Poem on the change of rural environment 1. Poetry describing rural environment
1, life is like tea, calm down. Right or wrong, innocent, caused by past lives. It is wise to recognize and let go. I can't see through it, a seamless dream. No rain, no wind. We should abide by the nature of the law, and everything is made by the heart.
2. When you hit Tsing Yi, you dye a tree and a pair of moonlight sleeves to tell the story of peerless elegance.
3. If you can be happy and stable in this life, who wants to be displaced?
4, the lack of moon hanging sparse tung, leaking people at the beginning of quiet. Who saw you alone? Fuzzy and lonely. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. Lonely sandbars are very cold.
5, there are thousands of robberies in the sun, and after life, I am afraid of my life.
6. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a tree, an elf with leaves, and watch the whole autumn.
7. A lake is full of autumn and moon, and the wind is blurred and the rain is blurred.
I am obsessed with you, so I will punish you for spending the rest of your life with me.
9. If you teach your eyes that there is no hatred, you won't believe that there are hoary heads in the world.
10, the years are quiet and the night is gentle. How dare I grow old before you come?
1 1, with strong joints and no cardiac terminal. After several storms, I would rather bend than bend. The four seasons are still lush and do not compete with each other.
12, Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old. When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan?
13, everyone is crazy in summer, but the unique Zen master doesn't leave home. The meditation room is not without heating, but calm and cool.
14, one day and two days of madness, has passed 36,000 games. His new knowledge is like asking questions. He should only wander in a foreign land.
15, things are like lotus, pure and elegant, not dirty and dirty, and look down on glitz.
2. Sentences describing the rural environment
1. In the morning, I always wake up naturally. The light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter, and the songs of birds are gradually decreasing. I think it's to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, a sweet singer flew away crying. Get up and look at the time on your mobile phone. It's not six o'clock yet. The sun is already in the bushes, and the light is lightly smeared on the east wall. The light cast in the house was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely. There is so much water in this place, as long as you stand in an open place, there must be a big or small river bend flowing into your eyes.
In the morning, before the fish in the river wake up, people poke their dreams with bamboo poles. The fog is very thick, and there is no one opposite. When the two boats approached, they both broke out in a cold sweat. They repeatedly said that it was close, but the ships were staggered by more than ten feet. There is an old fisherman here, 78 years old, with a fair face and a Hong Zhong voice. "Small fish and shrimp for sale-",although it is a common cry, makes people intoxicated. When you wake up with a cup of tea, you feel comfortable and full of body fluid. Occasionally, a lazy man on the boat got drunk last night and climbed out of the cabin in a daze. Seeing that it was dark, he stood at the stern and raised a line of mud and urine. Many of them have been scolded by their wives, and the water for cooking has to be picked from this river!
There are often two lovely birds, holding the top of the willow tree by the river, with their eyes facing each other, singing chirp, infinite tenderness and snuggling up to each other. A pair of carp came out in the morning to get some air, taking advantage of the fog and playing to their heart's content, regardless of the envious and helpless eyes of the old fisherman.
The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the sun is shining, which dispels the rootless fog. The whole village suddenly came alive. Farmers get up early, nothing more than two things, burning incense at night and making breakfast. In this place, people's toilets are often by the river, and men and women do their own things and go hand in hand, but they don't feel anything wrong. Later, chickens fly and dogs jump in the village, students go to school, farmers go to the fields and workers work. The beauty of country life lies outside the courtyard. When I lived in my old house, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes and put on a set of casual clothes to go out for sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing in vision is the girl's bright red and green clothes, and the enjoyment in hearing is the refreshing sound of chickens and insects, and the sound of farmers opening the courtyard door. This gaudy color and simple voice are most suitable for this large area of wheat ears and stumbling cows. Further on, there is a hotel in the distance where people live together. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I am very happy in my heart. The wind is blowing under my feet, as if I were moved by the immortal spirit of China Kung Fu.
3. What sentences describe the rural environment?
1, the beauty of rural life is outside the courtyard. When I lived in my old home, I often wore a pair of cloth shoes, put on a set of leisure suit and went out for sightseeing. Walking in the green mountains and green waters, the most comfortable thing visually is the girl's bright red and green clothes, and the auditory enjoyment is the refreshing cock crow and the sound of farmers opening the courtyard door. This gaudy color, simple voice and this large area of wheat ears, further on, there is a restaurant in the distance, where people live together. The shop number is "Happy Forest". I am very happy in my heart. The wind is blowing under my feet, as if I were moved by the immortal spirit of China Kung Fu.
