I'm not sad if the ancient people in anxiety don't die. Who was buried for nothing in the misty rain of Jiuyuan?
The same dust, the same finger. Life is like this. What's the difference between floating clouds and running water?
A short song, a short song that will fall forever. Ye Gong Liang Garden is famous, and spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings.
Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death. Ancient Tang Dynasty. There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road.
Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars. Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together.
Wealth and security can continue and return to protect chastity.
2. The famous saying about writing poplar spirit represents a strong and unyielding revolutionary spirit! It symbolizes the determination of border guards to defend the frontier! The straight trunk symbolizes striving for the top, indomitable and unyielding! Its greatness has been praised by countless people! Harmony songs. song
Tang Jiao has escaped.
If the ancients don't die, why should I be sad? On the misty rain nine plains,
Who was buried for nothing? The same dust, the same finger.
Life is like this. What's the difference between floating clouds and running water?
A short song, a short song that will fall forever. Ye Gongliang Garden is very famous.
Spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings. Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death.
Guyi
Don. Changjian
There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road. Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars.
Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together. Prosperity and security can continue and return to protect chastity.
3. Poems praising poplars.
Mao dun
Poplar is really extraordinary, I praise poplar!
The car is driving on the endless plateau, and what jumps into your field of vision is a large yellow-green carpet. Yellow is soil, uncultivated wasteland, and the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; What about green? It is the result of human labor defeating nature, and it is a wheat field. The breeze blew and set off a green wave. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if you are not reminded by the distant peaks side by side (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, the feelings that come to your mind may be "majestic", "great" and so on; At the same time, however, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the "grandeur" or "greatness" of the moment, but another smell lurks in your mind-"monotony". Yeah, right? A little monotonous, isn't it?
However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row of trees far ahead-no, or just three or five, one standing proudly like a sentry, what would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise.
That is poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is really an extraordinary tree.
It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificially added, and there are no side branches within ten feet. Its branches are all upward, and they are close together, like a pile of man-made, and will never be separated from each other. Its broad leaves are also upward piece by piece, and there is almost no slanting, let alone hanging. Its skin is smooth, silvery and slightly blue. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north. Even if it is only as thick as a bowl mouth, it strives to develop upwards, reaching a height of two feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.
This is poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it is by no means an ordinary tree.
It has no swaying posture, no curved branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "dancing" or "leaning out", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in gentleness, not to mention its tenacity and straightness. She is a good husband in the tree. When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting and see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat ground, do you just think it is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least symbolizing the farmers in the north? Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly like this poplar in the vast land behind enemy lines, guarding their hometown? Don't you think that a little further away, the poplar trees with dense branches and leaves are now a symbol of the spirit and will to freely write the history of new China in the North China Plain today?
Poplar is an extraordinary tree, which is very common in the northwest and is not valued, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the simple, strong and progressive spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today.
Let those who look down on the people, despise the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (which is also beautiful) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar. I want to praise the poplar loudly.
4. What are the poems and famous sayings about "Poplar"? There are few famous sayings about poplars, but there are poems about poplars.
Poem about poplar: 1, short song-Tang Jiaoran, why should I be sad when the ancients don't die? Who is Bai's burial place in Jiuyuan misty rain?
The same dust, the same finger. Life is like this. What's the difference between floating clouds and running water?
Short songs, short songs, infinite days have fallen. Ye Gong Liang Garden is famous, and spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings.
Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death. The ancient tomb is full of poplars and places where life and death leave.
2, "ancient meaning"-Tang. When Chang Jian returned to Wangjing, it was dusty. Prosperous and safe, Huibao Town, the ancient horse-herding road and many ancient tombs.
Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars. 3. "Two Slogans to Save the Dead"-Tang Du Fu, Qian, who has not played chess recently, Baguio still passed on the second old poem.
Three years ago, the jade bureau laughed infinitely, but today the poplar is sad four times. 4. Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane-Tang Dynasty. Li Bai Bai Yang Cross Lane, north of Hugou Road.
Wu Guoquan in the Three Kingdoms period was finished, and now only the Tang Dynasty is green. The world changed greatly, and Gong Wei of Wu fell ill.
