Maybe we met once.
We are all roadside trees.
The leaves have fallen.
Or get into the wind.
We still have a chance to spend it.
Not as evidence of the season.
Because after that,
One winter
Separate us forever.
tree
Text/Wang Xiaoliang
This tree
The left side of Wang Jiaxiang 14 Tiantan Road.
It is definitely a good plant.
1 backbone network
Five branches
There are several branches on each branch.
Several clusters of leaves on each branch
Some leaves have sidelights.
Some leaves are backlit.
Some leaves cover the lamp.
Some leaves are sunny.
Regardless of leaves
Size new old green yellow thickness
These leaves are all more energetic.
More like leaves
When the wind blows
Will shake
Will collide
Will rattle in the collision.
When it rings.
Petiole is bound to drive branches.
Branches inevitably lead to branches.
Branches can't drive the trunk in general.
The trunk is thicker.
Occasionally.
Wu caiting
Bicycle; Bicycle exercise
Stop under the tree
tree
Give hope, dream
Take root in the wild and shelter from the wind and rain
Strong, firm
Winter is coming.
Don't change with time
Give up the belief in eternal life
This is a tree. It must look like a tear.
Never leave or give up/never say goodbye.
This is the testimony of life.
Is the theme of love
tree
You stand on a green hill,
Looking up at the sky,
Looking down at the earth,
The breeze blows your long hair.
You stand by the river,
Laughter and blue waves,
Young grass, speaking out of turn.
The river brushed your feet.
There was a loud noise,
You fell to the ground,
You will ask:
Who took my life,
I replied:
A creature called human.
tree
Ai Qing
Tree after tree.
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance.
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots have been elongated.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
2. Modern Poems about Trees 1 Far Tree Author: Lu Hua The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the distant stars don't meet. The furthest distance in the world is not the trajectory between stars, but even if the trajectories meet. But in an instant, the furthest distance in the world is nowhere to be found. It's not that there is nowhere to look for in an instant, but that we are doomed to meet before we meet. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird. One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea. Now, there are no flowers by the river, only one path is white. Like a cotton thread drawn from a big snowball, a black-skinned tree was fixed in the snow by magic in winter across the water, and they did not forget to blame each other for the water. She was still singing songs that she didn't understand when no one was around. She comes from a warm place, so she is not afraid of catching a cold. She breathed gently like frosted glass. She wants to draw on it. I can't draw. I will only write a letter in the snow and write down everything you want to know. Otherwise, the letter will turn late, and the new sensible flower will steal it to the scary bumblebee. Then, the honey disappeared, leaving only a small lamp. To Shu Ting, the oak tree author, if I love you, I will never show off myself with your tall branches like Campbell who climbs. If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade. It's not just like the cool spring in Wei all the year round, nor is it just like a dangerous peak to increase your height and set off your prestige, even sunshine or even spring rain. I must be a kapok tree beside you, standing with you in the image of a tree. Roots cling to each other in the ground and leaves touch each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives and swords, like halberds. I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, thunder and lightning, we enjoy the mist, and the rainbow seems to be separated forever but accompanied by each other for life. This is great love. Firmness is for love-not only your stalwart body, but also the land under your feet. Looking for a flowering tree. Xi Murong walked for many years, just looking for a past, a flowering tree and a swaying heart wind blowing from the hillside. The smile of the earth is lonely. I beat that horse. I walked through here with great expectation and listened carefully to different voices. For many years, there have never been those flowers in the air, and there are many emotional smiles in the water, which will always remind my heart. We agreed that when I come, you should bloom and greet me with the most beautiful form. I've looked all over the world. My horse can't walk after crossing the cape. My world is very cold everywhere, and snowflakes are fluttering on the way back. I'm still empty-handed I was lying in an old wooden house, and I remembered how beautiful you were when the flowers bloomed. Some small sounds shook my ears violently from nearby places for an instant, which made me feel deja vu. The sound of flowers makes all the noise quiet. My flowers bloom for me alone on winter nights. I walk on a quiet path.
3. The poem about trees is 1. There are many trees and plenty of herbs.
(Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
(Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door.
(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
(He Zhangzhi: (Liu Yong))
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
(Cen Can: "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Song of Wu Going Home")
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.
(Cui Hao: Yellow Crane Tower)
7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.
(Liu Yuxi: (Lotte Yangzhou meets for the first time))
8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be soft.
(Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.
(Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si ")
10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
(Yan Shu: "The Recent Flowers")
How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .
(Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")
12. A person, there is a grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees.
(Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)
4. Appreciation of modern tree poems and homesickness.
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Make an appreciative comment
The attachment to one's homeland can be said to be a constant and eternal emotion of human beings. Wanderers, drifters and vagrants who are far away from home hope to return to their roots even when they are very old.
Xi Murong summed up this homesickness with a short poem with seven lines and three sections: the first section is about the freshness of the local accent, and the flute "always rings on a moonlit night". Imagine how many nights there is no moonlight all year round, which vaguely means that travelers always miss home. The second section is about homesickness, and I miss my hometown more and more. Over time, the corridors in my hometown were all collapsed, leaving only a vague sadness, such as parting in the fog, as thick as blood but separated by a misty cloud. It is vivid and natural to describe the vague and melancholy impression of hometown with the wave of parting in the fog, and to describe the abstract subjective feeling with a tangible concrete. The third layer writes about the eternity of homesickness. It is a transition from the lingering local accent and homesickness on the upper two floors, and its form is very novel. The gradual shift of levels makes the theme from vague to vivid. The poet expressed deep ocean-like sadness, nostalgia and disappointment with the image metaphor of a tree without wheels living forever in the hearts of vagrants.
The fusion of emotional expression and image choice makes the whole poem far-reaching in artistic conception. Appropriate natural metaphors and concise and beautiful language give the whole poem an idyllic artistic conception.
5. The poem about "tree" is 1. There are many trees and many herbs.
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.
There are strange trees and colorful green leaves in the courtyard.
4. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door.
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.
6. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
7. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.
Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.
9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.
10. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses.
1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.
12. The trees on the shore are as straight as a cloud, who will send them to the water bank?
6. The ancient poem about trees is 1. There are many trees and many herbs here. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea")
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
3. The bird stopped in the tree by the pool and the monk knocked at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")
4, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
5. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and dries the trees and pears. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao)
On the 7th, Qian Fan and Wan Muchun were in front of the sick tree beside the sunken ship. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")
8, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
9, the old vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin. (Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si ")
10, last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers")
1 1, several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
The banyan tree (Yang Wanli) is neither round nor round, and the axe must be returned. A few times, even the flowers grew into bacteria, and an empty fat leg was always weak.
Shore trees (Yang Wanli) Shore trees are as straight as clouds, and whoever sends them to attract the water shore. Not greedy for mirrors, always inclined to take pictures.
7. In the poem 1 on the tree, we look at the green trees around your village and the light blue in the remote mountainous areas. -Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village
2. Fold willow songs to get green stripes, and move away from Jindian to plant Qingyun. Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. -Han Cong's Liu
3, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -He Zhangzhi's Singing Willow
4. the willow is dark and the flowers are bright, and the golden embankment is evergreen. Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix. How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. -Li Qiao "Liu"
I haven't seen Jiangtou for three or four days, and all the willows on the bridge are old gold. The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries. The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. -Cui Wei "Linchuan meets Liu Xin"
6. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. -Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers"
7. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion"
Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. -Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou to Enjoy Lotte"
9. Some trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by their amorous feelings in spring. Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. -Du Mu's "Liu Jueju"
10, every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of sweet grass. -Yellow Crane Tower in Ho Choi