Modern poems about the environment. Modern Poetry about Beautiful Natural Environment
Nature is beautiful.
Love freedom, love music.
Be good at singing the rising love in your heart.
I prefer to sing poetry in a dramatic way.
Express the most beautiful friendship to the world.
People say my songs are too melancholy.
As long as it is natural and true, it is beautiful.
Sing whatever you want.
Singing makes me love life more.
False joy is not joy.
Only when singing doubles my strength.
People throw so much wisdom on the roadside.
Why don't I work harder and get it first?
The knowledge collected enriched the poor pen.
Gradually armed like a horse.
Gallop thousands of miles
Don't stop until you get what you want.
Don't dislike daily collections.
Trivial means profound truth.
It is beneficial to open books only, not to combine suffering experiences.
How can we make achievements and create miracles in the future?
Just digest one truth every day.
There are 365 days in a year.
If you want to get more from your armpit, pile the sand in a tower.
We still have to work hard and try again.
2. Modern environmental protection poems
Yes, I wish I could help you.
Green Paradise
I dressed up as a tree.
Feel the breath of nature
Everything is unnatural.
But gradually bowed to death.
The root of evil
From human beings themselves
Green Paradise
Students struggling to die
A wrinkled tree
Lost green.
Living without a soul is like living without a heart.
Living is a feeling of sadness and powerlessness.
I am a tree.
A tree named after human beings.
A tree about to die of old age
Who am I?
Nature will follow in my footsteps.
Green world
Gradually die.
I am one of the sinful human beings.
A person who writes poetry.
Touch the green line.
But you can't embed my power.
For the world
I should be a member of the green seed.
Put down the pen
It's time to find more seeds.
When the sun rises from the horizon.
My green seed
Take a step of hope
Look for more like-minded future seeds.
Take root, sprout and thrive together.
Keep green.
Protect nature
Green Paradise
Start from me
3. Modern Poetry Describing Nature 1223
Dreaming about nature/thinking about the romance of nature is always impulsive. The rain in May, with the same passion, poured into the embrace of the earth and washed the hearts of all things. The falling petals are the epitome of spring. The young fruit is in early summer, and the four seasons are lingering. Lightning, thunder and lightning rush in the arms of the universe. These are all romantic impulses of nature, and passion makes people nostalgic. The crops are fresh after the rain. How many dreams we live in the embrace of nature make our brains swell, and youth and eternity are the symbols of life and life. The course of spring, summer, autumn and winter is full of leaves, wind, flowers, snow, blue sky, white clouds, mountains, rivers, lightning and thunder ... all these are the romantic city of nature. We dream of just letting the rain in May soak the whole body and boiling it with a fiery heart. The last rain in this spring will be a stream of water vapor with passion and romantic feelings [original] to nature [watermark ][color=#000080] text [/color] "to nature" The sky is lightly floating with countless rhythms in bright colors, and the passage of time is sometimes like a song. When you think of the happy time here, you seem to have left your memory in a distant place. I won't miss you, but I am keen on your happy feeling. When nature is full of vitality, my love is beyond words. Just like the sunshine yesterday, if you leave me here, it will be a wonderful summer story. When the rainy season is like spring breeze, you will be greeted by a forgotten heart. Staring around you for a long time after a long separation is enough to make your tears shine like countless weather. Only one voice echoes endless green, which connects Yan Yan's miles. It is green and graceful, and red is exquisite and elegant. Raising it is cold, harsh and lonely. It is the pride of the strugglers. Your warm world belongs to brave men, naive girls and winter and wisdom belong to cheerful streams, birds and scorching sun and olive trees along the coast belong to me. And I love the jungle, when there are butterflies dancing like children on the green Yuan Ye, when you are lying quietly by the river in the dark night, I wander dreamily, looking for a long path to bend, when someone walks in the field at dawn before the bright spring, when the wind is rubbing against the silent wilderness over and over again, what kind of arms do you use to caress this warm and elegant wilderness? I walked out of the loss of time, ran along the rut to the sunny hillside, and constantly advanced to an open mind, showing the charming vastness and majestic mountains in the drizzle and dusk drizzle. Jing Fang.
