Poem about birch forest 1. Poems about birch forest
1, love birch forest
In my memory, there is a place that always touches my faint thoughts. There are green shoots in spring; There is a refreshing wind in summer; There are flying leaves in autumn; There is snow in winter. It's a birch forest on Taiping Mountain in my hometown.
"February grass grows and warblers fly" is another beautiful day when the snow melts. Before the earth fully awakens, the winter of birch forest has already quietly disappeared. The branches of the birch tree have sprouted buds. From a distance, it seems to cover the birch with a soft green yarn. After a few days, this layer of green yarn will become thicker and thicker, showing a vigorous green tree.
Summer has just arrived, and the green birch leaves have left the tree. When the sun shines, it will burst into sparkling spots to tease it. Raindrops respond with a crunching sound when they fall. When they cast a shade, the working farmers crowded in, and immediately there was laughter under the tree. Slowly, the wind swept over the treetops and took away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves are also cheerful. Listen-a rustle, like a shy girl whispering. Close your eyes and feel the breeze.
"An autumn leaf, two o'clock cold rain, three rows of geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air." The birch forest in autumn is really more beautiful. It has no green eyes in spring, and it is refreshing and pleasant in summer, leaving only empty branches and leaves on the ground. A few pieces hanging on the branches occasionally can't bear the loneliness in autumn. Look again.
When the fierce north wind swept between heaven and earth, pieces of glittering and translucent snowflakes fell from the sky, just like a angels in white, with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest, which became the kingdom of fairy tales. At this time, the birch forest is particularly holy, so holy that people dare not approach it, for fear of disturbing the sleeping goddess in the forest. Stopping in the forest seems to have left the noise and glitz, and the birch forest floats away.
I really don't know whether the four seasons make the birch forest unique or beautiful. But in any case, the birch forest, the birch forest in my hometown, will always be the most beautiful place in my heart.
2. birch forest
When I was very young, the birch forest was full of temptations for me. Many stories in my memory are related to birch forest. In my childhood, from the magical Astro Boy to the beautiful Snow White-the background of the story is always inseparable from the birch forest!
The birch forest is not far from my home. Walking out of my yard, going east through a narrow alley and three high woodpiles is a road to the north. In fact, it is nothing to think about now. It should be only two or three meters wide!
First of all, I should call my little sister in the backyard, and then I will come to the avenue just mentioned. We two stupid birds, who let go of the cage, cried, jumped and gasped all the way, and ran wildly north. So we were full of laughter and stupid words all the way, spreading to the birch forest.
The grass in the birch forest is green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest are red. We play hide-and-seek, we throw clay dolls, we tell stories we heard the day before, we stare at the sky in a daze ... kind birch trees keep their eyes open to protect us.
2. Poetry describing birch forest
I believe everyone has heard of Pu Shu's Birch Forest! That beautiful love happened in that beautiful birch forest.
Birch, the national tree of Russia, is strong, beautiful, confident and proud, and its trunk stands upright. In the north of China, there are a lot of dense birch forests everywhere on the well-known mountains and rivers and beside the quiet rivers, and the birch forests in autumn are even more beautiful ... 65438+ 10 At the beginning of September, Ergon, located in the Daxinganling forest area of Inner Mongolia, is getting more and more autumn.
People in Daxing 'anling call autumn the "Wuhuashan" season, because the forest at this time is like a big palette, colorful and mixed together. Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica is still green, birch leaves are pale yellow, larch leaves are golden yellow, and poplar leaves and shrub leaves are gorgeous. Generally speaking, tourists will leave Hailar for Modoga Forest Park in Ergon.
You can enjoy this kind of scenery along the way, and you will pass a long "birch forest corridor" on the way. At this time, roll down the window and you will hear the rustling of birch leaves in your ear. The colors of the forest are distinct, with light red and light yellow, and the green Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica is dotted among them. The gorgeous colors like oil paintings make people feel excited. Bailu Island is the best place to see red leaves in Daxing 'anling and Xiaoxing 'anling, and it is the core of the scenic spot. The rushing rapids surround the island in an "S" shape, with pines, cypresses, Dai people and oranges on both sides, where you can enjoy autumn colors and have a unique charm.
Autumn is also the harvest season of the forest. Wild fruits such as red beans, persimmons, rough plums and water grapes are ripe in Daxinganling forest, and various mushrooms and Hericium erinaceus grow everywhere in the forest, attracting a large number of mountain people to pick them. The forest is full of the joy of harvest. Huamugou is about 20 kilometers away from the military horse farm.
Along the way, patches of grass spread green in the valley. But as soon as I entered the birch ditch, a piece of birch forest came into view. Seen from a distance, white trunks and golden leaves sparkle.
