Poetry describing the forest

Poems describing the forest are:

Cicada is quiet in the forest, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

Birds are singing in the shade, deer and cypress trees.

Su Hui jet wrasse, emerald cotton forest

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Clear water and clear stones can be counted straight out, and there are no birds in the forest.

Forests are areas with high density of trees. These plant communities cover a large area of the world and play an important role in reducing carbon dioxide, animal communities, hydrological turbulence regulation and soil consolidation, which is one of the most important aspects of the earth's biosphere. Forests include arbor forests and bamboo forests. Forest is a surface biological community mainly composed of trees. It is rich in variety, complex in structure and diverse in functions.

The full text of the above poem is as follows:

(1) Enter Ji Wang in Zoigesi.

What's average? Empty water. The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.

(2) The land journey of "Mountain Living Rhyme"

Birds are singing in the shade of forests, deer and cypresses. Alas, I am a fool. My servants are chasing after meat and millet. Pity the kite's shoulder and cover it with shame. The difficulty is still in the mountains, and I want to raise my own livestock. Set foot on Xixi and build a house in the North Valley. The light is always hidden, and the jade touches the vulgar eyes.

(3) Cai Xiji, entitled "My Brother's Title on the Regime of Weinan Governors"

If you are at home, why bother to retreat? If you don't go abroad, you will be depressed.

Xuan cars come and go, and the name is clear. Sichuan will fish for jade, and the township pavilion will sprinkle gold.

Su Hui spouts wrasse, emerald cotton forest. I used to be obsessed with poetry and calligraphy and would rather work hard.

My brother, Xu, wasted his way to find each other. Celebrate old clothes in the morning and relax at night.

The article praised the beautiful scenery in the distance, which added to the admiration. I'm looking forward to it. I won't be able to live in Lu Chen tomorrow.

(4) Zhu Wangwei

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.

(5) Su Shi's "La Ri Gu Shan Visits Two Monks' Meeting Temple"

It will snow, the clouds will fill the lake, the towers will be bright, and the mountains will be gone. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest. I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road. Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying brown. In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks. I was so happy when I was swimming, and I felt like a dream when I got home. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.