quietly in the dark, cold, lonely and painful

They never lack light, never fear the cold

Never give up hope. Never miss every spring

No matter how much warmth and nostalgia you took away in the past

How much pain and sadness you left behind

Please join this plum tree

bravely jump into the spring journey

and leave a beautiful and firm back for the world?

Nine: Spring scenery

Sometimes I am ambivalent about my stubbornness

It's hateful that I don't understand too much

Spring has come, but I don't know how many pounds I've gained in the suburbs

I don't know how many pounds I've been bored all winter

I have to give back the excess fat this winter

Spring has come. Those haze haven't dispersed

the fat that grows in winter

has added a bit of greed

I hate these. I am more willing to

keep my body close to the bright spring scenery

let the redundant part of winter disappear as soon as possible

take advantage of this spring breeze and sunshine

stretch my hugging arms

step forward more prudently

put greed, selfishness, Narrowness ...

and all the gloom are combed in the spring breeze

Don't write poetry too well

Don't lead a life so heavy

Don't delay the flowering period of the spring

Don't delay the blooming of buds and green leaves

Let the true colors of spring return to the hair tips

Take root in loess, and the loess will grow with a plant

. Loess is loess.

Everything can never grow in gold.

It can't wake up spring.

That kind of gold is too monotonous and cold.

Autumn is boring.

Everything is a cycle, and it must be returned to loess.

It must start from spring.