The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. People who look at the scenery look at you on the bridge. The bright moon decorated your window. You decorated other people's dreams. The afternoon sun lit up the dark atrium. The flame of happiness spread to the green corridor. The fragrant language and fragrance shocked the melancholy and budding hope. Singing in the warm branches, holding comfortable notes, reading the lonely direction, operating the winter fantasy. Created a sea of love, but also intoxicated by the wind in the north, washed away the sorrow of the world of mortals. After drinking a handful of blue seawater and drawing a cup of green spring scenery, let me stir up the double pulp of poetry, weave a dream with my heart, let me compose a movement in the waves, ignite a dim heart, and the happy flame spread to the green corridor. Fragrant language and fragrance shook the earth, and melancholy and budding hope sang in the passionate branches. Grasp the comfortable notes, understand the lonely trend, understand the thoughts of winter, conjure up the ocean of love, revel in the wind in the north, and wash away the sadness of the world of mortals. Drink a glass of blue sea water, draw a picture with strokes, let me weave a dream with my heart, and let me compose a movement in the waves. Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837) charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up! Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness. Please come out, as the morning star in the north, and meet the morning glow goddess in the north! Last night, do you still remember that there was heavy snow and the sinister sky was shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. You sat there bored, but now ... Oh, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it unfolds like a tapestry on Yuan Ye.
Large tracts of snow are shining with sunshine, and only transparent Woods are darkening. The branches of fir trees glow green in the frost: the frozen river is bright.
The whole room was illuminated by amber. The newly lit fire crackled pleasantly.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time. However, should you ask someone to put the brown horse on the sled as soon as possible? Dear friends, riding lightly all the way lets us slide through the early morning snow.
Let the fierce horses run, and let's visit the open fields. The forest, the river bank, which grew not long ago, is so kind to me.
2 Thick plum tree (Su 1895—— 1925) The thick plum tree blooms with the arrival of spring, and its golden branches grow like curly hair. Sweet dew, dripping along the bark; Leave a spicy green mark, shiny silver.
Satin-like spikes sparkle under the dew, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the residual snow melts, on the grass near the roots, a silver stream flows happily all the way.
The thick plum trees spread their branches, emitting charming fragrance, golden green traces and reflecting the sun. The stream raised the waves of broken jade, splashed on the thick plum branches, bounced the strings under the cliff and sang for her affectionately.
3 Tree frost by the window (US 1874- 1963) The tree by my window, the tree by the window, I close the window when night falls; But never close the curtains, lest you and I be separated. You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground. You are as erratic as a floating cloud. Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue is not profound.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you. If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm.
On that day, fate was a child's play, which linked us together: you were influenced by the external climate and I was stimulated by the internal wind and rain.
2. Modern poems about scenery writing, let me help you,,,
Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Smell Yiduo's stagnant water;
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
spring
Flowers are like new flowers in summer.
Turn to three seasons
You're still the same.
The breeze caresses your face, and the drizzle caresses your eyebrows.
Insomnia for three nights
I am a beauty.
Not pure or charming.
Concentrate for three seconds.
Be intoxicated with wine.
Come for you, stay awake for you
More than Sanqiu.
Memories smell better than cologne.
Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.
3. Modern Landscape Poetry 1: Autumn Night on the River
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
Poetry 2: Spring Dream
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Poetry 3: the effect in the small forest of the city
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shook my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Poetry 4: Sunset in Qiu Jiang
Xishan left a mouth.
Birds come back together.
Two veins of autumn water, falling light
The boat drew in the net and took the fish home.
Wind-driven reed flying
When you sigh, you are tired.
Always hate the reminder of the years.
Relax and sing a song.
Sadness and happiness fall into your hands.
My heart is chasing the sunset glow.
Poetry 5: Pushing Open the Door of Spring
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Poetry 6: Lucky Bamboo
Silence in a tall glass bottle
Before the new leaves are pulled out
The old one has long since dropped.
What's left is
Part of it turns white, yellow and dark green.
What a barren green branch
How about that?
To grow very vigorously.
Curled up at the bottom of the vase
Carrying all life.
The rustling of leaves in the wind.
What is it saying?
It brought me nothing.
Why is it called lucky bamboo?
This is just a comfort in my heart.
Poetry 7: Wind
It was the wind that intoxicated me that night,
Look at the stars on the horizon,
There is a quiet river under the light.
