2, falling red is not heartless, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. (Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems")
3, eyebrows cold fingertips, head willing to be a donkey. (Lu Xun)
4. Do your best until you die. (Zhuge Liang)
Buried roots make branches bear fruit without asking for anything in return. (Tagore)
6. The lonely village does not feel sorry for itself, but thought it was national defense. (Lu You's November 4th storm)
7. Hold a heart without a blade of grass. (Tao Xingzhi)
8. if you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old. (Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew's Neck")
9. After the flowers are picked into honey, whoever works hard for them will be sweet. (bee)
2. Praise the silent dedication of trees 1. Poetry is everywhere, and there is something at any time —— Ling Mei by Song Dodge
2. Flowers are flying all over the sky in Spring City —— Cold Food by Han Hong in Tang Dynasty.
3. If you fold a stick of incense in your hand, there should be nothing on the earth-Song of Manna by Wang Song Anshi.
4. The green poplar is lighter than the red apricot, and the branch is Man Chun-Qi's Lou Yuchun.
5. Spring can't keep the garden closed, but an apricot leaves the wall-Ye Songshaoweng's The Duty of the Garden
6. Waiting for the east wind is always spring-spring day in Song Zhuxi.
7. The flowers on the riverside are more fiery at sunrise, and the riverside is as green as blue in spring-Tang Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan.
8. A little more green, a little more red, and the spring scenery is moving —— Wang Song Anshi's pomegranate flower poem.
9. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers —— Song Luyou's Spring Rain in Lin 'an Begins.
10. The shadow is horizontal, the water is shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk-Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden by Song Linbu.
1 1. Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and spring is at the head of the stream —— Song Xin Qi Ji's Partridge Sky. Fu represents others.
12. The spring breeze is not lifted, and it is a blur-Song Yan Shu's Walking on the Beach
13. In February and March, grass and water are the same color —— Zhu Meng, an ancient poem by Jin Yuefu
14. There are many grasses in February in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is drizzling in spring-Song Zhongshu Shi's quatrains.
15. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun-Song Yang Wanli's "Seeing the Forest at Jingci Temple"
16. bloom is helpless, Yan Gui is familiar-Shu's "Huanxisha"
17. It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even less flowerless-chrysanthemum of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty.
18. There is more green in the forest, and Xiao Lei hides a little red-Jin Yuanhao asked "the same generation of unopened begonia"
19. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Song Anshi's "Dengguazhou"
20. Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and the lotus leaf is his! -Jiangnan, a folk song of Han Yuefu.
2 1. Xiao He has just exposed its sharp horns, and a dragonfly has long stood on its head-Xiao Chi in 53 Songyang Bay.
22. The leaves are dry and the rain is dry, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus blow at one stroke-Song Zhou Bangyan's Su Lian Gai.
23. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-The Singing Willow by Don Ho Zhang Zhi.
24. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February-Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"
25. There is grass in the sea —— Reading History's Dead
26. wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high-Don Bai Juyi's Biegu Cao.
27. The light rain in the sky is crisp and the grass is far and near-Tang Hanyu's "Light Rain in Early Spring"
28. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken! Don. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn
29. Cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more hidden. -Southern Dynasties. Liang Wang Ji's "If you are happy"
30. The birds in the river are not only white, but the mountains are blue and white-two quatrains of Tang Du Fu.
3 1. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there is a duck prophet-Shi's Seven Eight in the spring water heating. Riverside night view "
32. Flowers are getting more attractive, but shallow grass can have no horseshoes-Tang Baijuyi's spring outing in Qiantang Lake.
33. A butterfly with flowers looks deeply, and a dragonfly flies slowly with water-two Qu Jiang by Tang Du Fu.
34. There are clouds in the clear sky and poems in the blue night —— On Liu Yuxi's autumn poems
3. Poems and songs about the selfless dedication of poplars.
I'm not sad if the ancient people in anxiety don't die. Who was buried for nothing in the misty rain of Jiuyuan?
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 Tang Dynasty. 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 peace can be shared, returning home with clothes to protect chastity Author: Poplar Author: Wang Shui's original green dress was blown into gold by the seasonal wind. Once upon a time, the whispers of Yaner and the songs of Yinger had already gone away from the branches, and the sparse leaves seemed to tell the vicissitudes of the years. In spring, you entrust your hopes to Guihong, and in summer, you weave your enthusiasm into beautiful clothes, giving birth to countless dreams. Become a paradise for birds and a hotbed for cicadas. In autumn, you twist your thoughts into lines and express the desolation and tragic loss of the season with a faint moon. In winter, you scattered all the beauty of a tree, facing the snowflakes all over the sky, and you were happily wrapped in silver and fragrant. Now you let the afternoon sun wander, you shake off the dead leaves and merge into light water to flow together.