There were only a few earth cloth bags in the Six Dynasties, and the former nobles are now crying woodcutters and mulberries. 5, "Cold Food Wild Hope"-Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's raven startled the tree, and the Qingming cold food cried.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. 6, "Long Songs"-Tang Dynasty. In the wilderness of Wang Changling, I hate Taiwan, and wormwood roars.
Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms. People in the same robe are old when they meet.
North of Hanjialing, south of Chang 'an Road. There are dead roots under the tree, and there is a squirrel nest on the tree.
The descendants of Emperor Gao are exhausted, and no one will live for a thousand years. Baoyu was found frequently, but the elves could do nothing.
Life needs life, and there is wine, Long song. 7. Three Elegy Poems-Wei and Jin Dynasties. Tao Yuanming will die if he lives, and he will be forced to die sooner or later.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace? But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better! The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
8. "Driving to the East Gate"-Han Dynasty. John Doe drove to the East Gate and looked at Guo Bei's tomb. Poplar rustling, pine and cypress wide.
There are old and dead people, and there are long twilight years. Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years.
The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew. Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid.
Long live and send more, saints can't do it. Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine.
Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous? Introduction to Poplar: Populus alba is a deciduous tree with a height of 15 ~ 30m and gray bark, which is a very common tree.
It can be used as firewood, furniture, purlin and farm tools. * * * There are 4 subspecies.
Strong viability, roadside, next to the ridge, where there is loess, there is its existence.
5. Composition describing the spirit of poplar: praise of poplar
-Mao Dun/Wen () Poplar is really extraordinary, I praise Poplar! When the car is driving on the endless plateau, a large yellow-green carpet jumps into your field of vision; Yellow is soil, virgin land, and the shell of the Loess Plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; What about green? It is the result of human labor defeating nature, and it is a wheat field. The breeze blew and set off a green wave. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if it is not reminded by the distant mountains and peaks side by side, you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, your feelings may be adjectives such as "majestic" or "great". However, at the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the current "grandeur" or "greatness". Yeah, monotonous, a little, right? However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row in front of you,-no, even just three or five plants, one plant, standing proudly like a sentry, what will your drowsiness be like? I let out a cry of surprise at that time! That is poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is really an extraordinary tree! It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificially added, and there are no side branches within ten feet. Its branches are all upward, and they are close together, like a pile of man-made, and will never be separated from each other. Its broad leaves are also upward, with almost no oblique leaves, not to mention upside down; Its skin is smooth, silvery and slightly blue. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north. Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of two feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind. This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree! It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you want to say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "leaning out", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree; But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow has just melted and see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat ground, do you think it is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least symbolizing the farmers in the north? Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly like this poplar in the vast land behind enemy lines, guarding their hometown? Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood on the North China Plain? Poplar is not an ordinary tree. It is very common in the northwest and is not taken seriously, just like farmers in the north; Strong vitality, can't stand torture, can't stand oppression, and farmers in the north. I praise the poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the simple, firm and enterprising spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today. Let those who look down on the people, look down on the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (also tall and graceful) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar, but I will praise the poplar loudly!
6. Poplar's poems love life.
forefinger
Maybe my thin body is like climbing kudzu vine,
Unable to grasp the future of one's own destiny,
Then please listen to my voice in the biting wind and rain,
Still whispering repeatedly: love life.
Maybe after the fierce struggle in life,
I died more peacefully than the lake.
Then please go to the cemetery to find my inscription.
It also says: Love life.
I made up my mind to use pain as a weight,
I have confidence: make Libra with my life.
I want to measure the value of a person's life,
I hope future generations will follow my example: love life.
Indeed, I cherish what belongs to me.
That winding path,
Through this winding path,
I just realized that life is so hard.
I came barefoot like a waif,
I deeply felt the hardness of the hard rocks on the road.
Plus the brambles in the way.
Let me leave blood behind every step.
I walk barefoot like a beggar,
Knowing the hunger and cold in the snow in winter,
As hot as the poisonous sun in summer,
This makes me cherish every trace of warmth a hundred times.
But I have the personality to challenge the old forces,
Although I have experienced setbacks, I will never take it lightly.
I can live tenaciously until now,
That is: believe in the future and love life.
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7. Poems and songs about the selfless dedication of poplars.
I'm not sad if the ancient people in anxiety don't die. Who was buried for nothing in the misty rain of Jiuyuan?
The same dust, the same finger. Life is like this. What's the difference between floating clouds and running water?
