It's hard to see the sky and lift it,
Pedestrians are helpless to wear masks.
Where is the smog everywhere?
The ecological environment was destroyed.
Poetry 2: Smoky Winter
Empty days, empty memories
The yellow mist in the sky expresses endless thoughts.
Haze blocks everything and hides everything.
It's bleak in winter, so it's boring to watch.
A barren mind has nowhere to sow spring.
No mountains, no water, no trees, no green.
Tall buildings of the same style are also invisible.
There is still a trace of life in the moving car body.
The bird flying very low, what are you looking for?
Looking for a little green plant in the room, the owner is watering it.
Invite you to be a guest.
Poetry 3: Smoky Days
Dust obscured the view.
The joy of driving on the road
The traffic jam was swept away.
See the smiling face of the sun in the dim light
Across the sky.
Getting off the bus is a belated blessing.
Pots, bowls and tea trays are rolling and working.
Friends and family are bustling.
Send away those who leave and welcome those who come.
See the joy from the heart
Eyebrow stretching
Happiness looms in the temple.
People who are worried at the same time
octogenarian
Still seem so naive.
The money is hidden in the pocket.
On the contrary, there is no feeling of abundance.
What is lacking is a spirit.
It lobbies everyone.
Evil thoughts are like truth.
Fool people who don't know the truth
I soon forgot all my footprints.
Open your greedy belly
Raw materials and garbage pile up together.
Keep your eyes on it.
soft diet
Swallow toxins that are difficult to excrete.
A madman
Standing on the cliff crazily.
I'm too slow to stop.
look around
Where is the civilization advocated?
Only draw exclusive boundaries.
During the long journey
Malignant growth, self-expansion
The sorrow of human nature is distorted without awakening.
For years, I have been interacting with the darkness.
Squeeze out the sunshine and warm up.
The reverse road was destroyed.
Haze enveloped the earth.
Every corner suffers from it.
Seek protection in despair
I saw the harmony between man and nature.
Sad question
When will this situation be cured?
Poem 4: Water Regulation Course and Haze
The fog is three thousand miles, and the traffic is like cattle.
Thousands of trees and flowers fell from the branches when the cold wave struck.
Who knows when the world will be bumpy and the environment will be seriously polluted?
The first frost is far away, and the rime is autumn.
Worry is hard to break, hate is hard to accept, and my head is white.
The road to governance, environmental protection departments should take the lead.
Go to Wushan Snow, sleepwalk in Huashan Sunrise, and go to Shengshi New Building.
China is uneven, and the policy has changed to China. ?
Poetry 5: Smog
doubt
Command thousands of troops
Strong input
Innocent children
Locked in the house by it
Don't go out.
Blue sky and sunshine
On the children's drawing board
colorful
Innocent laughter
Repetitive question
When will the smog dissipate?
The sky is silent
The earth is speechless.
They're choking.
hold it
Pollution and plunder
Calm down.
Those fiery greed
Slow down.
People are in a hurry.
When it's all over.
We can't breathe.
Poetry 6: Smog
Haze, light fog, floating dust, smoke,
Looking at the city in the outer suburbs, it is gray and dark.
The spring tide is hard to disperse,
The sun shines on the world.
Many patients are harmful to health,
Strengthen environmental protection and pay less attention to medical care.
The dream of reunification is a reality,
Afforestation is preferred.
Poetry 7: Smog
Winter or spring?
Your figure is all there.
Gone with the Wind
East corner or mulberry corner
Your figure is all there.
fly round and round
Northland or Western Regions
Your figure is all there.
calmly
City or country
Your figure is all there.
Life and growth in nature
There is no sun or moon.
But enough to make the stars pale.
Wandering around day and night
A little far
Not close
Not high/good
Not low
Your figure has always been there.
Let the world feel suffocated
Holding your hand
But I can't see you.
Let the nearest distance be the farthest distance.
Lovers turn away.
Not because I don't love it.
It's all because of you
The meeting of scenes turned into a tragedy.
This is not fate.
That's because of you.
You or me.
Male or female
Old or young?
Rich or poor?
The smog is still there.
Waiting for everyone to clean up.
Let's stick together.
make concerted efforts
Charge the smoke
Our home will be more beautiful.
Poetry 8: Rushing out of the smog
White fog clouds suffocated the dome,
Smoke billows, no one lives.
Hum, hum, hum, hum,
The Monkey King's golden eyes are dim.
The moon Chang 'e looks at the yellow sand,
Weaver Girl in Hehan is disappointed with civilization.
Who will give me Han back to Qinghe,
Pangu wielded an axe to chop down the vault.
Poetry about smog in listed color pictures? Color map?
Make up a poem about smog, be sure to be original! Lasha watches bloom warm in spring.
The helplessness and obscurity behind the yarn.
Qingshan Xiushui used to be beautiful.
Now the fog is the same.
Who can help write a poem about smog? There is a song on the Internet, which is adapted from Love Trading and should solve your problem.
Poems about Wusong: Rime in Jilin
Sun dezhen
There is no shadow of spring outside the forest for the time being, and the cold crystal is passing away.
Carve jade and bury it in thousands of feet, and the flying graupel will become a flower and press ten thousand plants.
Sooner or later, the fog will open, and you will be drunk if you are drunk.
This poem is so forbearing that the mountain master asked, "Jing Shu is a beautiful city." .
A limerick about preventing smoke,
Fan Zi's name changed again and again.
Fog covered the makeup moon,
The haze symbol drives the short axis.
Poems about the foggy weather every day in winter are suffocating, and they rush into the sea for five days. -Du Fu's cloud gate turned to shore, blocking the cloudy and cold weather. -Du Fu
There is no sight in the forest, and the fog and rain are hazy. -Su Shi
Born slightly between mountains and seas, sitting in the fog. -Su Shi
I don't care about fog, valley, pine and cypress, but I'm afraid of rainbow beams and lotus flowers. -Su Shi
The poem of rime beyond the Great Wall is foggy and misty. The north and south of the river are gray. Poetry 1: Smog
It's hard to see the sky and lift it,
Pedestrians are helpless to wear masks.
Where is the smog everywhere?
The ecological environment was destroyed.
Poetry 2: Smoky Winter
Empty days, empty memories
The yellow mist in the sky expresses endless thoughts.
Haze blocks everything and hides everything.
It's bleak in winter, so it's boring to watch.
A barren mind has nowhere to sow spring.
No mountains, no water, no trees, no green.
Tall buildings of the same style are also invisible.
There is still a trace of life in the moving car body.
The bird flying very low, what are you looking for?
Looking for a little green plant in the room, the owner is watering it.
Invite you to be a guest.
Ask for a poem of smog (smog)
It's hard to see the sky and lift it,
Pedestrians are helpless to wear masks.
Where is the smog everywhere?
The ecological environment was destroyed.
(hazy winter)
Empty days, empty memories
The yellow mist in the sky expresses endless thoughts.
Haze blocks everything and hides everything.
It's bleak in winter, so it's boring to watch.
A barren mind has nowhere to sow spring.
No mountains, no water, no trees, no green.
Tall buildings of the same style are also invisible.
There is still a trace of life in the moving car body.
The bird flying very low, what are you looking for?
Looking for a little green plant in the room, the owner is watering it.
Invite you to be a guest.