Poem about camphor tree 1. Poems about camphor trees
1. "Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Store"
Song Kong Wuzhong
Narrow southeast road, even the sky is purple emerald peak.
The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers.
Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick.
Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile.
2. "Cinnamomum camphora"
Songshuyue lane
Walking on the ground, Gao Qian is half empty and cold.
Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry?
3. Wugong Temple in Zhangshu Town
Yuanhezhong
Tired of being detained for a long time, a period of relaxation and relaxation.
Close to the door of Zen, choose one step to wear moss.
It is heavy and loose, and the water is far away.
Fragrant flowers, milk birds ring.
The empty corridor is clear and the day is long, and the monk sits and talks about Jane.
Learn what you don't understand and worry.
I knew I would come back when I moved, and I was covered in smoke.
4. "Zhangshu Town Boatman"
Mingyangji
The farmer is a fisherman in Wusong, and his whole family grew up in Wujiangkou.
Slow birds fly first, pedantic behind everyone.
The elders in the city don't know each other much, and the children in the village also see bullying.
Several times I carefully copied Gao Shi's biography, and there was a poem "Kao Yun" written by Da Zhuan on the wall.
In the spring breeze, a hundred herbs were bathed in frost, and the fisherman's case was thrown away.
Xu's history is still ridiculous. His wife wants to laugh and describe it as vulgar.
It's terrible to ride a horse for a long time. When will you vote?
Half-hidden autumn rain smoke cage water, a few cold stars full of pool.
2. What are the poems about camphor trees?
1. camphor tree
Poet: Shu Yuexiang Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: None
Walking on the ground, Gao Qian is half empty and cold. Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry?
2. "Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Store"
Poet: Confucius and Wu Zhong Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: Nothing
Narrow southeast road, even the sky is purple emerald peak. The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers. Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick. Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile.
3. Anyin Temple Poetry
Poet: Su Su Dynasty: Song School: Nothing
When camphor trees were planted, there were temples everywhere. The golden body is empty, and the painting wall is faint. The dragon and tiger are far away, and the frost is green. Fang Guan respected people and guests, and immediately paid tribute to the food.
4. "On August 8th, the last forty quatrains in Tanzhou"
Poet: Zhao Fan Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: Nothing
The price of Chen Da wine was well known in the past, while the price of Zhangshu ancient boat was parallel imports. I am eager to get drunk in the morning, and the clock in the distance is called rock.
5. Gao Tai Temple
Poet: Xiang An Shi Chao: Song Ti: Nothing
How about Gao Taifu? This is the back of the mountain. Touching the top of the white clouds, standing on tiptoe on the bird's back. I'm from Zhangshu, and I've walked 80 miles. All the peaks are accumulated, all the peaks are accumulated. The night rain came from the air, and the sound was like a collapse. But I asked Shan's predecessors that the weather had cleared up.
6. "My family has been passed down by two factions, and my family has completely declined, and one or two grandchildren have died."
Poet: Dai Fugu Dynasty: Song School: Nothing
The river flows outside the door, sometimes it sounds uneven. The ancient camphor trees along the river also have their own merits. When people are young, the spring breeze does not love the world. Sages are like the sea and the moon, and they are as bright as night.
3. What are the poems about camphor trees?
Zhangshu Poet: Shu Yuexiang Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: Yi Long leveled the ground without branches, and Gao Qian was cold in the air.
Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry? "Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Store" Poet: Kongwu Middle Dynasty: Song Dynasty School: Not martial to the southeast road, even the sky is purple and green.
The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers. Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick.
Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile. Anyin Temple Poet: Su Su Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: When there are no camphor trees, there are temples.
The golden body is empty, and the painting wall is faint. The dragon and tiger are far away, and the frost is green.
Fang Guan respected people and guests, and immediately paid tribute to the food. Poet: Zhao Fan Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: No time-honored brand with big wine price, and Zhangshu Guzhou parallel.
I am eager to get drunk in the morning, and the clock in the distance is called rock. Gao Tai Temple Poet: Xiang 'an Historical Dynasty: Song School: What if there is no Fu? This is the back of the mountain.
Touching the top of the white clouds, standing on tiptoe on the bird's back. I'm from Zhangshu, and I've walked 80 miles.
