Modern poems describing green.

Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry "gentle and sincere, mourning without complaining", and puts more emphasis on free and open, straightforward statement and communication between "feeling and invisibility" The following is a modern poem describing green that I arranged for you, for reference only. Let's have a look.

A modern poem 1 describing green, using green to mark the existence of life sacredly.

In the forest, a dark brown stone is fascinating.

Always look at passers-by carefully

Derived from the definition of shape

From the beginning, I doubted secular judgment.

Light and shadow are crushed by lush foliage.

Invisible air

A dead wood covered with moss, half lying in the grass.

Be praised again and again

An ancient and slow stream in the forest

Regard it as the spring of the Millennium

A few abrupt little purple flowers on the green space.

Attract people to stop.

A string of eyes

Always want to get rid of the fetters of green.

Pull out a blue sky.

Green is more than humility to flowers.

I am also humble to colors other than myself.

In the landscape I created, I buried my role.

Even, make way for blank space.

Maybe the desert can recognize green.

Snow-capped mountains have a higher posture.

Set off the bright green.

Like a ruler

Carve the existence of life with green and sacredness.

Green Modern Poetry 2 Green

In an unknown highland

keep silence

But overflow

But it is the light of life.

Chased by a gun

It is shiny and smooth fur.

But destructive

But this is a biological chain.

Years of faith

Hidden in Silence

Be screamed loudly by the eagle.

Irrigation is unique.

When the rain and snow of history

Float humbly across the sky.

The years of life are here.

Rewrite glory on the door full of wisdom

Looking at the sky, the eagle hits the sky.

Life splashed on fertile land.

Yang Liuan is not just.

Produce small winds and waning moons

It is full of vicissitudes.

And the platform of life is full of regrets.

Only in the eternal spring breeze

Cut off all contempt and slander.

Modern green poetry iii. Green eye

The season when the golden lotus blooms.

It's the arrogance of three-legged feet flying up.

His black feathers

Remove the lock from sb.' s neck

Scattered on the cliffs of vilen.

This beautiful girl has come back to life.

Girls like red clothes.

She used snow-white ashes before the robbery.

Wrapped in tears hidden many years ago.

Melted crystal jade

From then on, I set foot on the blooming red lotus.

Pursuing ancient science and technology

Carpets in front of Ji You Qianshan Valley

Green eyes and green eyes

You can clearly see the red blood tube.

But who can see it clearly?

From the beginning of the chaos

Where are the stars, fog and sky?

The girl is still moving slowly.

It's just that the golden lotus is blooming again.

Phoenix birds also come to turn around.

God said she was going to die.

But where and when is it called God?

Girls like red clothes.

The fire that the beast fears.

Reflected in the greedy heart

I wonder when it was before.

She was young when the red-violet bloomed.

It's been a long time, but it's already confusing.

That afternoon, the girl ran for her life.

For irresistible life and death

Besides, God took her life.

After that, the earth is only green.

There is no business between heaven and earth.

Only green.

Modern poems describing green 4. emerald green

Fresh "green"

Tender green flowers

Fresh smile.

Hang your heart in Shan Ye.

Like green tea brewed in a transparent cup.

Fragrant fragrance and exile of soul

The blue waves are rippling and the fragrance is fragrant.

Pick some green vegetables in spring.

Plant it in your heart to warm your feelings for the rest of your life.

A prosperous and refined heart, with the sunshine of missing.

Touch the fresh mountains and water.

fresh air

Capture poetic clouds from the sea of clouds and fog

The bridge of poetry, the smoke of poetry.

The stone of poetry flows in the spring, and the beast of poetry enjoys the jungle.

The poem is full of birds and flowers.

In the flowing passion

Dye with the colors of the four seasons

Release a fresh green smell.