Poems praising poplars 1. Poems praising poplars
1, Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
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 beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake. Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud. Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall. The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
2, "quatrains, short awnings in the shade of ancient trees"
Song dynasty: zhinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Crossing the bridge with crutches, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.
3. Rural residence
Qing Dynasty: Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.
4. "Jinling Baixia Pavilion"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
There are three poplars in the post, just as the door is white.
Yanwu is long, and Hanshui gnaws ancient roots.
Always see me off, look back and smile.
If you see it later, climb over and find Yu Yi.
Three poplar trees outside the post booth are facing Baixia Gate. The mist of Wu shrouded the long willow branches, and the surging Han River gnawed at the ancient willow roots. Looking back at the friends who came to see me off, it's hard to laugh. When you see this willow tree again, climb one for me and give it to me to express your homesickness.
5. Two poems about Zhi Zhu, the first part
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
The Yangliuqing River is wide and flat, and I hear my lover singing on it. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west say it's sunny but sunny.
2. Praise the ancient poems of poplars
1, "Jinling Baixia Pavilion" Tang Dynasty: Three poplars in Li Baiyi Pavilion, just at Baixiamen.
Yanwu is long, and Hanshui gnaws ancient roots. Always see me off, look back and smile.
If you see it later, climb over and find Yu Yi. Three poplar trees outside the post booth are facing Baixia Gate.
The mist of Wu shrouded the long willow branches, and the surging Han River gnawed at the ancient willow roots. Looking back at the friends who came to see me off, it's hard to laugh.
When you see this willow tree again, climb one for me and give it to me to express your homesickness. 2, "Old Pavilion" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Jinling sent the old man to the living room, and the grass was off the road.
The ancient feelings are endless, and I hate the white poplar here. To the south of Jinling, there is an old pavilion with fallen weeds beside it.
Since ancient times, parting is not as good as the water flowing eastward from the Yangtze River, and the poplars here hate Taiwan, which is even more hurtful. 3, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, all of which are dead and alive.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. Poplar is covered by begonia flowers and pear flowers, which is the place where life and death leave.
The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzle in the evening. 4, "Chu Hancheng" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Chuxiong is alone today, and the two cities rely on the old government.
The sunset on the barren platform is full of red leaves, and the autumn wind in the ancient tomb is old poplar. The defeated king of Chu and the victorious king of Han were both driven away by the rain, leaving only two empty cities leaning against each other.
The barren terraces are ruined, and the sunset reflects, making the red leaves thicker and deeper; The graves are desolate and the autumn wind is bleak, making the poplars older and weaker. 5, "Going to Japan" Han Dynasty: Anonymous poplar hates Taiwan and is worried about killing people.
Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason. Poplar trees make a sad sound in the autumn wind, and the sad sound of rustling makes people sad.
I want to go back to my hometown in troubled times, but I can't find my way home.
There are many poems praising poplars.
Poetry 1: Aries praise
There is no trace of Gobi in the Western Regions.
Branches and leaves are withered, and vegetation is separated.
Some grass is pure green, and some trees are dead.
There is no grass on the snowy plain.
Autumn wind calls frost and cold,
Poplar leads green life alone.
You cann't spend the rain in the west,
But it can inhabit in summer.
Poetry 2: Praise of Poplar
Have a tolerant heart
Let the ruthless autumn wind blow down.
Past glory
Those fluttering leaves
a piece
two
Debris flew down.
Willing to entrust yourself to the soil.
Lose the luster of summer
Only a tall and straight body is left.
Proud head
Stand aloof in the wilderness of the East
Poetry 3: Aries praise
Shoot branches and spit leaves all over the sky,
Shade the sun to relieve the heat in summer.
Who wants the autumn wind to sweep the leaves,
Leaves fall back to their roots, cold and warm.
Poetry 4: Ode to the Poplar
Poplar in August,
Tall and straight poplars;
Never bow in a storm.
Poplar in August,
Poplar of the years;
Sharpen a strong character.
Poplar in August,
Lush poplars;
It thrives in the sun.
Poplar in August,
Poplar in the field;
Like soldiers guarding territory.
Poplar in August,
Singing poplars;
Singing happy songs in the breeze.
Poplar in August,
Poetic poplars;
Composed chapters of that poem.
Poetry 5: chanting poplars
Peeking at the smelly crow,
The hot yellow wind fights the sand.
Proud and lonely,
Men's words are straight and oblique.
4. What are the poems praising "Poplar"?
1. Cold food and extravagant hopes
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
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.
2. "I plan to live a sparse life."
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Few people go, and those who come are close.
Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains.
The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages.
I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.
Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.
3. "short song"
Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran
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? Short song,
This short song has fallen 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.
4. "ancient meaning"
Tang Dynasty: 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. Wealth and security can continue and return to protect chastity.
5. "Shu Huai"
Tang Dynasty: Being born after death.
I live on Yi Bei Road, and Fiona Fang has no neighbors for a hundred miles. We don't want each other, but this is an isolated mountain.
Nangang night rustling, pine and cypress poplar. Family members should have dreams, and distant guests have no intestines.
In the cold dew of white grass, in the mountains and the bright moon. Dusk is a bitter song, and cold candles accompany you.
5. Ancient poems describing poplars
1, Cold Food and Wild Hope-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
Poplar is covered by begonia flowers and pear flowers, which is the place where life and death leave.
2, "Go to Japan"-anonymous in Han Dynasty
I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.
Poplar was rustled by the strong wind, as if mourning for himself. In the rustling sound, people's hearts are filled with cold autumn sadness.
3. Car to the East Gate-Anonymous in Han Dynasty
Drive to the east gate overlooking Guo Bei's tomb.
Poplar rustling, pine and cypress wide.
Driving out of Shangdong Gate, looking back to the north of the city, I saw Mangshan Cemetery. Poplar trees in Mangshan cemetery, long wind swaying poplar branches, rustling leaves turning, pine and cypress growing on both sides of the tomb.
4. Three Elegies (Part Two)-Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
The grass on the vast Yuan Ye is yellow, and poplars are swaying in the bleak autumn wind. It was September in first frost, and my relatives sent me to the outer suburbs.
5, "Long Songs"-Tang Dynasty poet Wang Changling
In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.
Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.
The empty leaves are filled with bleak wind, and the leaves are covered with withered wormwood. Tie the reins on the horse. I leaned against the poplar tree. Who knows where my arm is going?
6. Poems praising poplars
Praise of poplar
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.
7. What are the poems praising "Poplar"?
"Cold Food Wild Hope Yin" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's black crow made the tree faint, 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. In the Han dynasty, "those who leave are increasingly sparse": those who leave anonymously are increasingly sparse, and those who come are increasingly close.
Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains. The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages.
I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people. Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.
Short Songs in Tang Dynasty: Why should I be sad when the ancients in Jiao Ran did not 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?
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 meaning" Tang Dynasty: There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient horse-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. "Shu Huai" Tang: Shangshanke died in Yi Bei Road and had no neighbors for a hundred miles.
We don't want each other, but this is an isolated mountain. Nangang night rustling, pine and cypress poplar.
Family members should have dreams, and distant guests have no intestines. In the cold dew of white grass, in the mountains and the bright moon.
Dusk is a bitter song, and cold candles accompany you.