Modern poems describing willow trees

Willow is a beautiful plant. Since ancient times, people have attached many different emotions to the willow tree, which moves people's hearts. The following is a modern poem describing the willow tree. Let's enjoy it together! Modern poems describing willow trees 1

The flowering willow tree

The cold wind howls across the hills,

The forest sea is all bare.

The pink willow tree Where is the green?

Only the branches are covered with frost.

Recalling the beauty of those beautiful flowers,

Competing towards the sunny spring and catching butterfly waves.

Now Our best friends,

Thank you to Xifeng for getting rid of the extravagant clothes.

Leng gave a strong compliment to Wu Yi,

I went back to Pu Zhigu to be busy.

How can you be afraid of refining it in a kiln and turning it into charcoal?

In the coming year, you will grow into a pillar.

I teach you by example that there is no heat in the world! Modern poems describing willow trees 2

Willow trees

Accidental kisses

Sliding off

Waves in the middle of the lake at night

Charming shawl emanating

Washing oneself

The icy clearness of morning dew

The tenderness of leaning forward

Fist Holding

The exuberance of spring and summer

The bright yellow color of the bud tips

The thin leaves

The soft green branches

Persistence

The baptism of time

The perseverance of life

The yellow leaves faded like hourglasses

The naked body

Blowing the cool breeze and enduring the cold

Not as high as the sky

Not as wide as the earth

Not as beautiful as the flowers

Gentle against the wind and rain

Sunrise and sunset reflected in the center of the lake

Painting the landscape reflecting the light of the lake and describing the willow tree 3 modern poems

The sadness of the willow tree

Every time it is a heavy topic, every time

It is sad and desolate nonsense. Didn’t God give you a spine?

, or the silence of your genes and innate cowardice?

Looking at your young and curly body, it is full of poignant rebellion.

The wandering eyes always flicker miserably.

Say you have no character and you are unhappy; say you have no character and you are hesitant.

The water still has the sound of gurgling streams, and the wind also has hissing desolation.

Rain can be whispering or singing,

Snow can be romantic or confused,

There is refreshingness in the cold, coldness in the warmth...

Soft as the misty rain song in the south of the Yangtze River, strong as the purple alfalfa in the grassland,

The skylark burning with the setting sun, the wild horse running wild is exhausted,

Tearing the peace and harmony. The wailing blood is venting, dyeing the last clouds in the sky red,

Or a soul-stirring realization, or a thrilling look back

Or a arduous and tempering journey, or a poetic and picturesque longing,

Since it is the embarrassment of poverty, and its naked body and cruelty,

It cannot be reduced to fireworks and willows, let alone hang its noble head.

Liu Suifeng flutters melancholy, with soft emerald hair.

It often lures passers-by to stop and take a look at the reflected clear water.

In a trance. Swimming in dreams, indulge in fantasy and disillusionment here,

Floating and intoxicated, rowing in the rain at night, Cambridge is already misty and misty...

In the time of spring, your pulse The pulse is full of emotion,

In the night of the midsummer Zen dream, you are full of charm,

In the shyness of the late autumn moonlight, you are charming and sensational,

The ice, snow and cold winter Sharp, you are begging for mercy and helpless,

The sad and sad face, the humble begging for mercy...

The restless and surging soul withers in the dry wind and rain,

The withered and dissolute body can no longer find the proud spring breeze,

Once again wandering indefinitely.

Another heaviness of life,

Another shock and confusion, can there be opportunities and touches? Modern poems describing willow trees 4

Willow trees by the riverside

Once sprouted

Singing in the sun

Crying in the dark night

Holding the moon and losing sleep

Then it turns yellow and withers

In order to see more

Birth and death

Eyes

Modern poem 5 describing willow trees growing in the sky

Willow trees

I love the willow trees dancing wildly in the north wind,

She Like my boiling emotions.

Facing this ever-changing world,

I shed tears again:

Willow tree, I have not forgotten anything.

I love to look at the slender willow branches by the long river.

She is like my easily moved heartstrings.

I quietly blessed the willow tree,

It was like returning to my grandma.

When I was young

I was with my kind grandmother,

Under the thin curtain of willow tree,

** *The same describes the green dreamland.

At that time, grandma was still in good health.

I stroked the wicker softly,

It was like grandma was still beside me.