2. I always wake up naturally in the morning and the light outside the wooden window is getting brighter and brighter. The singing of birds has gradually decreased from the enthusiasm and noise of singing. I think it's to catch insects after the party. Occasionally, there is a sweet song, and it flies away after a few calls. After getting up, I look at the time on my mobile phone. It's not yet six o'clock, and the sun has risen among the trees, gently rubbing the light on the east wall. The light cast in the room was covered with floating dust, and tiny particles rose and sank happily in the light, like dancing in the morning light. Pack up mom, push her to sit in the sun and start making breakfast. Because there is no concept of time in rural life, everything can be leisurely.
3. The small farmhouse surrounded by willows is even more fascinating. The afterglow of the sunset permeates the layers of branches and leaves, and scatters on this red brick and blue tile house, giving it a layer of Huang Cancan color, and plumes of smoke are emitted from the chimney. A few swallows flitted in the air, and chickens and ducks on the ground walked around in front of the door for food. When the last sunset disappeared, the whole village was shrouded in dusk. Thousands of lights flicker slightly, flickering, setting off a beautiful and quiet night. People are immersed in this quiet atmosphere.
There is a big square lattice under the window. Near the road is a lush mango forest, and at the end of the forest is a stream, which can be said to be pitifully small. It is useful to irrigate the forest with the water from this stream! Followed by a large grassland, green grass, especially in summer, beautiful morning glory blooms on the grassland, attracting beautiful colorful butterflies, with a unique taste of hometown. There is a farmhouse near the grass. When night falls, darkness hangs over Fang Gezi. The farmhouse lights up, and the orange light is like a pair of magical eyes.
4. Ancient poems about cleaning the countryside and protecting the environment
When I was a teenager, I planted pine trees in Donggang. Moving an inch of roots at first is as trivial as transplanting rice seedlings.
Remember my late husband, not birds and birds.
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When I was a teenager, in front of the library where I lived, bamboo and cypress flowers were planted, and all the nests were on it. Wu Yangjun is a murderer, and a boy servant, maid and servant are not allowed to catch birds. For several years, they have built their nests on low branches, from which they can see their wilting. There are four or five hundred phoenix flowers, in which the feathers of this bird are rare and hard to see, but they can tame people and are not afraid of them. When they see them, they think they are different. There is nothing else, no sincerity, and trust in different kinds.
Translation:
When I was a teenager, there were bamboos, pines and cypresses and some flowers in front of my study. The courtyard was lush and many birds built nests on it. Wu Yangjun hates killing, and tells his children, handmaiden and servant not to catch birds. A few years later, the bird's nest bent the branches, and the birds hatched in the bird's nest could be seen secretly by looking down. There is also a bird called Donghua Wind. There are four or five hundred birds flying in the yard. Its feathers are the most precious and rare, but it can be tamed (stay there quietly) without being afraid of people. People in rural areas feel very strange when they see this phenomenon. There is no other reason for this, but the sincerity of treating these birds and the reason why he has always kept his promise to treat these animals different from humans.
5. Poetry about environmental change
Environmental Poetry-I think if all the people in China use a pair of disposable chopsticks.
Then, how much wood will China1300 million people waste? I think if all people in China use plastic bags. So, how much white pollution is there in China with a population of1300 million? I think if everyone in China sends a card.
So, how many resources will China1300 million people consume? Environmental protection poems praise the youth of elderly environmental protection volunteers to serve the country and leave their posts at sunset. What do they want? I devote myself to environmental protection every day, watering the city with sweat and blood. Everyone loves the beautiful environment and works hard to moisten and nourish Fang Fei. Green grass and red flowers make this city strong.
Green willows fight poplars, and everyone loves to help beauty. Boarded Wang Gangcheng Ran Guangqing Liu Qingqing Dongshan, colorful red steel city.
Pine, cypress, purple locust are lush and green leaves are blue. The former steel city was devastated, but now it is a green rainbow.
