Poems about scenery, modern poems 1. Modern landscape poetry
1, autumn night on the river
Liu Dabai (China)
The homing bird, although hooked, still brings the sunset back.
Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river;
Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments.
2. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"
Haizi (China)
From tomorrow on, be a happy person; Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
Starting from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables; I have a house facing the sea, which is warm in bloom in spring; Starting from tomorrow, correspond with every relative; Tell them my happiness.
That happy lightning told me; I will tell everyone; Give every river and mountain a warm name; Stranger, I also bless you;
May your future be bright; May you have a lover, and all shall be well. May you be happy on earth; I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
3. Autumn Moon
Xu Zhimo (China)
It's also the moonlight shining tonight, because we are all looking up.
Look at it, full of charm, rising from the clouds, as black as a mob-
It looks extraordinarily bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds;
It is on the eaves of the ancient city, and thousands of city bricks are in its glory.
4. "Cool autumn moistens the scenery this morning."
Shejiang Hongfan (China)
Autumn has come, with harvest and joy;
You are gone, your eyes are moist and sad;
Take away the autumn wind and the desolation of your brow;
Lost in the garden, a touch of vigorous green, you follow the last lamp;
Near dawn, autumn is crisp, and the scenery this morning is wet.
5. "Wind is an unnecessary landscape"
Author: July. Sunspot (China)
I looked down at the past time and found some peace in a locked drawer.
Sometimes, I am used to holding my head high, whether I look at the clouds in the sky or the distant scenery.
One day, my father asked me to find my childhood among a group of ants, where there were some footprints I lost. I suddenly lost the courage to look up.
I don't look up anymore. Of course, I will still quietly look at some refracted reflections on the calm lake.
2. Modern landscape poems
1 Don't leave Cambridge again, just like I have been here gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. People who look at the scenery look at you on the bridge. The bright moon decorated your window. You decorated other people's dreams. The afternoon sun lit up the dark atrium. The flame of happiness spread to the green corridor. The fragrant language and fragrance shocked the melancholy and budding hope. Singing in the warm branches, holding comfortable notes, reading the lonely direction, operating the winter fantasy. Created a sea of love, but also intoxicated by the wind in the north, washed away the sorrow of the world of mortals. After drinking a handful of blue seawater and drawing a cup of green spring scenery, let me stir up the double pulp of poetry, weave a dream with my heart, let me compose a movement in the waves, ignite a dim heart, and the happy flame spread to the green corridor. Fragrant language and fragrance shook the earth, and melancholy and budding hope sang in the passionate branches. Grasp the comfortable notes, understand the lonely trend, understand the thoughts of winter, conjure up the ocean of love, revel in the wind in the north, and wash away the sadness of the world of mortals. Drink a glass of blue sea water, draw a picture with strokes, let me weave a dream with my heart, and let me compose a movement in the waves. Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837) charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up! Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness. Please come out, as the morning star in the north, and meet the morning glow goddess in the north! Last night, do you still remember that there was heavy snow and the sinister sky was shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. You sat there bored, but now ... Oh, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it unfolds like a tapestry on Yuan Ye.
Large tracts of snow are shining with sunshine, and only transparent Woods are darkening. The branches of fir trees glow green in the frost: the frozen river is bright.
The whole room was illuminated by amber. The newly lit fire crackled pleasantly.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time. However, should you ask someone to put the brown horse on the sled as soon as possible? Dear friends, riding lightly all the way lets us slide through the early morning snow.
Let the fierce horses run, and let's visit the open fields. The forest, the river bank, which grew not long ago, is so kind to me.
2 Thick plum tree (Su 1895—— 1925) The thick plum tree blooms with the arrival of spring, and its golden branches grow like curly hair. Sweet dew, dripping along the bark; Leave a spicy green mark, shiny silver.
Satin-like spikes sparkle under the dew, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the residual snow melts, on the grass near the roots, a silver stream flows happily all the way.
The thick plum trees spread their branches, emitting charming fragrance, golden green traces and reflecting the sun. The stream raised the waves of broken jade, splashed on the thick plum branches, bounced the strings under the cliff and sang for her affectionately.
3 Tree frost by the window (US 1874- 1963) The tree by my window, the tree by the window, I close the window when night falls; But never close the curtains, lest you and I be separated. You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground. You are as erratic as a floating cloud. Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue is not profound.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you. If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm.
On that day, fate was a child's play, which linked us together: you were influenced by the external climate and I was stimulated by the internal wind and rain.
3. Modern landscape poetry
Poetry 1: On the Autumn River
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
Poetry 2: Spring Dream
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Poetry 3: the effect in the small forest of the city
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Poetry 4: Sunset in Qiu Jiang
Xishan left a mouth.
Birds come back together.
Two veins of autumn water, falling light
The boat drew in the net and took the fish home.
Wind-driven reed flying
When you sigh, you are tired.
Always hate the reminder of the years.
Relax and sing a song.
Sadness and happiness fall into your hands.
