Poetry about the poet's gentle love for nature. Poetry about loving nature
1. Zhulou
Year: Tang Author: Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
2. Ling Mei
Year: Song Author: Zhang Dodge
Poetry is everywhere, and things are at any time.
I have no money for social activities. One ridge is plum blossom.
3. In Chuzhou, Xixi
Year: Tang Author: Wei
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
Step 4 go hiking
Year: Tang Author: Du Mu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
5. "Send Master Che Ling"
Year: Tang Author: Liu Changqing
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.
The sunset with a hat gradually returned to Qingshan.
2. Poems that love the motherland and nature
Poetry praising the motherland 1 ★: autumn wind blows gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! Qian Fan celebrated the rising October, and my singing turned my motherland into a flock of doves flying high.
3. Poems that love the motherland and nature
My ancient and young motherland,
I am a seedling in your vast land,
Swing in your warm and considerate arms,
I am a bird in your boundless sky,
Singing in your warm heart,
In my veins,
The surging waves of the Yellow River,
In my heart,
Blooming with civilized flowers,
The ideal in my heart,
Show it in the blue sky of the motherland.
The east of the world,
There is a magical and beautiful country,
The vast sea,
It's her broad mind,
Great wall,
Is her strong backbone,
Speaking of the Yellow River,
It's her rushing blood,
Qinghai-Tibet Plateau,
It's her stiff arm. ...
She-
It's my motherland.
Great People's Republic of China (PRC).
Another poem:
I can't help loving my motherland.
What can I use to love my motherland?
My country never hates me.
Study hard and work hard.
It is not in vain to make the motherland more and more beautiful.
What can I use to love my motherland?
My motherland is a very warm home.
Share worries and fight for the motherland.
Become a useful person and serve my country.
No matter how you live.
I can't help loving my motherland.
My motherland will always belong to me.
I will always belong to my motherland.
No matter how you live.
I can't help loving my motherland.
My motherland makes me rich.
Let me have unlimited power.
4. Poetry about loving nature
Wang Ji ● Wild hope, dusk hope, what to rely on.
Trees are all autumn colors, and mountains are only sparkling. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted horses and brought birds back.
Care for no acquaintances, Long song pregnant with Cai Wei. Shan Ye's "Wang Ye" and "autumn scenery" are Wang Ji's representative works, which are somewhat hesitant and melancholy in a leisurely mood.
"I hope I will look forward to it and I will rely on it." Gao is a water town.
Gaodong refers to a place in Longmen, Jiangzhou, his hometown. After retirement, he often traveled to Beishan and Gaodong, calling himself "Donggaozi".
"Depend" means wandering. "What do you want?" In Cao Cao's "Short Songs", the meaning of "the moon stars are scarce, blackbirds fly south, and there are no branches to lean on" shows the feeling of boredom and hesitation.
The following four sentences describe the scenery seen at dusk: "All trees are in autumn, only the hills and mountains are bright. The shepherd brought the calf back, hunted the horse and brought the bird back. "
Looking around, it is autumn everywhere, and it is more and more bleak in the afterglow of the sunset. On this quiet background, the close-ups of shepherds and hunting horses, with an idyllic pastoral atmosphere, enliven the whole picture.
These four poems are like a picture of Shan Jutu on an autumn night. Light and color, long-range and close-range, static and dynamic match well. He Zhangzhi ● Liu Biyu is a tree, and thousands of strands of moss hang down.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. This is an object-chanting poem about willow trees in early spring and February.
Where should I start writing willow? There is no doubt that the beauty of its image lies in Naman's long branches. Once a year, it grows new green leaves and hangs down, which has a charming posture in the spring breeze.
This is something that everyone can appreciate. In classical poetry, we often see this kind of image beauty to describe and compare a beautiful woman's slim figure and graceful waist.
This poem is original. Turn it over. "Jasper pretends to be a tall tree". At first, Liu Yang appeared as a beautiful woman: "Thousands of threads of moss tapestry hang down", and these countless threads became her nepotism.
