An example of a fourth-grade modern poem about plum blossoms is as follows:
1. "Plum Blossoms" Modern·Shi Guanghua: The scrolls are packed away by bare hands, and a vase is waiting in the room, with a snow-colored face behind him. He is in harmony with the wood, and his clothes are taken off in the mirror. The fragrance lingers slowly, the stone next to it is green and black outside the wall for a night, and the shadows in the clear water all around are very moving.
The snowy weather is at the end of the year and the days are clear. The pure jade is turned into good wine and the windows are opened. The surface of the silk is becoming softer and gentler. People and flowers are together. The wax fire at night is in it and the fragrance nourishes the lungs. The color of the flowers caused the chill on the skin to dissipate from the book. On the edge of the blooming mountain, I can see the porcelain in the room is dark and dark. The landscape in the middle hall is withered and yellow, and the hands that folded the flowers are left in the flowers.
2. "White Plum Blossoms Under the Snow" Modern Dieyi: Under the snow, the white plum blossoms, their beauty is white and mysterious, and they are still in the soil. Who heard that it once longed for the sun, its warm voice was so eager, but it was surrounded by cold smoke and desert. The sad dead souls return to the wilderness, only to be in vain and helpless. In the dimness, they will always be alone and hopeless. In the shimmering light of stars and the snow beside the water, my soul has sunk.
3. "Plum Blossom" Modern Remer: Plum blossoms spit out stamens from dead branches, and the thinker's head blooms at night. When the light encounters stronger light, they merge and flow through the rocks. The plum blossoms have rotted when the dead branches turn green, bees are humming under the roads, squares and clear skies.
4. "The Plum Blossoms Bloom" Modern·Jiang Jing: The plum blossoms bloomed, but the stems and leaves withered because of longing. The road of life has many twists and turns because of avoidance. A beautiful and sad curve has been achieved. In the vast snow-capped mountains in the dream, pure plum blossoms are blooming quietly. Just like the person I love deeply, in that cold season, she smiles proudly at Leng Xue, as if she is the spokesperson of winter, confirming the mottled years and the vicissitudes of life, and seems to be interpreting Mei's character, Mei's joy, anger, sorrow and joy to the world. .