A poem describing people with poplars.

Joining the army in Xinjiang in the northwest of the motherland, I witnessed the tall and straight poplars. It is the poplar that inherits the courage of the pine and cypress at the top of the mountain to absorb the spirit of the abyss under 10 thousand meters. It is the poplars who repay the nectar and jade juice that God has given to this land, and show their elegance and stubbornness to the fullest, regardless of wind and rain and wild sand. Despite the drought, salinity and scorching sun, it still grows tenaciously, bringing infinite vitality and hope to the barren desert and creating a unique and beautiful landscape for the empty northwest Gobi. The spirit of down-to-earth, selfless dedication, simplicity, simplicity and amiable quality of Populus alba have made me admire for life.

Poplar trees in four seasons have different scenery. Whenever the footsteps of spring come, the gentle breeze and drizzle awaken the deep dreams of poplars, dead trees sprout, and bare branches are covered with green clothes. The rows of hundreds of smooth, tall and straight poplars rustled in the strong spring breeze. Under the sunshine, the crystal dew on poplar leaves is shining and dazzling. Humming "Spring Morning Melody". At this time, standing in the poplar forest, holding a white and slightly mottled trunk, sometimes looking up at the green leaves, and then taking a deep breath of the air with a unique poplar fragrance, it seems that the whole world is suddenly immersed in warmth and romance.

In summer, the sun is scorching. At this time, poplars are lush, blue sky and white clouds cheer for them, and the earth and desert are proud of them. Seen from a close distance, the enthusiastic poplars turn themselves into green waves, like life singing. Seen from a distance, their shapes are tall and beautiful. Their tall, pointed heads are like spears in rows. Facing the pouring rain, it played the music of life, only in this way can we appreciate its masculine beauty.

When autumn comes, poplars quietly take off their summer clothes and decorate the harvest season with a golden tree. At this time, the poplars, as simple and robust as men, are cold and elegant, pursuing their dreams alone in the desert, and still do not change their original intentions. They are still chic and lonely. In the continuous autumn rain and autumn wind, they plucked pieces of yellow leaves, dropped a word, and embraced them with their broadness, affection and love.

Poplar in winter is more desirable. Snowflakes flying all over the sky have covered the earth, and those shrubs and green onions have long been tired of sleeping in the snow quilt. Only poplars stretch their bodies to compete with the cruel Uber and guard the rows of Gobi in Yuan Ye. When the wind and snow stop and the sky smiles with sunshine, the branches of poplar trees are like works of art shaped by sculptors. Under the transmission of sunlight, golden light is gorgeous, and ice cubes are like stars in the universe.

I like poplars. Although they are not as swaying as banyan trees, as graceful as weeping willows, and as elegant as rich bamboo, they are tall and straight and indomitable. Wherever they are hard, they will take root and sprout, regardless of the climate and environment. As long as there is a little living condition, they will thrive in rows. There are rows of poplars and poplars everywhere in the army barracks. Bold and tenacious personality, the same determined figure, the same camouflage uniform, the same steel gun ... The spirit and character of poplar inspired generations of frontier officers and soldiers to make selfless contributions and take root in frontier defense.

There is a true story that has infected me so far. In the silent night, when a young soldier stood guard, facing the empty valley, he listened to the rustling of leaves of Populus deltoides in the breeze and recalled the obscurity and selfless dedication of generations of officers and men at the post. For the peace of the motherland, he stayed away from his relatives and hometown all the year round, silently sticking to the frontier defense in Wan Li, a deserted and populous country. They took root like poplars and defended the frontier. They shine with the spirit of poplars, so they use scenery to compare people, that is, they write a poem about love. Soon, an artist came to the post to collect scenery, saw this poem and set music for it. As a result, a military song representing the infinite feelings of border guards-"Little White Poplar" was born, and the beautiful melody spread all over the country.

I remember reading an essay "Praise of Poplar" by Mr. Mao Dun when I was a child. The delicate and capable writing style in the article is still fresh in my memory. Mr. Mao Dun's article begins with a clear meaning, pointing out that the reason why he praises poplar lies in its "extraordinary", and then describes the noble quality of poplar, taking trees as accommodation and eulogizing the eve of the founding of New China. The revolutionary martyrs' spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the national liberation war symbolizes the simple, firm and enterprising spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle. The article comes from (www. 17lcb。 com)。

Ordinary and extraordinary poplars, rooted in the embrace of Mother Earth, dedicated their lives and youth to the earth! Poplar reminds me of the most primitive biological chain of human activities. It provides the source of life for all things with the spirit of courage, persistence, courage to sacrifice and dedication, and makes people discover the value of life. Every time I think of that poplar tree, it's like drinking a cool spring when I'm thirsty for a long time in the desert, and the thorough coolness from the heart suddenly overflows my whole body. Poplar is a post station in my heart, living and growing with me. It gives me confidence, courage and strength. Every time I encounter setbacks and difficulties, rows of poplars will always appear in my heart from afar. A person's life, like that poplar tree, should always pursue progress and bravely fight against fate.

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