A modern poem about trees 1: A flowering tree I am a tree.
An ordinary tree
Growing in northern China.
It's a little cold in spring,
I believe the weather will become warm and dry soon.
I believe that wet days will come soon.
So I'm still saving my strength,
Breed new buds quietly,
Breeding bud snowflake
Kiss me once in a while.
The spring breeze greets me softly from time to time.
Spring rain, when can I see you, running with the bull?
Quiet and peaceful land of China.
You can also hear the natural cracking of the earth's crust
But not worried about nuclear pollution.
I can't see missiles flying everywhere,
A tragic scene of war and smoke
As a tree growing here,
I feel happy and calm.
Please feel free. I just need this spring.
Bloom my beauty quietly.
Did you see me or not?
I will be there.
Not sad or happy.
The flowers have withered,
I will not cry
Yinweitian fruit
There are branches everywhere.
A modern poem about trees 2: The pine trees outside the window can't engrave your steadiness.
Rain and snow are just clothes you change from time to time.
I'm standing on a solid earth base in front of your roots.
Touch the wrinkled skin of your calluses with both hands.
I salute you, my tenacity and strength.
Good companion-pine tree
It is your silence that makes my morning reading mellow.
Green decorated the dull and bright classroom.
Every time a gust of wind passes, you should dance lightly.
Say to me: Hi! Cheer up and stop being lazy.
Spring, summer, winter, autumn, sunny, cold and warm.
No one can be indifferent to your persistence.
Whether I come or not.
Seeing is believing, seeing is believing.
The wind blows off acacia, but it doesn't stop your invasion.
A overwintering pine tree Author: Red Wall Jade
Pine trees wintering according to the pattern
Not dead, so not alive.
It is said that "dry and glorious" is called living.
Don't! I want to say that a pine tree shows
It is precisely the realm of life that has already been set.
White eyes, no happiness and no worries.
What kind of setbacks, adversity
-the threat of winter is quiet and grateful. ...
Those dusty, yellow and green needles
Conquer the softness of a sympathetic, compassionate, kind and innocent heart.
The blade of the wind strengthened its bones.
A layer of frost bends its meridians.
The relentless ridicule of the rain leads to its blood.
The lightness of the snow melted its gnashing heart.
An old man stood and walked through the mountains and rivers of Wan Li.
A net full of life experiences hovers overhead.
The description of the big tree in modern poem 3: the love of two trees watching each other hits the face.
A drunken amorous man
Move the repetitive steps in the dark night
Miss the person of your dreams.
Every lonely night
It seems to be a person's loneliness.
Step on the wooden bridge of love
Soul watching companion
The night gives the world a quiet.
The world gives the night a kind of loneliness.