The word "Gao" in the previous sentence sets off the graceful charm of beautiful Tingting; The word "hanging" in the next sentence means that the slender waist is swaying in the wind. There are no words "willow" and "waist branch" in the poem, but the beauty embodied by weeping willows and willows in early spring is vividly written.
"Southern History" said that Liu Yong was the secretariat of Yizhou and presented several Shu Liu plants. "These stripes are very long and look like silk threads." Emperor Wu of Qi planted these willows in the Taichang cloud and in front of the temple, saying that they were "romantic and lovely".
Here, wicker is called "green silk tapestry", which may be the hidden use of this famous allusion about willow. But it's a waste, and you can't see any traces.
"Jasper makeup" leads to "moss tapestry" and "who cut it". Finally, the intangible "spring breeze" is also vividly portrayed by "scissors". These "scissors" cut out bright green flowers and plants and put on a new makeup for the earth. It is the symbol of natural vitality and the inspiration of spring to people's beauty.
From Jasper Makeup to Scissors, we can see a series of processes of the poet's artistic conception. A series of images in poetry are closely linked.
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran This morning in spring, I woke up carefree and there were birds singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken? The poem "Spring Dawn" seems bland at first reading, but after repeated reading, I feel that there is a world in the poem.
Its artistic charm lies not in gorgeous rhetoric and fantastic artistic techniques, but in its charm. The style of the whole poem is as simple and natural as running water, but it is profound and unique.
For thousands of years, people have read it and discussed it, as if there were inexhaustible artistic treasures in this short four-line poem. Nature without rhythm is superficial; If there are no ups and downs, it is flat.
"Spring Dawn" has both beautiful charm and ups and downs of writing, so the poem is mellow and eternal. The poet wanted to express his love for spring, but he didn't say it all or fully. The windward door is half open, which makes readers ponder and guess, showing hidden twists and turns everywhere.
"Love is hidden outside the words, and the appearance is in front of you." (Quoted from Zhang Jie's Poems of the Old Cold Hall) When the poet wrote his feelings, he chose the emotional fragments at the moment of waking up in the morning to describe them.
This fragment is the beginning and embryonic stage of the poet's ideological activities, and it is the most productive moment that can make people imagine his emotional development. The poet seized the moment, but did not unfold it. He just confides in his readers and leads them to his emotional trajectory, leaving it alone. The rest will be enriched and supplemented by readers along the direction of the poet's thinking.
When writing about scenery, he only chose the spring side. Spring has charming colors and intoxicating fragrance, and poets don't write about it.
He just started writing from the perspective of hearing, and wrote sound of spring: birds are singing everywhere, and it's raining. Birds are euphemistic, sweet and beautiful.
Add the word "everywhere", chirp, one after another, and the distance should be matched, which makes people feel at the end of their tether. Spring breeze and spring rain poured down one after another, but on a quiet spring night, the rustling sound also made people want to see the dreamlike artistic conception of misty clouds and the new look of flowers after rain.
These are just what the poet heard indoors. However, these bursts of spring sounds have exposed the boundless spring scenery, led readers to the vast nature, and let readers imagine and appreciate the brilliant spring scenery. This is to use the sound of spring to render the beautiful scene of outdoor spring. These scenes are lively.
It describes the poet's feelings and shows the poet's inner joy and love for nature. There seems to be no one on Wangweikong Mountain in Chai Lu, but I think I hear a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. This is the fourth of Wang Wei's twenty poems, a masterpiece of landscape poetry in his later period.
Chai Lu (Village) is the place name of Wangchuan. This poem depicts the quiet scenery of empty mountains and deep forests near Chai Lu in the evening.
The first sentence, "There seems to be no one on the empty mountain", first describes the empty mountain positively. Wang Wei seems to like to use the word "empty mountain" especially, but in different poems, the realm it expresses is different.
After the rain, the mountains are empty, and the autumn colors stand at dusk ("Mountain in Autumn Night") focuses on the clean autumn mountains after the rain: "People are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night sky in spring mountains" ("Bird Watching Creek") focuses on the quiet spring mountains at night; There seems to be no one on the empty mountain. On the other hand, it focuses on the emptiness and tranquility of the mountain. Because no one is watching, it is not a vacuum mountain in the poet's feeling.