According to the data, birch is a symbol of the ecology of the north temperate zone near the cold zone, and can only grow in areas above 800 meters above sea level. In China, it is only distributed in the mountainous areas near the cold zone in a few provinces, such as Jilin in the northeast, Heilongjiang in the northwest and Xinjiang.
Among the many trees in Xinjiang, the most beautiful one is Betula platyphylla: tall body, beautiful and straight, rich leaves, charming and moving. No matter which season, it will always leave a deep impression on people.
Birch neither likes to stand on the top of the mountain to show off like a pine tree, nor likes to snuggle up by the lake to make love like a weeping willow. Birch always stands there quietly in plain clothes, just like a pure and beautiful village girl.
In summer, large tracts of birch trees on the floodplain cover the sun, shade, surround, hug and kiss the river, and offer love without relatives. Approaching the birch forest seems to face rows of beautiful women in the western regions. All of them are well-proportioned, handsome and straight, but tender as water, revealing the power of motherhood.
Late autumn is the most charming day for birch trees. Its leaves turn from green to yellow to red, hanging on the branches of the years like red gold.
The breeze is blowing gently and rustling. It seems to be whispering to you. Its trunk is cleaner and brighter, quite beautiful, clean and radiant.
In the cold winter, a large area of birch stands quietly in the snow-covered soil, white and independent, integrated with the sky and snow, and the birch forest is speechless. This is a magical world and an extreme beauty.
They are based on ice and snow, but they grow so calmly and calmly in the cold. They have no leaves but stand upright on the snowfield, but they still love after the wind and frost. What other trees can blend with ice and snow like birch without losing their true colors? Among all the trees, birch and poplar look a bit like each other, but as long as the trunk of birch is slender and graceful and the bark is as white as jade, poplar will be compared at once.
In particular, the vast birch forests are connected together, especially the two birch forests have a history of hundreds of years, and the natural and wild momentum is incomparable to poplar and other trees. The birch forest reminds people of youth, girls, the power of solemn meditation and the vast realm of frosty days.
In Xinjiang, poplars can be seen everywhere, but birch is rare. So, when I arrived in Altay, my friend said that he would show us the birch forest park here, and I was a little surprised.
But after seeing it, I was not surprised to see the birch forest next to Hanas Lake the next day. It's not that they are not beautiful, but that they can't compare with the birch forest I have seen in the Great Northern Wilderness.
Most of the birch forests here are a little short, with thin trunks and long crowns. They are not as towering as the birch forest in the Great Northern Wilderness, and their spreading wildness and delicate energy are very weak. In particular, the bark is not as white as the Great Northern Wilderness, and there are many scars like poplars, and the skin is rough at once.
Coupled with scattered branches and sunken trunks, the white momentum of birch forest is even less. When I think of the birch forest in the Great Northern Wilderness, I always think of the leaves of birch trees in autumn, and Jin Huang Cancan seems to melt the sunshine into every leaf.
The snow-white trunk is more beautiful against the golden background. When the forest is closed by heavy snow, the snow is not as deep as the trunk, like tall and delicate legs in white boots. The white trunk is quiet, and it contrasts with the snow, and its manners are myriad.
Spring is our favorite season to go to birch forest. At that time, cut the bark of birch with a small knife, and the juice of birch will drip from it, as cool and fresh as dew. Whenever you go to the Woods, you can see mottled birch bark, as thin as paper, but very tough and as white as snow. It is the most unique to regard them as New Year cards.
It's just that none of us thought of it at that time. Later, when reading "Water Drops in the Woods" by Pledge, he couldn't help asking, "Why don't they talk?" ? Do you see me shy? "When the snow falls, they seem to hear the rustling sound, as if their strange figures are whispering ... they think of the birch forest in the Great Northern Wilderness.
It is not because youth is in the Great Northern Wilderness, where everything is painted with artificial poetic color. The real difference is the birch forest there.
Our life at that time was miserable and pale, but nature deliberately contrasted with us, which made the birch forest so fresh and dazzling, and made us feel that the poetic survival in suffering was not completely far away from us. Some trees are difficult to draw, but birch is best for painting, especially oil painting.
Levitan.
3. Poetry about Birch Forest
White snow is floating in the quiet village of birch forest. Pigeons are flying in a cloudy sky. These two names are engraved on the birch tree. They vowed to love each other for life. One day, the war burned to the birch forest in their hometown. The young man picked up his gun and walked to the border, sweetheart. Don't worry about me. Waiting for me to come back, there are still pigeons flying in the cloudy day of birch forest. Who can prove that love and life without tombstones are still snowing? The village is still quiet, and young people are disappearing in the birch forest. The bad news from Lin was that my sweetheart died in a distant battlefield that afternoon. She came to the birch forest silently and stayed there eagerly every day. She said he just got lost in the distance. He will definitely come to this birch forest. The sky is still gloomy and pigeons are still flying. Who can prove that love and life without tombstones are still snowing? The village is still quiet, and young people are disappearing in the birch forest. The long road is coming to an end. The girl is already white-haired. I often hear him calling from the pillow, "Come on, dear, come to this birch forest." When she died, she murmured, "I'm coming. Wait for me in that birch forest."