It flows away alone,
It goes through the forest,
It, through the silence,
It, through the noise,
It, through love.
This flows quietly into the distance.
The early morning breeze is cool and fresh, and there is the joy of rebirth.
Poetry 8: This spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
4. Modern poems describing scenery/
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
autumn
He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Autumn-Haizi
Our bones are lying on the ground
Write on the beach: youth. And then go on, old father.
After a long time, the direction was interrupted.
Animal-like fears fill our poems.
Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time?
Cover up our bones lying on the ground—
Autumn is coming.
Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.
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On the streets in autumn
I can't find the rain lane.
No chance to see lilacs.
A girl with an oil-paper umbrella
On the bank of willow trees
Nowhere to find traces of spring.
A bustling metropolis
Only the whistle came to my ears.
You will never hear the songs of birds and insects, including Qiu Chan.
5. Modern landscape poems 1, early spring
Author Wang Yizhen Dynasty Modern
In spring, the peach blossoms in Longhua are in full bloom. On those nights, on those bloody nights,
There were no stars in those nights, there was wind in those nights, and I listened to the widow's sobs in those nights.
And this ancient land, like a hungry beast forever, sucks the blood of young people.
The blood of a tenacious son, so after a long winter,
After the season of ice and snow, after the expectation of infinite sleepiness,
These bloodstains, stained with blood, on the night of myth,
In the dark of the east, countless buds burst open.
Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan. People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs.
2. Spring
Author Ai Qing Dynasty Modern
In spring, the peach blossoms in Longhua are in full bloom. On those nights, on those bloody nights,
There were no stars in those nights, there was wind in those nights, and I listened to the widow's sobs in those nights.
And this ancient land, like a hungry beast forever, sucks the blood of young people.
The blood of a tenacious son, so after a long winter,
After the season of ice and snow, after the expectation of infinite sleepiness,
These bloodstains, bloodstained, on a mysterious night,
In the dark of the east, countless buds burst open.
Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan. People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs.
3. The sea in July
Author Haizi Dynasty Modern
Folks, how happy I am to see you at sea!
We all betrayed our hometown.
We will regard happiness as an ancestral profession.
Painful poems are in Fang's hands.
What a big white wave today! Fellow villagers, he is taller than the granary in your.
If I stop telling, if I accidentally forget you.
Put your hometown aside.
I even give up myself. I won't go back to the home of the autumn harvest farmers.
I can always suddenly return to desolation in July.
Catch up with the last time
I put on my hat and swimsuit and died peacefully.
I can always suddenly return to desolation in July.
4. The wind is beautiful
Author Haizi Dynasty Modern
The wind is beautiful, the breeze is beautiful, and the breasts in nature are also beautiful.
Water is beautiful, water.
There is no one to accompany you, and the moment of talking is beautiful.
5. Moonlight
Author Haizi Dynasty Modern
Look at the beautiful moonlight tonight! By moonlight
A horse with water and salt.
And sound
Look at the beautiful moonlight tonight.
The quiet sound of life and death among the gulls
I'm listening!
This is a ballad of the earth and water, moonlight!
Don't say you are the light in the lamp, moonlight!
Don't say you have a place in your heart.
It's a place I never dreamed of.
Don't ask peaches about their treasures.
Don't ask the virgin osmanthus in barley fields and towns.
Look at the beautiful moonlight tonight!
Don't say why the candle of death fell.
Life still grows on the sad river.
The moonlight shines on the moon.
Beautiful moonlight flows together tonight.
6. Modern poetry writes about the scenery outside the window.
someone says that
Or travel.
Either study.
whole-heartedly
There must be one on the way.
Before you take the train
On the way to a new destination.
Did you notice the scenery along the way?
When you are tired from work or reading.
Do you have the habit of standing by the window and looking into the distance?
Take pictures of the scenery outside the window.
Your mood and feelings.
Let's share it with you.
The plane took off.
Sit in a window seat
Looking out the window alone
The plane passed through one thin cloud after another.
The empty sky is a little lonely.
Just like me.
Maybe I'm used to it
I don't feel any discomfort.
Keep looking out the window.
From time to time, you can see pieces of independent clouds.
Gradually leave my sight.
The plane rose to the top.
You can only see it by moving your eyes down a little.
That big cloud
I suddenly felt it.