The environmental protection corps is dyed with sweat. Splendid Steel Capital has a bird's eye view of the new steel capital, and fountains compete to drop flowers.
The pearl is rainbow and the scenic spots are fragrant everywhere. The appearance of the factory building is changed into a new one, and the green grass is accompanied by the new factory building, and the flowers are blooming and the fragrance is overflowing.
Picturesque, Ren Tao was drunk and couldn't see the past everywhere. It's good to visit steel. The environment is clear, the city is smokeless, and flowers are blooming everywhere.
There are green plants everywhere, and it's really interesting to visit steel. Poetry about environmental protection: the trees in the city become residents' accounts, the trees in the city are divorced from the essence of land and forest, and green is the color of decoration. At night, I drew the thoughts of trees. In the distant wilderness, you experience the personality of the city, and a person full of feelings is lonely. Trees in the city stand on the streets, suffering from flying dust and polluted air. The nature of trees is gradually changing, and the wandering souls of fallen leaves can't find their way home. Rock branches reaching into the sky are trying to grasp the gentleness of the season. The songs of these wandering soldiers and birds, the Sanskrit sound that soothes the soul, the wind and rain all night, the roots of life are firmly grasped and deeply moved forward in the soil. Traces of the forest, trees in the city, and a natural flag are gradually fading away. A bird song cut through the shadow of restless birds in the city, a beautiful arc. The face of the city is young and mysterious, and fatigue comes from the heart. I heard a bird singing in the Woods far away from the city wall. The flowing river calls my soul and follows them across the heavy earth. Singing birds fell from their nests in loneliness and extinction, the black fog in the chimney rose further, and the blue sky no longer showed the river of life. In winter, heavy birds look around for the forest that has lost its nest. These folk singers, some timeless songs, the dreamland of the city in the dark, I can't meet my regret with beautiful thoughts. My sight is blocked by high walls, and my breath is wrapped in smoke. Running around in the crowd and traffic during the day, curled up on the sofa and lounge chair at night.
God, I want to break free, to trickle, to the quiet pavilion, to compete with the mountains and to sing to the birds. I know that my body and mind can not be separated from your nourishment, and I know that my thoughts are enriched by your comfort.
I know.-You gave me too much. Watching you get away from me, I never stopped asking for you.
Although you didn't say it silently, your pain can't be concealed, silence. I feel sorry for you. I feel deeply guilty. It's not too late to mend, and it will eventually lead to disaster.
Green mountains and green waters, fresher air, dancing flowers and trees, green grass, birds and flowers, beautiful and full of vitality, let us enjoy a colorful life. Take care of the earth where we live.
6. Pastoral poems
1, an ancient poem about rural scenery, two poems. Du Fu in Tang Dynasty has beautiful mountains and rivers and fragrant flowers and plants in spring breeze.
Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. 2, "Bamboo House" Wei leans alone in the dense bamboo forest, I am playing the piano, I am humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. 3, "Passing through the Old Village" Tang Menghao prepared chicken and rice for me, old friend, you hosted me on your farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes. 4, "Wangchuan don't leave for Pei Di" Tang Wangshan is cold and blue, and the autumn water is flowing.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Summer value meets Yu Zui, and the five willows sing wild poems? . 5, "Returning to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming loves Lao Lin and misses Lao Lin.
Land reclamation in the south and return to the countryside. The house is surrounded by about ten acres of land, thatched cottages.
The elm tree is behind Liu Yin and in front of Luotang in Li Tao. 6, "Pastoral Talk" Tang Li Bai Jiayi three years autumn, Wanli, Ban Chao.
How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water. 7, "Chai Lu" Don Wangweikong There seems to be no one on the mountain, but I think I heard a voice.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant. 8. "Mountain in Autumn Night" Tang Wang Wei stood in the autumn night after the rain.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.
Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. 9. "April in the Country" Weng Juan in Song Dynasty was covered with green hills and fields, and it was raining in the sound of rules.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields. 10, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous" Fan Song Chengda plums are golden and apricot fat, and wheat white cauliflower is sparse.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying. 1 1, "Traveling to Shanxi Village" Song Lu traveled to Xiao Mo's farmhouse, and it was a good year, leaving enough chickens and dolphins.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. 12, "Autumn Rain is Pastoral" Tang Gengkun's desert is dark and the rain is rain.