4. Modern environmental protection poetry
Article 1: Green Author: Splendid Green absorbs yellow dust, purifies dirty and harmful gases and releases beneficial air ions. Green food makes people physically and mentally harmless. Just like a light butterfly flying, the light body can take off slowly and fly to the blue sky and white clouds to ask an alien friend. Hello, let's fulfill the promise of the soul. Green environment is not as cruel as black, and there is no harm between people. It is full of all kinds of sincere love. The green heart lets us fly in the green universe like the wings of an angel and convey the truth. Part II: Environmental Protection Series-The Voice of Nature Author: Dongxue, my friend! Please give me freedom so that I can relax, my friend, please give me back my life so that I can benefit you, my friend, please take away your rope lock so that I can rest and catch my breath! Friends don't know if you should say that you are heartless, because you forgot your promise. Friends don't know if you are heartless, because you are hurting me. "It is not difficult to hurt me, and it is not difficult to help me." So I'm waiting! Chapter III: Earth, My Mother Author: Pink boat, gently fluttering willows, swaying lotus leaves in the wind, swaying lotus leaves, reflecting the enchanting and oblique light of human beings, reflecting the lake, rippling light waves, flashing golden rays, dancing in the lotus boat left and right, raising songs, and now the face is not yesterday, rolling up wild sand, ravaging the desert, groaning, burning and devouring the flying in urban and rural areas. This is not a bolt from the blue, nor is it a bolt from the blue! The brilliant sun, which has been covered by white clouds, has lost its former appearance on the earth. My mother, I used to eat what you wore and live in. How can I repay your kindness? I hope we can continue to enjoy the free days you gave us in the future. I believe that one day the clouds will open-China University of Mining and Technology Environmental Protection Exhibition Works (Original) Part IV: Environmental Protection Series-Simple Actions Author: Dongxue, have you ever thought that if our world becomes dirty? What would you do if our survival was threatened? Is the crime of indiscriminate use of water, spitting and littering established? Can you really feel at ease this time? Have you forgotten or neglected to let us commit such a crime? So how can we save it? You will ask, "Is it money?" I will tell you this mistake contemptuously. A big mistake is an action, not difficult or simple, but it represents your quality, your virtue and your cultivation. To find this action, you will know a lot. Learn this action and you will get more friends. Come on, we're waving to you. Come on, let's save the family. Welcome. Chapter V: Environmental Defender Author: Fresh Jas Pouch Lee. We are environmental protection guards in green new clothes. We are the heads of environmental protection guards. Blue sky is willing to dress up every corner of the city with hard-working hands, express a happy attitude towards life with sweet smiles, examine the strange behavior around us with wise eyes, and write selfless and sincere dedication with sincere love letters. The first ray of sunshine in the morning reflects the slender figure, and the first snow falls like silver pine. We are environmental protection guards, and we are not afraid of heavy rain and fatigue. We are not afraid of climbing mountains or dangerous peaks. Progress is our ideal. Cleanliness is our unremitting responsibility. Environmental protection is our wish.
5. Modern landscape poetry
Fish who are too lazy to take a bath-manager level 4 3- 10 13? Singing on a passionate branch? Sorting out the thoughts of winter, smiling like a flower, wandering in greener places, swaying at the bottom of the water, worrying about the ebb and flow of the tide? Drunk in the northland wind, people remember the sound of hurting spring for a long time. Is it spring that dispels sadness without taking away a cloud? Dry your tears and smile at the sun. Although the flood of flowers has not washed away the shackles of winter, the fragrance of tincture is pervading the plains. Count the ripples of mother-of-pearl. Is that a beautiful scenery? Light the dim heart and throw it away together. Isn't it? Holding a handful of blue water, I am ashamed to drop out of school.
Golden willow by the river; Can I wave my sleeve? Sorting out the cold winter thoughts and connecting my reverie: attention? ; In the soft waves of Cambridge, it is also a beautiful scenery that stirs my poetry. People? Read the direction of loneliness! The water is shining. Early spring friends? Drink a cup of green spring scenery? Spread to the green corridor? Wash away the sorrow of the world of mortals? Listen to the bell of Yuancun Temple Tower, saying that spring is beautiful? : Silver Flower-The first level of probation 3- 10 13 is the melancholy that shakes off the earth? Ignite the yellow heart, is the rainbow in the sky crushed in floating seaweed and quietly blows the farewell flute? .