My heart is chasing the sunset glow.
Poetry 5: Pushing Open the Door of Spring
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Poetry 6: Lucky Bamboo
Silence in a tall glass bottle
Before the new leaves are pulled out
The old one has long since dropped.
What's left is
Part of it turns white, yellow and dark green.
What a barren green branch
How about that?
To grow very vigorously.
Curled up at the bottom of the vase
Carrying all life.
The rustling of leaves in the wind.
What is it saying?
It brought me nothing.
Why is it called lucky bamboo?
This is just a comfort in my heart.
Poetry 7: Wind
It was the wind that intoxicated me that night,
Look at the stars on the horizon,
There is a quiet river under the light.
It flows away alone,
It goes through the forest,
It, through the silence,
It, through the noise,
It, through love.
This flows quietly into the distance.
The early morning breeze is cool and fresh, and there is the joy of rebirth.
Poetry 8: This spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
4. Modern landscape poems
Spring dream/
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
autumn
He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Autumn-Haizi
Our bones are lying on the ground
Write on the beach: youth. And then go on, old father.
After a long time, the direction was interrupted.
Animal-like fears fill our poems.
Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time?
Cover up our bones lying on the ground—
Autumn is coming.
Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.
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On the streets in autumn
I can't find the rain lane.
No chance to see lilacs.
A girl with an oil-paper umbrella
On the bank of willow trees
Nowhere to find traces of spring.
A bustling metropolis
Only the whistle came to my ears.
You will never hear the songs of birds and insects, including Qiu Chan.
5. Modern landscape poems
I'll help you,,,
Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Smell Yiduo's stagnant water;
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
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.
6. Poems about the scenery 6 Ancient poems and modern poems about the scenery should be done before 7 o'clock.
Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake (Tang Dynasty) Baijuyi Gushan Temple is located in the north of Jiating West, with flat water surface and low cloud feet. A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and new swallows peck at spring mud. Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes. I like a lake that doesn't face east. Among the green trees, there are white sand dikes. In spring, Zhu Shengtian looks for fragrance, and the water bank is boundless. Once, he knew that the east wind was full of colors. In the east of the city, spring is always early. The spring scenery of Juyuan Yang poets is clear, with green willows and yellow half-jagged. If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out. -The roses in the yard smell good. "Summer Drought and Bitter Heat" by the Song Dynasty poet Wang Ling: The breeze can't kill the heat, and the sunset flies to the top of the mountain. People are already afraid that the rivers and seas will dry up, and the sky will not hesitate. Qin Guan, a poet in the Song Dynasty, took a cold bath: chasing the willow outside with a raft, painting a bed on the south bank of the bridge. In the moonlight, the boats and flutes are staggered, and the wind will make the lotus fragrant. A Summer Night by Yang Wanli, a poet in the Song Dynasty, is sometimes very cold, just windy. In midsummer, Nan Ting Si Xin, a poet in Tang Dynasty, Meng Haoran: The mountain light in the west suddenly goes out, and the lake in the east starts from the moon. It's cool at night, open my window and lie down quietly. The wind brings me the fragrance of lotus flowers, and the bamboo leaves drip music with dew. I will pick up my lute and play it, but, alas, who here will understand? . Feeling this, I miss my old friend, and I dream of working in the middle of the night. -Sui's autumn poem "Bamboo in front of the sun". Night insects help build bricks, and lamp moths fly around candles. Late autumn poems are sad and close to the late scenery. I look forward to the cold stage. The wet court condenses and falls. The wind blows locusts. The sun is still cold. Clouds at night are more hazy. Poor goose is flying in the air. A lotus in the autumn pond is full of respect for autumn, and Ling Bo alone spits red. A thousand footpaths with no footprints, a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-Snow Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue is not cold in winter, how can it be cold in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Tang Luwen's "Meng Dong Pu Jin Guan He Ting" is blue in the cold, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Jiao's Song of Bitter Cold.
7. Modern poetry (or Song Ci) describing scenery.
Violette heard it.
Guoqiang
Where the wind can reach.
Touch the purple life
I happened to hear violets.
Strolling between the windows of skyscrapers.
Swing a new song leisurely
Such elegant violets.
Floating high in the air
It's too late to work hard.
Jiao Ying passed by an hour ago.
Bloom who took it won the most.
The impact caused fog.
It's more attractive to wear red for a haircut.
Happiness is the golden armor of happiness.
Precious happiness that is taking off.
This is an old book that has been read for a long time.
A tunnel through the whole century.
That is an extinct spiritual beauty.
Solemn hands hold warmth.
Purple has become a colorful pioneer.
The golden thread connecting soul and emotion.
The era of welding youth
Explore her unique femininity
Reveal the mystery of violets
Constant knowledge of ancient literature
The excitement of defeating truth
Violette is a beautiful girl.
Where dreams are born.
I'm telling you, all dreams are real.
Hear the love of violets
The Book of Songs Xiaoya Chu Ci
Spring came late,
Flowers and trees are growing.