Chapter II: Poplar in Winter Author: Liu Winter Poplar, facing the first sunrise in winter in the cold wind. No rich makeup, no false appearance; Only a tall and straight heart.
In the white season, snow covers the land in the north. In the cold wind, poplars have a tenacious backbone.
Hold your strong head high, look at the direction of Mount Tai, and let out a cry in your heart. Any snowstorm.
Can't stop the road ahead. A winter poplar is still strong in the ice and snow! Chapter 3: Poplar Author: Today, the leaves of poplars are very dense. What I said was that I saw poplars yesterday, which was a magician's trick. It's hard to know the next moment. Poplar stretched out a hand with one eye, put all the leaves away and put them in the trunk. It is not impossible to stretch out a hand in the mirror, not to mention the mysterious pattern of poplar bark. The trunk is suspiciously plump. This tree is much thicker than last year. Chapter Four: Hu Yangshu! Hu Yangshu Author: Mo Qingli was born and raised in the northwest, firmly settled in the northwest, and continued a race! Hu Yangshu, from the photo, I saw the picture of you fighting the sandstorm. This tragic scene attracted my attention. The bones with white scabs attracted my attention! Hu Yangshu will not die for 3,000 years, but will last for 3,000 years. Aren't you "Long live"? Your breath is whistling among the leaves. You are the best husband in the tree. You are the emperor in the tree! Hu Yangshu's decent kumquat yellow robe and mandarin jacket is the most beautiful dress in your life ... Ah! Hu Yangshu! Hu Yangshu Chapter 5: Hu Yangshu Author: gcq2009 If you are lucky enough to witness a piece of green in the vast desert ravaged by sandstorms, it will be the most extravagant eye contact. At this time, Populus euphratica, as the protagonist, often creates a visually stunning and mixed character image in a desolate background. Even if it is a thousand years, life will not die, and it will not fall and be immortal. This rock-like life, seemingly simple but exquisite, makes all sentient beings stand quietly and become a tough backbone-a vicissitudes of life landscape, carefully carved by wind and frost, hanging on the heavy branches of the years.
So a name is lonely in the dust, and a character is vigorous in the prosperity. Chapter VI: Hu Yangshu Author: Jirentai Hu Yangshu, with a long history of1.300 million years ago, can be charming in the scorching sun, stand tall and straight on the frozen ice, dance in the desert sand, hold out a piece of green in spring and present a golden autumn. Eating salt and alkali three times a day also turns tears into human wealth. Chapter 7: Poplar Author: He Xinyu, you recorded the shape of the north wind with a lofty gesture. Silent, silent to the rising sun.
Although I grew up on a barren plateau, I wore severe frost. New branches will always represent spring.
You have witnessed my growth and I admire your dignity. If the cold wind comes as scheduled, I will still look at you.
The morning glow dyed your smiling face red, and the evening dew soaked your clothes. You embrace the bright moon and bathe in the starlight.
You draw nourishment from the depths of this plateau and stretch out your arms to fly to the sky. With your green attraction, my thoughts soar in the vast universe.
Chapter 8: Under the poplar: There is also an earth bag under the poplar in Yan Lu. In the white song mourning the old man who just left, listening to the old man telling his past joys and sorrows, it is impossible for his children to know that there is still an earthen bag under the poplar. An old man just left behind, listening to the voice of the old man, but listening to the feelings of his children.
This poem describes the tree's tenacity, unyielding and selfless dedication, and it is a big tree.
A day above your head
Step on one side of the soil
You hold your head high in the wind and rain
Ice and snow are not satisfied
What a big tree.
Let the wind blow.
How many stories are left in the green leaves?
There are joys and sorrows.
You don't laugh when you are happy.
You won't cry in pain
How many shadows have been cast on the earth
That's a note of love.
Wind is your song.
Clouds are your footsteps.
day and night
Everything is for the benefit of mankind
What a big tree.
Green blessing
Your thoughts are in the blue sky.
Cherish fertile soil deeply
5. Praise Bai Juyi's famous tree poem "Yang Liuzhi Ci" in Tang Dynasty: "Trees are as golden as silk. Who owns the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng all day? "
Zhou Bangyan's warrior Lan Lingliu
Liu Yin is straight and smoky.
On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered and the cotton was sent away.
Visit the old country. Who knows that jinghua is tired?
Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Choose two of your own ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Looking for old traces, drinking and mourning strings, leaving a watch and light.
Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food.
Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth.
The accumulation of sadness and hatred.
Gradually leaving pu haunts, Tianjin is silent.
Sunset, Ran Ran, endless spring.
Holding hands, I miss the moon and the pavilion, smell the flute on the bridge, and miss the past, like tears in a dream.
Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi Ci in Tang Dynasty
A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as soft as gold and as soft as silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Maoliu
Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Suzhou willow tree
Tang Bai Juyi
Jinguyuan is graceful and graceful, and Qujiang Pavilion is swaying.