For the ancient road submerged by forest, it is all wasteland. When these five crops are harvested, several families in the isolated village cook.
Turbulence flows through the nursery and rotten leaves hang all over the autumn branches. New firewood wets dusk, and old fishing moves in the morning.
Last year, chrysanthemums were in full bloom in Dongli. 13, "Wu Xinyi" Tang's hibiscus flowers bloom in the mountains with red calyx.
There is no one in the stream, and it has begun to fall. 14, "Poems of Shang Qi Yuan Yi" Tang Wang Ping lives in water, but there are no mountains in the east.
The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people.
What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off. 15 Back to Songshan, the clear river of Tang Wangwei flows through the bushes and slowly, like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk. An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace. 16, "Cui Puyang's brother is in front of the mountain", the mountain stream is also good, and the autumn color is good, and the pool is idle.
I know the mountain in front of the door under the leisurely Xilin. Across thousands of miles of the sky, several peaks emerged from the clouds.
17, "Bird Watching Creek" Tang people idle osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
18, Tang, its huge height is close to the city of heaven, connecting Qian Shan to the corner of the sea. The white clouds merged behind, and the blue mist melted into the mountains and disappeared.
The central mountain peaks separate the southwest, and the valleys are also different. Want to find a house to live in the mountains, is it convenient for the water guide to ask the woodcutter?
19, "Pastoral Work" Tang Meng looked at Jinmamen and took the firewood road. Country songs have no confidants, and eventually no friends or relatives.
Who can recommend Ganquan Fu for Yang Xiong? 20. "From the big shop to the past, the dense bamboo road winds for forty or fifty miles to the ox." After turning over tens of thousands of dangerous roads, Tang stopped for three miles.
See disciple Lin Shanyin in the circle. Dripping rain, flowing stones.
The silence in the deep stream, the roar on the mountain. 2 1, "Four Seasons Pastoral Fun" Fan Song became a big black bird and threw it into the forest, passing through the tourists and going to Chai Fei in front of the mountain.
The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone. 22, "Spring Pastoral Work" Tang Jia is full of spring, and the apricot blossoms are white.
Hold the axe to cut down the poplar, and the lotus hoe the spring pulse. Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar.
If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far. 23. "Farmhouse on the Weihe River" In the setting sun by the Weihe River, cattle and sheep go home along the narrow path.
A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves.
The farmers who came back with hoes greeted each other cordially. No wonder I long for a simple life and sigh the old song, oh, back to the past! .
24. "New Sunny Wild" is a night watch. "Tang's" New Sunny Wild "is vast and has no atmosphere. The gatehouse of the outer city is close to the ferry pier, and the trees at the edge of the village connect the stream and the estuary.
The silvery white river is shining in the fields, especially bright, and the green mountains stand behind the ridge. It is the busy farming season, there are no idle people, and farmers are busy going to the fields.
25, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Song Fancheng flat mud mirror in Daxin construction site, every family has a meal while first frost is fine. Laughter thundered and flail rang all night.
26, "Qingxi" Wei I have driven the river of yellow flowers, and the canal of the sky is a blue stream. Ten thousand laps around the mountain in less than thirty miles.
The rapids buzzed on the piled rocks, but the light dimmed among the dense pine trees. The surface of an entrance swayed with nut horns, and weeds grew along the river bank.
In my heart, I have always been as pure as this clear water. Oh, stay on a wide flat rock and cast the fishing line forever! .
27, "Returning to the Garden" Song Tao Yuanming's strange people in the wild, several rounds of poor lanes. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
When complicated market music, pull weeds. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Often worried about sudden frost, crops wither like shrubs.
28. "My Retirement in Zhongnanshan" Wei My middle-aged heart found a way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. When the soul moves, I walk alone, in the beauty that belongs to me only.
Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
29. The children in the village are in charge of Song Fancheng's performance in the daytime and night. Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
30. "New Cool" Song Xu Jishui is full of rice leaves, and the sun shines through the trees with low smoke. Orioles also love new cool and good, flying over the green hills and singing in the shadows.
I hope I can help you, and I hope I can adopt it satisfactorily.