A poem about the dedication of poplars 1. Poems about the selfless dedication of poplars
Harmony songs.
I'm not sad if the ancient people in anxiety don't die. Who is Bai's burial place in Jiuyuan misty rain?
The same dust, the same finger. Life is like this. What's the difference between floating clouds and running water?
A short song, a short song that will fall forever. Ye Gong Liang Garden is famous, and spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings.
Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death. Ancient Tang Dynasty. There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road.
Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars. Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together.
Wealth and peace can be shared, returning home with clothes to protect chastity Author: Poplar Author: Wang Shui's original green dress was blown into gold by the seasonal wind. Once upon a time, the whispers of Yaner and the songs of Yinger had already gone away from the branches, and the sparse leaves seemed to tell the vicissitudes of the years. In spring, you entrust your hopes to Guihong, and in summer, you weave your enthusiasm into beautiful clothes, giving birth to countless dreams. Become a paradise for birds and a hotbed for cicadas. In autumn, you twist your thoughts into lines and express the desolation and tragic loss of the season with a faint moon. In winter, you scattered all the beauty of a tree, facing the snowflakes all over the sky, and you were happily wrapped in silver and fragrant. Now you let the afternoon sun wander, you shake off the dead leaves and merge into light water to flow together.
Chapter II: Poplar in Winter Author: Liu Winter Poplar, facing the first sunrise in winter in the cold wind. No rich makeup, no false appearance; Only a tall and straight heart.
In the white season, snow covers the land in the north. In the cold wind, poplars have a tenacious backbone.
Hold your strong head high, look at the direction of Mount Tai, and let out a cry in your heart. Any snowstorm.
Can't stop the road ahead. A winter poplar is still strong in the ice and snow! Chapter 3: Poplar Author: Today, the leaves of poplars are very dense. What I said was that I saw poplars yesterday, which was a magician's trick. It's hard to know the next moment. Poplar stretched out a hand with one eye, put all the leaves away and put them in the trunk. It is not impossible to stretch out a hand in the mirror, not to mention the mysterious pattern of poplar bark. The trunk is suspiciously plump. This tree is much thicker than last year. Chapter Four: Hu Yangshu! Hu Yangshu Author: Mo Qingli was born and raised in the northwest, firmly settled in the northwest, and continued a race! Hu Yangshu, from the photo, I saw the picture of you fighting the sandstorm. This tragic scene attracted my attention. The bones with white scabs attracted my attention! Hu Yangshu will not die for 3,000 years, but will last for 3,000 years. Aren't you "Long live"? Your breath is whistling among the leaves. You are the best husband in the tree. You are the emperor in the tree! Hu Yangshu's decent kumquat yellow robe and mandarin jacket is the most beautiful dress in your life ... Ah! Hu Yangshu! Hu Yangshu Chapter 5: Hu Yangshu Author: gcq2009 If you are lucky enough to witness a piece of green in the vast desert ravaged by sandstorms, it will be the most extravagant eye contact. At this time, Populus euphratica, as the protagonist, often creates a visually stunning and mixed character image in a desolate background. Even if it is a thousand years, life will not die, and it will not fall and be immortal. This rock-like life, seemingly simple but exquisite, makes all sentient beings stand quietly and become a tough backbone-a vicissitudes of life landscape, carefully carved by wind and frost, hanging on the heavy branches of the years.
So a name is lonely in the dust, and a character is vigorous in the prosperity. Chapter VI: Hu Yangshu Author: Jirentai Hu Yangshu, with a long history of1.300 million years ago, can be charming in the scorching sun, stand tall and straight on the frozen ice, dance in the desert sand, hold out a piece of green in spring and present a golden autumn. Eating salt and alkali three times a day also turns tears into human wealth. Chapter 7: Poplar Author: He Xinyu, you recorded the shape of the north wind with a lofty gesture. Silent, silent to the rising sun.
Although I grew up on a barren plateau, I wore severe frost. New branches will always represent spring.
You have witnessed my growth and I admire your dignity. If the cold wind comes as scheduled, I will still look at you.
The morning glow dyed your smiling face red, and the evening dew soaked your clothes. You embrace the bright moon and bathe in the starlight.
You draw nourishment from the depths of this plateau and stretch out your arms to fly to the sky. With your green attraction, my thoughts soar in the vast universe.
Chapter 8: Under the poplar: There is also an earth bag under the poplar in Yan Lu. In the white song mourning the old man who just left, listening to the old man telling his past joys and sorrows, it is impossible for his children to know that there is still an earthen bag under the poplar. An old man just left behind, listening to the voice of the old man, but listening to the feelings of his children.
2. What are the poems describing poplars?
1 "Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The Baiyang Cross Lane in Jinling is the entrance to the river in the north.