All the peaks are accumulated, all the peaks are accumulated. The night rain came from the air, and the sound was like a collapse.
But I asked Shan's predecessors that the weather had cleared up. "My family is descended from two factions, and my family has declined, and one or two grandchildren have died." Poet: Dai Fugu Dynasty: Song Dynasty Style: It is sometimes unfair to talk about the river without a door.
The ancient camphor trees along the river also have their own merits. When people are young, the spring breeze does not love the world.
Sages are like the sea and the moon, and they are as bright as night.
4. Ancient poems describing camphor trees
Send Xu 'an Road to Zhangshu Branch
Song Kong Wuzhong
Narrow southeast road, even the sky is purple emerald peak. The sun is still hidden in Wei Yun, and light rain urges farmers. Birds in the valley throw branches quickly, and flowers in the mountains are thick. Yi Yan didn't come back today. He greeted him with a smile.
camphor tree
Songshuyue lane
Walking on the ground, Gao Qian is half empty and cold. Red leaves flow in spring, who puts down the beach with poetry?
Zhangshu town Wugong temple
Yuanhezhong
Tired of being detained for a long time, a period of relaxation and relaxation. Close to the door of Zen, choose one step to wear moss. It is heavy and loose, and the water is far away. Fragrant flowers, milk birds ring. The empty corridor is clear and the day is long, and the monk sits and talks about Jane. Learn what you don't understand and worry. I knew I would come back when I moved, and I was covered in smoke.
Zhangshu Town works on a boat.
Mingyangji
The farmer is a fisherman in Wusong, and his whole family grew up in Wujiangkou. Slow birds fly first, pedantic behind everyone. The elders in the city don't know each other much, and the children in the village also see bullying. Several times I carefully copied Gao Shi's biography, and there was a poem "Kao Yun" written by Da Zhuan on the wall. In the spring breeze, a hundred herbs were bathed in frost, and the fisherman's case was thrown away. Xu's history is still ridiculous. His wife wants to laugh and describe it as vulgar. It's terrible to ride a horse for a long time. When will you vote? Half-hidden autumn rain smoke cage water, a few cold stars full of pool.
5. Poetry about Cinnamomum camphora
Interview with Cinnamomum camphora (poem)
Jasper with high trees
withdraw
The dream of the shade has gone from numbness
Wake up inside
In our yard.
A camphor tree
When diving in early spring,
die
A sudden dream break
Fast shutter cage after spring breeze
Push the window first when you open it.
The fragrance gradually disappeared and slipped down.
Spring breeze is like scissors. Always
Open and transparent hidden weapons
Cut off the crown
A circle can be seen in the cross section.
A shining heart
Clear texture
Overflow the whole courtyard
Talk about items
I don't want to ask about the lampshade.
I don't want to know too much about the value and hardships of life.
Stroll in in spring
Leaving half the trunk.
This is an upright throat.
vertical thinking
Not our inner position.
Green water drops sink.
Properties of solidified soil
Lost in the dusty past
Spread from my heart to you
No laurel, no item
Suspicion of a powerful soul
Still stick to the ground under your feet.
Thoughts are imprinted in reincarnation.
Fantasize about blue eyes.
A touch of the throat
Reminds me of the red cannon and history.
A hundred thunder and fire roared in the distant sky.
Dream crown fireworks.
Open the roof.
The sky on the throat
Still full of loopholes
Facing April, facing a shrinking tree
Shasha memory
Please forgive our swearing.
Willing to understand us
When tender purple beckons on your branches, question and blame the camphor tree.
When the green and red leaves are still wet
Swing and fall in the wind
I know
It was your seasonal appearance that opened the curtain of spring.
It is still colorful without where you will go.
Umbrella you, from autumn to spring, from winter to summer
Always thriving.
It is your mission to stay fragrant, and growth is your step.
Bloom in April, it was the wandering of Ziyun in the south of the Yangtze River.
Every work, every place, is filled with soul and sleeves.
The fruit in winter is the continuous transmission of green and purple in frosty days.
Every flower, every bloom is a picture of life with deep purple fragrance.
The leaves are swaying in the clouds, which are misty and fragrant fog left by immature flutes.