4. Poems describing birch trees
white birch
I have Lanman's translator.
white birch
Birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Cover yourself with snow powder.
Like a silver inlay.
On that branch
Hanging a bunch of snow,
Furry branches
The white tassels are blooming.
In the deep silence,
The birch tree stood quietly,
That golden flame
Xue Huadian has escaped again.
Lazy morning glow
Snuggle up next to the birch tree.
The birch is silvered again.
The whole body is more dazzling
Baihua (Ye Saining)
There is a birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Covered with snow,
Like covered with silver frost.
On the furry branch
The ice is full.
Like a skirt made of snow—
The tassels sparkled.
Birch trees are shrouded in
Dreamy silence,
Golden Mars
Jump on the snowflake.
Sunset lazily
Shining around it,
Put more broken silver.
Spread all over the branches
The Birch Tree (Ye Saining) is in front of my window.
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Put a snowflake on it.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
Yuli this birch tree,
In the flashing golden light,
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around.
Sunset,
It sent branches covered with snow,
Another layer of silver brilliance.
5. Poems describing birch trees
I translated "White Birch Tree" by Lanman. The birch stands in front of my window, covered with snow powder inlaid like silver. On that branch, there are strings of white snow, and the furry branches are covered with white tassels. In the sleepy silence, the birch stands quietly, and the golden flame snuggles up to the lazy sunrise in Xue Huadian next to the birch. The birch is silvered again, which is even more dazzling.
The furry branches are covered with ice. Like a skirt made of snow, the tassels sparkle.
Birch trees are shrouded in dreamy silence, and golden sparks are flying on the snowflakes. The morning glow shines lazily around it, scattering more silver scraps all over the branches.
Birch Tree (Ye Saining) 2006-1-1612: 43 In front of my window, there is a birch tree, which seems to be covered with silver frost and snowflakes. Furry branches, lace embroidered with snowflakes, strings of blooming flowers and picturesque white tassels.
In the hazy silence, the birch stands upright in the jade, shining with brilliant snowflakes in the golden light. Birch trees are surrounded by the late morning glow, which smears a layer of silver luster on the snow-covered branches.
6. Poetry about Birch Forest
Baihualin
There is snow in the quiet village.
Pigeons are flying in a cloudy sky.
Those two names are engraved on the birch tree.
They vowed to love each other and spend their lives together.
One day the war burned to my hometown.
Baihualin
The young man picked up his gun and went to the border.
Honey, don't worry about me.
Wait for me to come back in that birch forest
The sky is still gloomy and pigeons are still flying.
Who will prove the love and life without tombstones?
The snow is still falling, and the village is still quiet.
Young people disappeared into the birch forest.
The bad news came that afternoon.
My lover died in a distant battlefield.
She came to the birch forest silently.
I am eager to stay there every day.
She said he just got lost in the distance.
He will come.
Come to this birch forest
The sky is still gloomy and pigeons are still flying.
Who will prove the love and life without tombstones?
The snow is still falling, and the village is still quiet.
Young people disappeared into the birch forest.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
The girl is already white-haired
She often listens to him calling under the pillow.
"Come on, honey, come to this birch forest."
When she died, she whispered
"I'm coming. Wait for me in that birch forest. "
7. Poetry about Birch Forest
White snow is floating in the quiet village of birch forest. Pigeons are flying in a cloudy sky. These two names are engraved on the birch tree. They vowed to love each other for life. One day, the war burned to the birch forest in their hometown. The young man picked up his gun and walked to the border, sweetheart. Don't worry about me. Waiting for me to come back, there are still pigeons flying in the cloudy day of birch forest. Who can prove that love and life without tombstones are still snowing? The village is still quiet, and young people are disappearing in the birch forest. The bad news from Lin was that my sweetheart died in a distant battlefield that afternoon. She came to the birch forest silently and stayed there eagerly every day. She said he just got lost in the distance. He will definitely come to this birch forest. The sky is still gloomy and pigeons are still flying. Who can prove that love and life without tombstones are still snowing? The village is still quiet, and young people are disappearing in the birch forest. The long road is coming to an end. The girl is already white-haired. I often hear him calling from the pillow, "Come on, dear, come to this birch forest." When she died, she murmured, "I'm coming. Wait for me in that birch forest."