Pang songqing
In the northeast of Enshi,
There stands a tall poplar tree.
Connected to the aura of heaven,
Accept the nutrition of the center of the earth.
Full of sunshine,
Laugh at the wind and frost,
No dancing, no charm,
Just stand tall.
He has a thick, straight stem.
Sending out a light blue light.
Convey maturity and greatness,
The branches are always upward,
Every leaf embodies the imagination of life.
Cheering in the wind,
Singing to the rain,
Talking to stars,
Dreams are connected with the blue sky and the moon.
In people's minds,
There is a tall poplar tree.
The stalwart body stands on the Yuan Ye.
People write poems and paintings under trees.
Set off a wave of wheat,
Draw the golden color of rape,
Draw a style, cross the south,
Draw a good pasture in Baimatang,
Draw a sea of 10,000 mu of tea,
Draw a fruit garden,
Draw a new village,
Draw a happy road for thousands of families,
Write fresh and elegant poems,
Write a new chapter of young poplars.
In the crowd,
There is a huge poplar tree there.
People sow hope under trees,
The girl in the tea sea is singing,
Young people are busy on the hillside.
The old lantern joke sings happiness,
People look forward to the future under poplar trees,
Learn rules, gather strength,
Make a hundred phone calls and move on.
People are talking and waving under the poplar trees.
Welcome businessmen from all walks of life.
The streets are long and the rivers bend.
Poplar leaves the river, people leave the ocean,
The dream of the new poplar has set sail. ...
2. Praise Bai Juyi's famous sentence "Yang Liuzhi Ci" in Tang Dynasty: "Trees are as golden as silk. Who owns the wild garden in the west corner of Yongfeng all day? "
Zhou Bangyan's warrior Lan Lingliu
Liu Yin is straight and smoky.
On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, and the water fluttered and the cotton was sent away.
Visit the old country. Who knows that jinghua is tired?
Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Choose two of your own ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Looking for old traces, drinking and mourning strings, leaving a watch and light.
Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food.
Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth.
The accumulation of sadness and hatred.
Gradually leaving pu haunts, Tianjin is silent.
Sunset, Ran Ran, endless spring.
Holding hands, I miss the moon and the pavilion, smell the flute on the bridge, and miss the past, like tears in a dream.
Bai Juyi's Yang Liuzhi Ci in Tang Dynasty
A tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as soft as gold and as soft as silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Maoliu
Tang Bai Juyi
A green tree is sad, it has been separated from hatred by several people.
Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze.
Suzhou willow tree
Tang Bai Juyi
Jinguyuan is graceful and graceful, and Qujiang Pavilion is swaying.
Old people parade everywhere, unlike Suzhou, where there are the most willows.
Floccules on baldness touch your face, leaving you helpless in spring.
Chang 'an Liu Xin
Don
At the beginning of nine strange clouds, yellow willows are new. The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first.
The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty. I want to break one and go back to this morning.
Willow beside the water in May
Tang cuihu
The roots are elegant and the shadows are shallow. Sleeping face is cold and stretching is softer.
The empty column is heavy and the water is scattered. Like a drunken scene, like a moon dew.
A long fish is surprised by mistake, but a weak bird is surprised. Don't be sentimental for a long time, including climbing mountains in spring.
willow
Sugar crisp rice
When the wind slows down, when the smoke blows water. If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch.
Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry. My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts.
Liu Xin
Sugar crisp rice
Ruthless and soft, I was urged by the spring, as if I could not stand the wind and leaned against the ancient platform.
What do you hate in the past and present? The color of the fishing ditch comes to the DPRK.
Willow trees on the bank
Don Dai Shulun
The weeping willows are full of silk, and spring comes to weave parting. Pedestrians climb high, when my concubine heartbroken.
Fudechang Liu Ting
Don Dai Shulun
The pavilion is full of water. The rain grinds the gold thread thin and the smoke soft.
Seeing the guests off adds new hatred, and listening to the songbirds reminisce about the past. Give more and take more, and you will get late autumn.
Tiliu
Tang dihuan
The south is far from the north, and the shadow dances here. Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings.
Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River. It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song.
Liu Du
Dondum
A cigarette willow shakes the wind for a long time.
The beauty could not bear to fold and looked back at her hand.
Liu jueju
Dondum
A group of trees are newly opened, and they are fascinated by the amorous feelings of spring.
Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream.
Liu Xin
Dondum
The wind can't shake, the color is new, and the waist is envious.
The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first.
A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.
More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person.
Yugouliu
Don Du Xunhe
The method reaches the fishing ditch in spring, and the willow beside the ditch is new. The cage passed through the forbidden water and gently blew to North Korea.
The sun is near, the sun is early, and the sky is low. Gu Ying's habitat is unstable, so it is difficult for maids to draw.
Chu shook the waves in the air, and the Sui dike darkened the dust. How to get to the imperial city, you must first cover the golden dragon.
willow
Tangfanggan
The swaying posture makes the wind blow, and the embankment is softer than silk. You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak.
Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei. How to climb, bosom friend and poetry.
willow
Tang hanhe
A cage of golden thread bends the bridge, and several children hurt their backs.
But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long.
Two poems about willow trees
Tang guyun
Dewdrops and smoke hung everywhere, and the yellow and green were uneven.
There is no wind floating in the long beach, and the wide stranger begins to pity the sun.
Draw a feast and steal a dance, and learn to frown in the dressing cabinet.
Stay in the pavilion, don't let go of the spring dusk, and fold a thousand branches.
3. Is there a poem that appreciates development and prosperity by chanting towering trees? My heart is filled with endless gratitude. I meditate on how to repay you in this life, but the oath before the three stones has turned into a dream of red mansions. Lotus leaves coming out of the water are beautiful and refined, and also extremely fragile. When there are no tears, you will die in your previous life. Don't wait for the afterlife to continue. My tears will flow through your wound, so you won't get hurt. It was a red sun, the sunshine of my hometown.
Hometown, sunny and snowy areas, white is your only pursuit. Snow shines in the sunshine, and then turns into soft spring water, taking away the sadness in winter.
Go home, in the dark, snowflakes fall. Open the doors and windows, the sun shines down, sit at the desk and feel the charm of the words quietly.
Standing on the windowsill, holding the phoenix tree in hand and putting on the cotton-padded jacket made by my mother, my heart returned to the snow and the youthful sunshine. The setting sun was golden, and my father waved his hoe and watered his beautiful home with sweat.
Surrounded by snow, my sister looked at the green wheat seedlings in the field with bright eyes and described her beautiful tomorrow in poetic language. Sitting in front of the house, thinking about my distant childhood.
Making a snowman and having a snowball fight is the greatest pleasure for a group of boys in authentic mountain villages. When I was a child, I knew that there were mountains outside the mountains, and when the snow melted, there would be snowflakes falling.
In the morning, the wind stopped and the dream woke up, only the snow was still flying. But I will feel the sunshine soon. I saw my mother and sister walk into the winter sunshine together, facing the shining snow light.
The snow on the road, a string of footprints, has been extended to spring. On that snowy day, the plum blossom I was waiting for bloomed, pink, in the sunshine, in the snowflakes, on the roadside of the village entrance, like a pretty woman, and walked onto the white stage, showing her charm.
Outside Meiling, in the snow, poetry comes to mind. It began to snow in Qinba Mountain area, and it was another winter in my hometown.
Snow is on the road, waiting for the sun to melt your life into a part of spring. Greetings in the wind slowly bring the news of spring.
Spring has come. Before the glacier came and woke up, the earth was full of vitality.
On a sunny day, cold came to me with snow. Snow turned into ice, and ice turned into water, which is about to become a new scene of spring. In the sunshine field last winter, my comfortable feeling disappeared and my memory was full of wonderful sunshine.
On a snowy day, I miss my love with a girl on my beloved soil. That winter, before the sun came out, she crossed the snow to warm my land.
It's snowing. Sunshine.
Beautiful her. Happiness, happiness, is a realistic poem, sending away my winter cold.
She came on a snowy day, and the cold wind blew away the sadness in my poem. I walked alone in the snow, and she brought a lonely poet back to reality from virtual beauty.
Sunshine opened my full desire, and then saw her smile. Pieces of snowflakes bring a few poems.
The warm sunshine makes our winter no longer cold. She snuggled up in her warm arms and read affectionate poems. She closes her eyes from time to time and thinks about the beauty and happiness outside of poetry.
She poetized my day. On sunny days, I began to smile, and suddenly she has become my bride in this life.
3. In winter, embrace fire. One snowy night, the fire was opposite me.
Poetry was born out of a conversation between my wife and me. In the poem, in the spring garden, flowers are waiting to open.
The sunshine before dawn will melt the cold in my heart. The cold wind is still there, the snowflakes are still there, and the chill slowly begins to close, forming transparent crystals.
Wine gives off an attractive fragrance from the cup, my wife's face is close to mine, and the old sunshine grows a pair of jealous eyes. Happiness needs no reason. The sunshine by the river warmed us.
My wife and I walked hand in hand by the river, and she was all smiles. The tears blown down by the river wind in memory are like the waves on the sparkling river, surging with the spring tide.
The sun set on my face, hands and feet, and all the days became clear. Under the sunshine, my wife and I stepped forward, and the poetic rhythm made love begin to make public.
In the sun, we began to read poems. Poetry is the sunshine in winter, which illuminates the boat in our life and braves the wind and waves. On the morning of going to the sunshine, I received some feelings.
Through poetry and sunshine, I spread my attachment to emotion and my love for life. The sun shines on us, and we express our love for life with hard-working hands in the sun.
Breathing in the morning is the most touching call of sunshine. The red light in the east shrinks all wishes into a kind of strength, reflecting many refreshing memories.
Pure river, breaking through the mist of dawn, village, my water lover, water smile, bright, pious and dignified. Love, the love that colorful flowers can't bind; A paper boat, pursuing the harbor of emotion along the bank of years.