Branches stretch in the air, which are the pillars of youth and pride.
Roots are solid in the ground, which is the solidification of sweet precipitation in return.
The wind has passed, the familiar fragrance, and the freshness of the thick wipe.
Beside the street, a camphor tree just cut off its branches.
6. Sentences about Camphor Tree
Cinnamomum camphora 1 is dark.
My grandmother's room only has lights on during the day. There are no windows and doors in front, and nave is in front; There are windows and doors in the back. Because of the height of the roof, a shed was built from the main house to the top of the roof, so the light could not enter. Doors are just for people to get in and out, and windows are just for ventilation.
The wooden house in Guanzhou Village, the small room behind the nave shrine wall is a storage room. Because of the tight housing at home, it was changed into my grandparents' bedroom. Narrow, only a small bed.
Darkness, no lights, we must rely on experience and feeling to touch the fixed position of things. This day is a bit special. The sunshine outside is very bright and white.
This too strong light, twists and turns, bumps a little, as if a dark night sends out a faint starlight from the clouds. This is very important and warm. I didn't know it was a bit poetic at the time.
With this faint light, I can almost see the basic shapes of some objects, such as the box on the table in the corner, which is made of camphor tree boards. It's black and old. This is my grandmother's dowry. The things made of camphor wood boards are really different. There are no bugs, and the leftovers in the cupboard are not easy to deteriorate.
What is even more amazing is that the fragrance is constantly distributed, and the room is full of faint fragrance. Clothes stored in the camphor box will also absorb the smell of camphor. When worn on the body, people's heat will slowly evaporate the fragrance, making the human body seem to have a fresh smell. I don't know how others smell it. When you smell it, you will be excited consciously or unconsciously. I will stand tall and pull my clothes, which will make me more energetic and confident.
I went into my grandparents' room to get a gyro and a gyro whip. The fine girl and the fine girl in the stockade are playing gyro vigorously in Sunguping. I want to have a try with them. I have seen them, the sparkling toys I played with, and they are lying next to the camphor box.
Suddenly, I forgot what I was going to do and just stared at the camphor box. I seem to see grandma's hand skillfully and lightly open the box, take out clothes from it and give me a dime.
Unfortunately, I'm actually empty-handed now. I really want to open the box and take out a dime. The box is unlocked and there is no obstacle to opening it.
However, I dare not. "Niu Yazi, are you coming?" Xiang Yazai is calling me.
"coming!" I shook my head, smelled camphor, grabbed the gyro and gyro whip, then took a deep breath of camphor and flew to Sunguping. The result of the game was as I expected, and I beat them.
An important successful experience I summed up is that camphor gas helped me, just like a stimulant. This is my personal secret, which has been hidden in my heart and never spread.
Like three meals a day, firewood is the basic content of our daily life. Xiang Yazi, we get up early every morning to go up the mountain, go back to carry firewood, have dinner, and then go to school.
We often go to the mountain behind the stockade. There is a small ravine called Tutou 'ao, which is the only way for the brigade next door to go to the commune and the only shortcut for us Guanzhouzhai people to work in the western mountainous areas.
There is a big camphor tree in the depression. Camphor trees always like to stand upright. The branches of this camphor tree spread around like dragons. I don't know if it was caused by snow, lightning or man-made damage to its trunk. This outstretched arm is like a giant umbrella, and the wind is strong in mountainous areas, so Tutou 'ao is a good place to enjoy the cool and rest.
Some people who made meritorious deeds put some wooden stools under the huge camphor trees. When people come here, they just need to sit down and enjoy the cool. Xiang Yazai, let's have a rest here after we collect firewood.
I looked at the red sign on the giant camphor tree. It was nothing more than this sentence: "Yellow Emperor, Yellow Emperor, there is a crying lang in my family. A passing gentleman read a sentence and slept until dawn. " I saw this camphor tree, like a mother, with open arms, begging passers-by to read her post for her children.
I murmured, "Yellow Emperor, Yellow Emperor ..." My friend also read aloud, "... sleep all night." There is an echo in the ravine, like the singing of giant camphor, and also like the singing of mountains.