Wu Guoquan in the Three Kingdoms period was finished, and now only the Tang Dynasty is green.
The world changed greatly, and Gong Wei of Wu fell ill.
There were only a few earth cloth bags in the Six Dynasties, and the former nobles are now crying woodcutters and mulberries.
2 "Cold Food and Wild Hope"
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.
The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.
3 "Long song"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.
Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.
People in the same robe are old when they meet.
North of Hanjialing, south of Chang 'an Road.
There are dead roots under the tree, and there is a squirrel nest on the tree.
The descendants of Emperor Gao are exhausted, and no one will live for a thousand years.
Baoyu was found frequently, but the elves could do nothing.
Life needs life, and there is wine, Long song.
4 "Three Elegies"
Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming
Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.
Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.
If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!
Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?
But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.
There was no wine before, but now it's empty.
Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!
The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.
I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
Once you go out, you will come back healthy.
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.
The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.
A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.
Always send people away and return to their homes.
Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.
What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.
5 "Drive to the East Gate"
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Drive to the east gate overlooking Guo Bei's tomb.
Poplar rustling, pine and cypress passageway wide.
There are old and dead people, and there are long twilight years.
Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years.
The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew.
Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid.
Long live and send more, saints can't do it.
Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine.
Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous?
6 "Go to Japan and go to sparse"
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Few people go, and those who come are close.
Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains.
The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages.
I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.
Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.
3. Poems praising poplars
1, Spring Tour of Qiantang Lake
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Bypassing the north of Gushan Temple, strolling in the west of Jiagong Pavilion, the white clouds hang low at the beginning of the lake. Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud. Wild flowers will be dazzling when they are competing to open, and spring grass has just crossed the horseshoe before it grows tall. The beautiful scenery in the east of the favorite lake is unforgettable. Rows of willow trees pass through a white sand embankment.
2, "quatrains, short awnings in the shade of ancient trees"
Song dynasty: zhinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
I tied the boat in the shade of a tall old tree; Crossing the bridge with crutches, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery. The drizzle won't wet my clothes; It floats on the gorgeous apricot flowers, making the flowers more brilliant. The breeze blowing on the face no longer makes people feel cold; It dances with slender green wicker, which is particularly embarrassing.
3. Rural residence
Qing Dynasty: Gao Ding
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
In February of the lunar calendar, the grass around the village has gradually sprouted and grown, and orioles are flying around. Willow covered with long green branches, swaying in the wind, as if gently stroking the bank. The evaporated water vapor between Shui Ze and vegetation condenses into smoke. Willow seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful scenery. After school, the children in the village hurried home and flew kites in the blue sky when the east wind blew.
4. "Jinling Baixia Pavilion"
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
There are three poplars in the post, just as the door is white.
Yanwu is long, and Hanshui gnaws ancient roots.
Always see me off, look back and smile.
If you see it later, climb over and find Yu Yi.
Three poplar trees outside the post booth are facing Baixia Gate. The mist of Wu shrouded the long willow branches, and the surging Han River gnawed at the ancient willow roots. Looking back at the friends who came to see me off, it's hard to laugh. When you see this willow tree again, climb one for me and give it to me to express your homesickness.
5. Two poems about Zhi Zhu, the first part
Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
The willow-green river is wide and flat, and I heard the song of the river.
Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.
The Yangliuqing River is wide and flat, and I hear my lover singing on it. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west say it's sunny but sunny.
4. Ancient poems describing poplars
1, Cold Food and Wild Hope-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.
Poplar is covered by begonia flowers and pear flowers, which is the place where life and death leave.
2, "Go to Japan"-anonymous in Han Dynasty
I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.
Poplar was rustled by the strong wind, as if mourning for himself. In the rustling sound, people's hearts are filled with cold autumn sadness.
3. Car to the East Gate-Anonymous in Han Dynasty
Drive to the east gate overlooking Guo Bei's tomb.
Poplar rustling, pine and cypress passageway wide.
Driving out of Shangdong Gate, looking back to the north of the city, I saw Mangshan Cemetery. Poplar trees in Mangshan cemetery, long wind swaying poplar branches, rustling leaves turning, pine and cypress growing on both sides of the tomb.
4. Three Elegies (Part Two)-Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties
Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.
In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.
The grass on the vast Yuan Ye is yellow, and poplars are swaying in the bleak autumn wind. It was September in first frost, and my relatives sent me to the outer suburbs.
5, "Long Songs"-Tang Dynasty poet Wang Changling
In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.
Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.
The empty leaves are filled with bleak wind, and the leaves are covered with withered wormwood. Tie the reins on the horse. I leaned against the poplar tree. Who knows where my arm is going?