Youth and sunshine, love is full of declarations. Used to be a song in the past, used to be a brilliant poem.
Slow down the pace, beat the sparse mountains and rivers, feel the rigidity of the mountains, and look back at the spring when the rivers are surging. The blood of the long river, along the winding thoughts, reaches a sunny tomorrow.
Waiting in the space of life, waiting for the careful kneading of the sun. It's on fire.
Iron in the fire. Hearts are flooded with emotion.
The distortion of sunlight opens the garden of earthly love. Roses, red miracles, flashing lights, are the vows of sunshine without regrets.
[Original] Emotional poem Feelings of Flying Snow (2007-0 1-02 08:55:06) Classification: My poem has gone through countless primitive feelings and flew to the only green in the universe. The most beautiful green sphere here has an open mind, and countless trees support my body. I'm afraid I'll break my body. Perhaps the most enthusiastic place here is near the sun. The poet's pen is celebrated for thousands of years. I like to fall gently between thinking and words, and I like to listen to my heart beating the solid knocker with girlish feelings. Committed to visiting every kind soul from afar, reluctant to leave, waiting for the arrival of spring to turn into running water with you (1), struggling to hold every accessible soil. I will firmly support the big tree on my back and try to absorb nutrients from every inch of soil. I will make my big tree bear my pride every minute. (2) Don't ask me how hard I worked to get out of the ground. I just want to show it.
4. Words to describe towering trees
1, cypress trees towering, willows yiyi, smoky and full of vitality.
2. Branches and leaves are swaying, bamboo forests are shaded, and branches are hovering in the vast forest.
3, tall and straight branches and leaves, such as trees and bamboos, the shadow is thin and oblique.
4. One school is full of vitality, pines and cypresses, lush, with sloping branches and green as onions.
5, lush, colorful, dead leaves, broken branches, pines, red maple like fire.
6. The bamboo forest is surrounded by lush trees with mottled shadows.
7. Cover the sky with green, cover the sky and cover the sun, and dry the branches of pine and cypress trees.
8. Green branches and leaves, vast forests and trees, lush green shade, dense pine and bamboo, and Lin Tao whistling.
9. Dead trees are intertwined. Every spring, the forest is overcast and the sky is overcast.
5. The modern poem "Youth Poplar" praises the big tree Pang Songqing. A towering poplar stands in the northeast of Enshi.
Connect the aura of heaven above and accept the nutrition of the center of the earth below. Sprinkle with sunshine, smile at the wind and frost, don't dance or flatter, just hold your head high.
He has a thick straight stem that emits light blue light. It conveys maturity and greatness, the branches are always upward, and every leaf embodies the imagination of life.
Cheer in the wind, sing in the rain, talk to the stars, and dream of connecting the blue sky with the moon. In people's minds, a tall poplar stands upright, and its stalwart body stands on the leaves.
People write poems and draw pictures under the trees, draw bursts of wheat waves, draw golden rape flowers, draw the amorous feelings of South Lido, draw the fertile farmland pasture of Baimatang, draw a sea of tea of 10,000 mu, draw a garden full of fruits, draw a new village, draw a happy road for thousands of families, and write fresh and elegant poems. Beside people, stands a huge poplar tree.
People sow hope under trees, girls in the sea of tea are singing, teenagers on the hillside are busy, ancient lamps are joking and singing happiness, people look forward to the future under poplars, learn rules, gather strength, and be United as one. People waved under poplars to welcome businessmen from all walks of life.
The dream of a street leader, a bend in the river, poplars going down the river, a sea of people and new poplars has set sail.
6. Poems describing big trees are full of trees and grass. Trees and herbs are thriving. From: Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea" in Han Dynasty.
Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood. I drove the chicken to the top of the tree, and then I heard someone knocking at Chai Men. From: Three Poems of Qiang Village by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty (the third).
The wind whistling in the trees and the north wind howling in sorrow. The wind rustled the trees and the north wind roared. Cao Cao said it in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Outside the south gate is a towering tree. Outside the south gate, there is a lush tree with lush foliage. From Liu Zongyuan's Drinking in the Tang Dynasty.
Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people. Liu Bei, Kong Ming, the monarch and the minister met with the times, and the tree was still cherished. Said by: Du Fu's "Gu Bai Xing" in Tang Dynasty.
There are a lot of hate stations on the border. Why not build trees? There are many hate platforms in the border, and trees groan in them. Said by: A Trip to Shang Tang in the Han Dynasty.
Jing Zhen combs the pond, and the fox and rabbit are proud of the tree. All kinds of grass and trees are arranged like comb teeth, filling the pond. The fox and the rabbit are bold, and they don't run away when they see people, so they walk around the tree. From: Poems of Lotus Palace by Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty.
Once the city was full of houses of China people, and the trees were pale in winter and winter. There are many tall buildings with houses in China in the city. In the cold winter, the trees are gray. Du Fu said it in the Tang Dynasty.