We stood up and walked with firewood on our shoulders. The wind blew from behind, and the coolness suddenly penetrated into our bodies. There is also a smell of Cinnamomum camphora that drowns us, as if the body smells of incense both inside and outside. How comfortable we feel, and the motivation of the journey is more abundant, as if a sacred force had been injected into our bodies. We sang a song: "There was a strange Mao Mao who was crying and laughing.
Huang Gui peed and cried till Tou 'ao. Picked up a rotten hat and put it on. Everyone laughed. "
When I got home, I met Xiang Yazai's father. He saw at a glance that there were two camphor trees in Xiangyazi's firewood. He scolded Xiang Yazai and said, "Oh, it's easy for you to make firewood. It's easy to make camphor trees like this, but what's the use? " Xiang Yazai stood still, bowed his head and said nothing.
This morning, Xiang Yazai had a bad stomach and shit several times. We became a load of firewood, and he only took a little, so he got two camphor trees with big arms and mixed them in the firewood to make up the number. Camphor trees only need to be dumped for a while. It's really convenient to eat cake lying down. "You are a big man, still don't know camphor tree can't burn? Stupid pig! " Of course, we know that the older generation said that this camphor tree can't be burned, and there will be no wine after it is burned. The sweet potato seeds and corn seeds hanging under the teahouse floor will not germinate.
We also told him it was not good. Xiang Yazai did not lose to us in chopping wood for himself, so that his face was passable. He found an excuse and said, "This is superstition. I don't believe it. " Cinnamomum camphora is indeed sacred.
It is not difficult to find camphor trees in the mountains, but our families in the mountains rarely have camphor wood utensils and camphor wood boards. Our practice in Guanzhou Village is that ancestral temples, shrines in temples, cupboards, square tables, windows, boxes and some utensils are all made of camphor wood, and other items are generally not used.
I asked my grandfather this question. Grandpa snapped a "megaphone" and talked for a long time. Just get used to it.
I don't think this is the right answer. This question has been hanging on my mind. One year, the old camphor tree in Touao was struck by lightning, and one of them died. A newborn "calf" who is not afraid of tigers in Guanzhou village needs camphor wood boards, so he climbed up the tree to saw dead branches.
Someone in the neighboring village said with a crooked handle that this tree is the patron saint of their village, which thrives in the village and declines in the village. The patron saint was struck by lightning, and their village was unlucky enough. Who wants to break a god's arm?
7. Poetry about Cinnamomum camphora
Long summer just stopped and walked back and forth in Asakawa to see how those tall camphor trees covered the city one after another, hiding time and wasting morning and evening. Chang Xia felt that Asakawa had no summer solstice. No matter how high the sun rose and how hot white light it scattered, half of the city would always hide in the dark green shadow of camphor trees and be isolated from the world. Close your eyes and breathe safely. Those tall Cinnamomum camphora are like the colors repeatedly depicted in your dreams since childhood, and their eyes are full of vague and soft light of ignorant collision. The world we see-Cinnamomum camphora is flowing green, and the afternoon sunshine becomes transparent, winding to all the places it can reach, and there is a busy voice from the bus station not far away. People who fall asleep because of drowsiness cast trembling shadows. Spider webs loomed in the corner. The air is stretched with a gentle and comfortable rhythm, as if it has stopped at this point forever, so that there is no need to consider what direction it will evolve in the future. The posture of Cinnamomum camphora is the most beautiful. It often leans its body, and the opposite partner properly frames the whole road into a green headspace with a semicircle top. The difference between Cinnamomum camphora and the original Cinnamomum camphora in Guilin is that its leaves are slightly smaller, so you can hold them in your hand. There is a faint fragrance that lingers for a long time. The tree is not as big as the original Cinnamomum camphora and its life span is even shorter than the original Cinnamomum camphora. The seeds in autumn are more and thicker than the original Cinnamomum camphora. Cinnamomum camphora is not tall, but its branches are thick, spreading in all directions and reaching far away. The dense leaves are green and shiny. Cinnamomum camphora is evergreen all year round. Whether in summer or winter, they are always so fluffy and dense. Camphor tree is not tall, but it is the most affectionate. It is covered with green leaves, covering all the branches. It looks like a sturdy umbrella, which can shelter people from the wind, rain and sunshine.