A short song, a short song that will fall forever. Ye Gong Liang Garden is famous, and spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings.
Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death. Ancient Tang Dynasty. There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road.
Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars. Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together.
Wealth and peace can be shared, returning home with clothes to protect chastity Author: Poplar Author: Wang Shui's original green dress was blown into gold by the seasonal wind. Once upon a time, the whispers of Yaner and the songs of Yinger had already gone away from the branches, and the sparse leaves seemed to tell the vicissitudes of the years. In spring, you entrust your hopes to Guihong, and in summer, you weave your enthusiasm into beautiful clothes, giving birth to countless dreams. Become a paradise for birds and a hotbed for cicadas. In autumn, you twist your thoughts into lines and express the desolation and tragic loss of the season with a faint moon. In winter, you scattered all the beauty of a tree, facing the snowflakes all over the sky, and you were happily wrapped in silver and fragrant. Now you let the afternoon sun wander, you shake off the dead leaves and merge into light water to flow together.
Chapter II: Poplar in Winter Author: Liu Winter Poplar, facing the first sunrise in winter in the cold wind. No rich makeup, no false appearance; Only a tall and straight heart.
In the white season, snow covers the land in the north. In the cold wind, poplars have a tenacious backbone.
Hold your strong head high, look at the direction of Mount Tai, and let out a cry in your heart. Any snowstorm.
Can't stop the road ahead. A winter poplar is still strong in the ice and snow! Chapter 3: Poplar Author: Today, the leaves of poplars are very dense. What I said was that I saw poplars yesterday, which was a magician's trick. It's hard to know the next moment. Poplar stretched out a hand with one eye, put all the leaves away and put them in the trunk. It is not impossible to stretch out a hand in the mirror, not to mention the mysterious pattern of poplar bark. The trunk is suspiciously plump. This tree is much thicker than last year. Chapter Four: Hu Yangshu! Hu Yangshu Author: Mo Qingli was born and raised in the northwest, firmly settled in the northwest, and continued a race! Hu Yangshu, from the photo, I saw the picture of you fighting the sandstorm. This tragic scene attracted my attention. The bones with white scabs attracted my attention! Hu Yangshu will not die for 3,000 years, but will last for 3,000 years. Aren't you "Long live"? Your breath is whistling among the leaves. You are the best husband in the tree. You are the emperor in the tree! Hu Yangshu's decent kumquat yellow robe and mandarin jacket is the most beautiful dress in your life ... Ah! Hu Yangshu! Hu Yangshu Chapter 5: Hu Yangshu Author: gcq2009 If you are lucky enough to witness a piece of green in the vast desert ravaged by sandstorms, it will be the most extravagant eye contact. At this time, Populus euphratica, as the protagonist, often creates a visually stunning and mixed character image in a desolate background. Even if it is a thousand years, life will not die, and it will not fall and be immortal. This rock-like life, seemingly simple but exquisite, makes all sentient beings stand quietly and become a tough backbone-a vicissitudes of life landscape, carefully carved by wind and frost, hanging on the heavy branches of the years.
So a name is lonely in the dust, and a character is vigorous in the prosperity. Chapter VI: Hu Yangshu Author: Jirentai Hu Yangshu, with a long history of1.300 million years ago, can be charming in the scorching sun, stand tall and straight on the frozen ice, dance in the desert sand, hold out a piece of green in spring and present a golden autumn. Eating salt and alkali three times a day also turns tears into human wealth. Chapter 7: Poplar Author: He Xinyu, you recorded the shape of the north wind with a lofty gesture. Silent, silent to the rising sun.
Although I grew up on a barren plateau, I wore severe frost. New branches will always represent spring.
You have witnessed my growth and I admire your dignity. If the cold wind comes as scheduled, I will still look at you.
The morning glow dyed your smiling face red, and the evening dew soaked your clothes. You embrace the bright moon and bathe in the starlight.
You draw nourishment from the depths of this plateau and stretch out your arms to fly to the sky. With your green attraction, my thoughts soar in the vast universe.
Chapter 8: Under the poplar: There is also an earth bag under the poplar in Yan Lu. In the white song mourning the old man who just left, listening to the old man telling his past joys and sorrows, it is impossible for his children to know that there is still an earthen bag under the poplar. An old man just left behind, listening to the voice of the old man, but listening to the feelings of his children.