Old people parade everywhere, unlike Suzhou, where there are the most willows.
Floccules on baldness touch your face, leaving you helpless in spring.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new. The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Willow beside the water in May
Tang cuihu
The roots are elegant and the shadows are shallow. Sleeping face is cold and stretching is softer.
The empty column is heavy and the water is scattered. Like a drunken scene, like a moon dew.
A long fish is surprised by mistake, but a weak bird is surprised. Don't be sentimental for a long time, including climbing mountains in spring.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Liu Xin
Sugar crisp rice
Ruthless and soft, I was urged by the spring, as if I could not stand the wind and leaned against the ancient platform.
What do you hate in the past and present? The color of the fishing ditch comes to the DPRK.
Willow trees on the bank
Don Dai Shulun
The weeping willows are full of silk, and spring comes to weave parting. Pedestrians climb high, when my concubine heartbroken.
Fudechang Liu Ting
Don Dai Shulun
Willow in the long pavilion, flowing clouds. The rain grinds the gold thread thin and the smoke soft.
Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. Give more and take more, and you will get late autumn.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Du
Dondum
A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Yugouliu
Don Du Xunhe
In spring, from Dharma to Yugou, there is a new face beside the ditch. The cage passed through the forbidden water and gently blew to North Korea.
The sun is near, the sun is early, and the sky is low. Gu Ying's habitat is unstable, so it is difficult for maids to draw.
Chu shook the waves in the air, and the Sui dike darkened the dust. How to get to the imperial city, you must first cover the golden dragon.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
Two poems about willow trees
Tang guyun
Dewdrops and smoke hung everywhere, and the yellow and green were uneven.
There is no wind floating in the long beach, and the wide stranger begins to pity the sun.
Draw a feast and steal a dance, and learn to frown in the dressing cabinet.
Stay in the pavilion, don't let go of the spring dusk, and fold a thousand branches.
6. Words, poems or aphorisms praising the selfless dedication of trees in the magical land have their own characteristics. Trees are famous for their green appearance. They don't stand tall like mountains, nor do they run thousands of miles like rivers. He is a quiet man, a quiet gentleman and a firm husband. He is neither arrogant nor boastful. He is willing to play a supporting role in all things in nature and become an indispensable green ornament in human life. I praise trees. Because trees have a variety of styles, Fudan University has tall and handsome Metasequoia glyptostroboides, rich ginkgo, gorgeous and elegant red maple, graceful willow, vigorous and tough bamboo, stout and simple poplar, elegant nan tree, lush pine and cypress, ancient and solemn locust tree, fragrant camphor tree, ancient banyan tree, magnificent neem tree and so on.
7. The poem Tree is about praising trees.
The fairy came down to plant trees.
Peach blossom on the tree
A poem in a thousand years
It's the man who loves trees.
There are four seasons changing with the wind under the tree.
Turn into a flower
Changed leaves
Changed, withered
Like a selfless elf implanted into the earth.
devote/dedicate/give oneself to
Give beauty to others.
My life comes from the love of trees.
no
But why are you so silent?
Create a space for human survival.
Didn't speak any more languages.
Can only be told by life.
Speak out your initial concerns
8. Ask the modern poem "Youth Poplar" to praise the tree.
Pang songqing
In the northeast of Enshi,
There stands a tall poplar tree.
Connected to the aura of heaven,
Accept the nutrition of the center of the earth.
Full of sunshine,
Laugh at the wind and frost,
No dancing, no charm,
Just stand tall.
He has a thick, straight stem.
Sending out a light blue light.
Convey maturity and greatness,
The branches are always upward,
Every leaf embodies the imagination of life.
Cheering in the wind,
Singing to the rain,
Talking to stars,
Dreams are connected with the blue sky and the moon.
In people's minds,
There is a tall poplar tree.
The stalwart body stands on the Yuan Ye.
People write poems and paintings under trees.
Set off a wave of wheat,
Draw the golden color of rape,
Draw a style, cross the south,
Draw a good pasture in Baimatang,
Draw a sea of 10,000 mu of tea,
Draw a fruit garden,
Draw a new village,
Draw a happy road for thousands of families,
Write fresh and elegant poems,
Write a new chapter of young poplars.
In the crowd,
There is a huge poplar tree there.
People sow hope under trees,
The girl in the tea sea is singing,
Young people are busy on the hillside.
The old lantern joke sings happiness,
People look forward to the future under poplar trees,
Learn rules, gather strength,
Make a hundred phone calls and move on.
People are talking and waving under the poplar trees.
Welcome businessmen from all walks of life.
The streets are long and the rivers bend.
Poplar leaves the river, people leave the ocean,
The dream of the new poplar has set sail. ...