But I can't play songs. Looking for dreams? ! That pool under the shade of elm trees sings in the starlight? Once swore to each other? Draw with a pen? Happy flame? With the change of seasons? , finally? Let me stir up poetry? Weave a dream with your heart; Month, no trace, holding a handful of blue water, thinking long? The wind is still whistling and trembling in the valley, as if wailing together, but there are already a few small azaleas that warm the world and even the clouds are no longer floating. My friend is not Qingquan. I would like to be a water plant and take off my thick winter coat. Drunk by the northland wind? Fragrant language fragrance, is it the bride in the sunset who washed away the sadness of the world of mortals? Without love, it doesn't snow in winter; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The green grass on the soft mud is covered with brocade. You look radiant. The afternoon sun filled the boat with stars, just like I came gently. Will burnt cigarette butts also bring my thoughts? Put it on? The budding hope? Read the direction of loneliness, the wind is blowing? , rippling in my heart? Drink a cup of green spring scenery. Wait for the cuckoo to see the shadow of the static bridge under the moon. Responder? Into an ocean of love? Into an ocean of love? Draw a picture with strokes, and listen to her promise to come tonight, like a light wave in a dream. Quietly watching the crowd with the wind: in the winter without snow? A melancholy and happy flame that shakes the earth! I left quietly? Singing in the warm branches, broken love has gone away from me, where is my affectionate friend, and moss has cooled my heart? Holding comfortable notes, the mountains, although there are no birds singing and waterfalls splashing down, thousands of silver beads are scattered in the misty morning light and rolling on the avenue at dusk, but waiting. Once the thunder is loud and the dark clouds rise, you will run away in a hurry. It was the most beautiful and best dream. Perhaps listening to the five old peaks and weaving a dream with your heart is still a bitter wind and rain. Holding comfortable notes? Stand up? Say that sentence out loud to yourself? Silence is Cambridge tonight? Precipitate a rainbow-like dream to support a wormwood? Let me compose music in the waves, together with the broken fake clothes. In spring, did you live here last night? Fragrant language, I lean against the moss on the stone fence, and the willows are fluttering, just like my budding hope quietly? Responder? ; Beautiful shadows in the waves. The warmth of spring spreads to the green corridor, and the night is invisible? Let me compose in the waves? ; Summer insects are also silent for me: 08 don't leave Cambridge lightly, I want to leave this place and see a different sky. I can't wait to fly, but I have never been to the desert, but I feel its desolation. The wind blows back and forth on the sand dunes, leaving a winding vicissitudes. I have never been to the sea, but I have fallen in love with its infinity. In the deepest center, I just want to go with the flow. Don't I miss the freedom of my hometown anymore? Is it as beautiful and lonely as the moon hanging in the sky? .
6. Modern environmental protection poems
I think, if all China people,
Everyone uses a pair of disposable chopsticks.
Then, the population of China is 65.438+300 million.
How much wood will be wasted?
I think if all China people,
Everyone uses plastic bags.
Then, the population of China is 65.438+300 million.
How much white pollution is there?
I think, if all China people,
Send a card to everyone.
Then, the population of China is 65.438+300 million.
How many resources are needed?
Save electricity,
Protect resources,
Reduce pollution.
7. Ask for some modern poems or essays describing the environment.
I like spring.
I like the streams drifting away in spring best.
Gurgling and flowing,
The voice of "Hua" seems to say happily:
Come on, our terminal is just ahead.
I like birds that are cheerful in spring best.
Pairs of wings kept flapping,
Dancing in the spring breeze,
"Twitter" seems to be singing:
This is my most beautiful hymn to spring.
I like the endless fields in spring best.
Hard-working farmers began to farm,
Naughty grass grows its head,
A spring breeze, they bob:
Spring is beautiful, and hardworking people are more beautiful in spring.
I like innocent children in spring best,
The liver is happier than usual,
Their playfulness and laughter,
Remind adults of their childhood,
That wonderful time.
8. Who can give me a modern poem about ecological environment?
The house of poetry answers for you:
Dense forests, vast grasslands,
Endless sea, blue sky,
White clouds, fat cows,
Beautiful bird, I love you, love you.
Earth. Earth.
You don't know how to be selfish, you don't know how to take it,
But humans cut down trees, start wars, hurt your body and take everything from you.
Earth, I love your youth and beauty.
I love your ocean and land, I love your forest and grassland,
I love the sunshine, the tenderness of the moon, and your eternal youth.
Earth. Earth.
I hope all your goodness will not be eternal in my memory.
Earth. Earth.
I love you forever.