Much like the marshmallows I used to eat.
soft
sweet
But now I can't eat
Or eat it.
But I can't find that feeling anymore.
7. What modern poems describe scenery? 1, autumn day.
Author: Why modern?
The wind that blows through the sky also blows through your body.
The clouds cleared and the dust floated, and the village disappeared into the twilight.
The purple and golden bell struck again and again, and the sunset was a little cold.
Qiu Lai is more sparse, and vines are spinning the Milky Way overhead.
Before manna was made, loneliness had eleven colors.
The twinkling light of the grapes was absorbed by the dark branches.
The cubs and butterflies only turn around in the moonlight.
A snow completed the myth of a distant mountain, and the eagle never appeared again.
A comforting poem is as light as a feather and as heavy as a flock of birds flying by.
The old man slept in the grass, and the baby told him not to wake up.
Grass grows with him, and desolation overflows his bones.
Time is slowly gathering him instead of gently taking him away.
2. Dusk
Author: Modern Qilun
Dusk and cold
Lights surfaced from Liuyang River.
Quiet is a national and personal feeling at this moment.
Yesterday's rain put away the classical rhythm.
From a free fall
Invisible as a nostalgic person, travel through the past.
Find the parallel lines of life while walking.
I imagine myself.
Bring your own crystal clear soul. in the air
Overlooking the grass, lying on your body and practicing yoga.
Green, as if there is a shadow in memory.
But I heard someone sigh in the wind. dusk
I like to tell my love in my heart alone.
About the nicknames of distant hometown, potatoes and snow radishes.
The wind blew across the wilderness. Lonely distant mountains
After waking up, try to find something symmetrical in the brain plain.
I'm not sure about myself.
Can you contribute a three-dimensional image, even if it is too big to be appropriate?
Even if it is empty and poetic.
3. Autumn is such a scene
Author: Ni Modern
Blue dome
Green camphor
The black road leads to the distance.
Red pedestrians look at the end
Gray buildings hide the windows of the soul.
A flock of white migratory birds are crawling in the city center.
Concentrate on the teaching of ten miles of cooking smoke
4. Ode to Aershan
Author: Wei Zhi 2234 Modern
Fantasy miracle
The accidental wind blew up the dream of spring.
In the snowy area in the distance, the peaks are protruding.
Love in Qilin Peak
The bravery of legendary children
I still see it in the cuckoo valley.
That piece of red azalea
Hua hai Lian Tian
Happiness flows under the White Wolf Peak.
Songye Lake is sunny.
There are countless melancholy and sleepless in the wilderness.
Even with a thousand regrets.
I will also love Aershan Hot Springs.
Blue waves are rippling.
Traction countless happy moments.
The unfamiliar shoulders are covered with familiar fruits.
They are all seeds of the future.
But no one can obey the rules.
They crossed a river.
Fly to another heaven.
There are their swaying reflections in the water.
There are also light edges that gather and disperse back and forth.
Wake up from the water in autumn
Willow herb is blooming brightly.
Gesanghua has turned himself in.
Lightfooted. Lily's waist is getting thinner and thinner.
A wisp of gauze and mist
Waiting to melt in a fantasy aershan.
5, Taihang late autumn
Author: Dong Dengfeng Modern
I want to know when ginkgo will mature.
I see yellow gold everywhere under my feet.
I wonder when the north wind will blow.
I saw persimmon frost blushing and branches sticking up on the list.
Alpine falls
Transverse flow
The warmest hue
Dye the wild faint into beautiful pictures.
Cherish the wind blowing willow.
It rained and the lotus dried up.
Winter is coming.
please
Slowly roll up this colorful autumn picture.
Dedicated to hardworking and kind farmers.
8. Modern poems about oak landscape
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even sunshine.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
If you are a tearful shooter
I am the man.
Bai Niao is determined not to dodge.
Just wait for the arrow to come by surprise.
Walk into my broken heart
If you are the only one in the world
The only gunman who can hurt me
I am all your youth.
All the emotions that can't be forgotten.
It's like the last cloud
Hidden in the infinite blue sky
Then let me die at your hands
It's like finally being able to
Die in your arms
* Actor
Please don't believe my beauty.
Don't trust my love either.
Under the painted face
I have a player's heart
So, please don't take my sadness seriously.
Don't break your heart because of my performance.
Dear friend, this life.