1. What are the poems about roots?
What are the poems about roots? 1. Idioms, poems and sentences about roots.
In the final analysis, find the root and pull out the tree. Searching for roots, uprooting trees, looking for roots without roots
Talking about roots without roots, mowing down roots, mowing down weeds, rooting out the roots, intertwined roots, reaching the root of the earth
Cutting off the roots, extinguishing the roots, cleaning the roots, rafters, tile roots The roots are knotted and knotted together
The roots are knotted together according to the disks. The roots are firmly entangled according to the disks. The root is deep, the root is solid, the root is deep and solid
The root is deep, the root is deep, the root is deep, the root is leafy, the root is deep, the branch is thick, the root is native and long
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Cut the grass, remove the roots, remove the weeds, remove the roots, roots and tips. The six roots are pure.
The six roots are quiet. Roots fall to the ground, fallen leaves return to their roots, bring trouble to the body, dig to the bottom of the tree
Digging to the bottom, digging to the bottom of the tree, searching for the roots, tangled roots, tangled roots, looking for the bottom of the chassis Ben
Deep roots, deep roots, solid roots, deep roots, very deep roots, flat knots, big roots, deep roots
The tree fell down and destroyed the tree thousands of feet high, the leaves fell back to the roots and picked the roots without roots. Solid without roots and pedicles
A tree without roots, water without a source, without roots. Cut the grass, remove the roots, cut the plants, dig up the roots, find the roots, pull out the trees
Search for the roots, search for the roots, ask for the roots, search for the roots, search for the roots. Asking about the root and biting the root of the vegetable
Bite the root and the leaves fall back to the root. Move the root and change the leaves. Move the roots and join the leaves
Lead the rope to arrange the roots. Lead the rope to criticize the roots. Talking without roots has roots and bottom. Where there are roots, there are seedlings
No matter how strong the roots are, they will be damaged. The roots will be cut in series and weeds will be removed. /p>
Trace back to the roots, trace back to the roots, trace back to the roots
The bamboo shoots grow in the dew path, and the moss color brushes the frost roots.
The fragrance of orchids carries far away in the wind, and the fragrance of cymbidium flows through its roots.
2. Are there any poems praising tree roots?
"Old Tree Roots in Hometown"
The two huts built by my father are still there,
The low roofs are filled with autumn.
My childhood friend has disappeared.
In the distance stands my father’s grave quietly.
I look up to the sky,
but the floating clouds laugh at me,
I can no longer tell the weight of the autumn colors on the leaves in my hands.
Light up a lonely cigarette,
silently watch it climb and swirl,
and then be blown away by the breeze,
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(Like my wandering half life.)
It seems that in the tail of the wind,
there is the fragrance of needle grass,
but also with As a child
Same.
That little girl who played house with me,
Who is it
reading the sadness between your brows now?
If it were not by chance,
maybe it would be me,
picking up autumn leaves with you,
helping you The binding sighed.
I wish I could,
use this bald pen,
to plant my feelings at this time into yours
Dream marks.
Lean down,
kiss again,
kiss the roots of this hometown,
the old tree.
(The garden trees are also sadly gone, and the autumn atmosphere does not bring back the old style.
Returning to my hometown where I have been away for many years, I used to play house games under the old tree under it as a child) Only the old roots are left. I sat on the old tree roots, lit a wisp of cigarette, and watched it rise. Scenes of the past came to my mind. I couldn't help myself, so I wrote these lines)
< p> Stipa is a small green grass that often grows on river banks. It has white-striped flowers and can be eaten when the flowers are not in bud. It seems to be a little sweet and has a refreshing fragrance.=================
Silently plunge the tentacles of life into that fertile land.
Trees are for standing up, and you are for lifting up.
The roots that give one after another are like suckers, sucking, gathering and losing.
Over the years, you have tried your best at the bottom of life, making selfless sacrifices and struggling for the green hope on the branches.
Can you say that you have no desire? Can you be said to be too ordinary and insignificant?