Cang Geng hehe,
Adopt Qi Qi.
8. Poems describing scenery
Spring.
Recalling Jiangnan Baijuyi, the sunrise is as red as fire, and the riverside is as green as blue. In the month, Zhongshan Temple listens to Guizi, and the county pavilion watches the tide on the pillow.
Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the lack of eastward travel of the lake and the white sand embankment under the shade of green trees.
Han Yu in Chun Xue didn't bloom in the New Year, but she was surprised to see the grass buds in early February. Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.
In the early spring, the rain in Hanyutian Street is crisp and the grass color is near but not far. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
At the end of spring, the spring that Han knows will come back soon, with all kinds of red and purple. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
When will Xu Fushuang fly back to the spring lake? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom. After a few days of rain, the river rose and flooded the small bridge, so people could not cross the river. At this time, a boat slowly sailed out from the shade of willow trees.
Jiang Nanchun's quatrains Du Mu's thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and Shuizhaishan's fruit wine is the flag wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
Bodhisattva's spring water in Wei Zhuang is brighter than dawn, painting a boat and listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow.
summer
I saw [Qing] Yuan Mei shepherd boy riding a yellow cattle, and his song inspired Lin Yue.
Suddenly want to catch the song of the tree, immediately stop singing and stand by the tree silently. Midsummer [Tang] In the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River, it rains like a river.
Dew orange drops golden bullets, banana spits white lotus. [Tang] Jia Lang edited Xia Meng in the South of the Yangtze River and Planting Bamboo Shoots.
Qi is a castle and frog is an orchestra. Koike [Song] Yang Wanli's eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water.
As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp corner, a dragonfly stood on it. Summer Scenery [Tomorrow] At first glance, the scenery and rain in Zhu Zhanji are refreshing, with jade waves rippling and bridges painted flat.
Swallows wear curtains well, while idle gulls flood lightly. Xia Yi [Song] bid farewell to Ming Xia, and the pomegranate is full of curtains.
The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. When I listened to cicada [Tang], there was a new sound in the shadow of green locust, and the fog was thin and the wind was uneven.
When you hear the Tao, you are always depressed and worried about the people. Six words in summer [Song] The breeze rises in the west and the moon falls all over the sky.
Several boats crossed Pukou, and a flute sounded in front of the mountain. The mountain pavilion is high in summer, the trees are dark and long in summer, and the balcony reflects into the pool.
The crystal curtains are blowing gently, and the roses are fragrant. In summer, when it was raining [Tang], Pei Du went upstairs to escape from the midsummer, and everything was dusty.
Across the street, when it rains, it thunders against the tree. The eaves are sparse and the cobwebs are heavy, and the ground is wet and muddy.
After singing, the breeze rises and the lotus fragrance fills the neighborhood. Autumn.
"Autumn Ci" Tang. Liu Yuxi's mountain is clear in first frost at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. When you try to find bones in tall buildings, it's as crazy as spring. Zhang Tang, "Qiu Si", was born in Luoyang City and saw the autumn wind, which made him want to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Autumn moon song. The Qingxi River in Cheng Hao passes Bishantou, with empty water and fresh autumn. Three miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds and red leaves are two long.
In the Mid-Autumn Moon in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi collected all the twilight clouds, and silver and Han silently turned to the jade plate. If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
"Autumn" Song Chenghao is leisurely and leisurely, and he is already red when he sleeps. Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time.
Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation. Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.
Night berth Jiande Jiangtang Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
"Autumn Night" Tang Du Muyin painted a cold screen with a candle and a small fan flapping at fireflies. Day and night are as cool as water. Sit and watch the morning glory and Vega.
Du Mu, who travels in the mountains, is far away from the cold mountains, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
winter
Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousand paths without footprints.
A boat, a bamboo cloak, fishing alone. "Night Snow" Bai Juyi has been stunned by the cold pillow, and the window is bright and bright.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. "Note that Lu Meipo may have no snow or spirit, but there is snow and no poetry.
The sunset poem is full of snow all day, and Mei is ten springs. Xue Mei, Lu Meipo and Xue Mei refused to surrender for the sake of spring, so the poet's pavilion was reviewed.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. After the snow fell in the mountains, Zheng Xie (Qing) opened its doors in the morning, covered with snow, with clear clouds and cold sunshine.
There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness. Looking at the snow, Yang Wanli (Song) sat and looked deep, and the dusk was cold.
I'm tired of dancing in the air, and the slightest wind is busy. I don't hesitate to give everything I have, calling it plum blossom and jade without fragrance.
Money cooks people into soup cakes in exchange for fireworks sausages. Look at the sound in the snow (Qing dynasty), the evening is cold, and the fields hate Taiwan.
The stream is deeply uncomfortable with snow, and the mountains are frozen and cloudless. Seagulls and herons can't tell when they fly, but Sha Ting looks at them.
There are some trees in the wild bridge, which are not white. Bai Juyi was stunned by the night snow, and the window was bright again.
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time.