I can’t forget the long hair.

My girlfriend closed her eyes gently,

As if she just fell asleep.

She is a sentimental girl,

Once in that wonderful dusk,

Let me face the beautiful willow tree,

I vowed not to forget her.

She also once swore to the little willow tree with a pious look,

She said she would love me forever,

Just like loving the weak willow tree.

I can’t forget that long call,

When my dying girlfriend looks back on the past,

Those sunny words actually broke my heart!

She scolded me with a smile,

She said she was really asleep for a while.

Those long willow branches,

Lingering like a long dream.

I walked with heavy steps,

Lingering for a long time

In front of the willow tree stained with twilight,

It was like wandering

In front of an isolated grave in the wind.

Those long wickers,

Heartache is like a long longing.

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Remembering a willow tree

On the earth barrier by the canal

The tall willow tree

It was felled...

In this village

and in this mountain wilderness

I heard and felt it

The willow tree fell down The sound of the sound

The doors and windows of the entire village

Every grass, every flower

Every mountain, every piece of blue sky

… …

They all shivered

Is it out of sadness?

On this day, the entire village

and the field

were scattered with white catkins

Catkins

Falling on the human soul

Colder than autumn rain

Unexpected

A willow tree

The surface is gray and rough

But it exudes a sad atmosphere

But the inside of its life

It contains and its emotions

Strongness with as many annual rings

Strongness makes people sad

Willow trees, standing straight

Lying on the grass and adobe

So huge, so green

Looks even more majestic and beautiful than when it was standing

Three days after it fell down

The branches and leaves are still swaying in the breeze

The leaves are still swaying

The leaves still have bright dewdrops

As if

It’s billions of tearful eyes

Farewell to nature

Look, the sparrow on the ridge

The eagle in the blue sky

Also flying towards the felled willow tree

The willow tree

was cut into wide planks

On the circles of growth rings

there were circles of solidified tears

Tears

also emitted Fragrance

These are not teardrops

This is the life of the willow tree

The hills of the village of blood cells that have not yet died

Suddenly shrink A lot more

As if he lowered his head

Cut down

A willow tree

Cut down a tree connected to the earth

Eternal Life Modern Poems 7 describing willow trees

Willow Trees

A row of willow trees are dressed in green, and the light catkins are fragrant.

What was normal at that time turned into willow cotton dancing all over the sky.

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Willow trees

Even if you are tortured naked by the autumn wind

Still have to dance by the river

For whom

Nothing else

Only for the early spring and February in my heart Modern poems describing willow trees 9

Willow Girl

Willow Girl , your long hair is fluttering

The lake is rippling slightly for you

Willow girl, you are bending over

Are you inviting me to dance with you

How I wish I was a little bird beside you

Willow girl, can you lift your shy face

Let me kiss you gently

This kiss! I don’t know if it’s the sunset that’s drunk

or I’m drunk

Your lips are as red as the fiery sun

But they are as fresh and fragrant as spring

Willow tree girl! How I wish I could sail away in winter

I want to plant you into my fiery heart

Sing for you with my blood

Willow tree girl! Open your arms

Give me a belief, okay?

I just want a small hug. Modern poems describing willow trees 10

Red willow tree

The ringing of the camel team has long gone

The Loulan girl’s joyous song has long gone

Why are you still waiting

The golden horse is dyed red The yellow sand

Has long been washed away by wind and rain

The endless white skeletons

Has been buried deeply by the years

You know

The pain of history is not the vulture’s fault

Why are you still crying

Your thin body

Carrying heavy memories

Shaking in the Gobi Desert for Thousands of Years

Burning for Thousands of Years

Why is it so strong? Modern Poems about Willow 11

One Willow Tree

I have always liked Willow

I don’t admire her free and easy attitude in the wind and rain

, nor do I envy her leaning against Jinghu Lake

Kuoda, who puts all my thoughts into the flowing water

I like her

No matter where I am in the green courtyard with green leaves

Or the broken branches in the ditch and alley Even dead leaves

can bow down

Keep their roots as close as possible

This is a kind of peace

Be open-minded and grateful.

Ever since

Whenever I approach a city

I like to hold a bunch of weeping willows

and hold it close to my nose

Even if all she brings to me is the stinky smell of mud!

Looking up at the sky

I asked myself gently again

Where are my roots!