Beautiful modern poems describing the scenery

Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation. Image management is more important than rhetoric application, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry "gentle and sincere, mourning without complaining", and puts more emphasis on free and open, straightforward statement and communication between "feeling and invisibility" The following are the beautiful modern poems (8 selected poems) that I have compiled to describe the scenery. Welcome to share.

Beautiful modern poems describing the scenery 1 "Looking down"

I looked down.

Overlooking the old days

In the locked drawer.

Find some peace.

Sometimes, I get used to it.

Be used to being on one's high horse

Whether looking at the clouds in the sky

Or the distant scenery

One day, my father asked me

Looking for childhood among a group of ants

And some footprints I lost.

I suddenly lost the courage to look up.

I stopped looking up.

Of course, I will still keep a straight face.

On a calm lake

Look at some refraction and reflection.

Beautiful modern landscape poem 2 "I don't remember"

I don't remember

When did you come?

As if you don't remember.

Who was wearing new clothes that day?

That day, it was raining lightly.

I am in the south of the dream.

Rocking the boat

I don't know if I'm chasing one.

Yellow leaves falling in autumn

Wise people enjoy Leshan, while benevolent people enjoy water.

I only chase your bamboo flute.

A layer of mountains, a layer of water.

I almost forgot myself.

Like a fish out of water

You are in your world.

I saw my scenery.

Who let the breeze blow away your veil?

Send me a lifetime of confusion.

Beautiful modern poem 3 "Wind is redundant scenery" describes the scenery.

The wind is unnecessary scenery.

Just like me in autumn.

Become a redundant person

Someone, put autumn

Polished into a golden moon

Someone, put your heart

Brush it into a twinkling star

I am a redundant person.

Extra eyes

See some unnecessary scenery

What about the extra wind?

Always in my free time.

Knock on my window.

I remembered some superfluous stories.

Beautiful modern landscape poem 4 "Scenery outside the window"

someone says that

Or travel.

Either study.

whole-heartedly

There must be one on the way.

Before you take the train

On the way to a new destination.

Did you notice the scenery along the way?

When you are tired from work or reading.

Do you have the habit of standing by the window and looking into the distance?

Take pictures of the scenery outside the window.

Your mood and feelings.

Let's share it with you.

Beautiful modern landscape poem 5 "Four Seasons Songs on Campus"

Golden campus

We came noisily.

Young mind

Full of infinite expectations

The world in plain clothes

We let off steam.

Passionate feelings

The colorful life of radiation

Green campus

Those ignorant teenagers

Publicize the glory of life

Appreciate the infinity of knowledge

Hot campus

Those young faces

Full of knowledge

Looking forward to the new school year

Beautiful modern poem 6 "A Kind of Scenery" describes the scenery.

Time is like quicksand, slowly turning the artistic conception of the wind.

The six parts in the wheel of karma are destined to be a reflective practice.

Looking at the season of willow leaves, listening to the intimate feelings of the dialogue between the sun and the moon.

Shiyu echoed, precipitating the broken shadow of looking back blankly.

Appreciate a status quo and helpless life image.

Old love in the field, cherish the youth scenery in a fleeting time.

In the biting cold wind in winter, take out the love in your heart to keep warm.

The significance of several graffiti depicts a different life landscape.

Singing andante of the years, drawing circles along the life of the season.

All the dead leaves in the oasis have fallen, revealing a beautiful line of defense.

The sunshine in the depths of the soul has warmed the frozen years of the Millennium.

In the memory of insomnia, I walked through a charming mountain and river.

A beautiful modern poem describing the scenery 7 "You decorated my dream and I decorated your scenery"

Tonight, the moonlight falls gently.

Soften shy thoughts

Your whispering lips come with the wind.

you and I

Looking at the water through the curtains of moonlight.

Keep your thoughts in your arms.

Ink into a long poem

There is a kind of love that needs no confession.

Sitting in the arms of the night

Gently dip in night ink

Smash daydreams

The other side that can't ferry

Fly gracefully through the dust of the Millennium.

Seclusion in Tang Poetry and Song Poetry

Drink softly and sing softly, and collect warmly.

The world of mortals is gentle, and you are my most beautiful poem.

Weak water 3 thousand, I love your shallowness alone

There is a kind of love, accompanied by heart.

There is a kind of love, which can be described as a lifetime.

Mo Xiang Xiang Xiang ban

Brew an unchangeable oath

You decorated my dream.

I embellished your scenery.

I want to make up for it with poetry.

Dress up as you like

Elegance and grace in your heart

You can browse and watch.

There is a tacit understanding.

When the wind is light.

We hugged each other and wrote poems with wine.

You write, I sing.

When the clouds are light.

We depend on each other and count the stars into flowers.

You play, I sing.

You soaked me in ink and thrush.

I'll draw an eyebrow for you.

The combination of piano and harp

Drunk dancing and clear pool, obsessed with moonlight

Beautiful modern landscape poem 8 "The scenery in my mind"

Autumn, sunset,

Calm lake water,

Yellow birch forest,

The reflection is symmetrical between heaven and earth.

Breeze, scattered memories

Like duckweed floating on the shore,

This, that.

Snow-covered peaks,

Saussurea involucrata, blooming on the steepest cliff,

A touch of purples in the distance,

Turquoise scattered in loess,

You can't smell the fragrance, but you can see the beauty.

Rain, sparse thoughts,

Flash, fall into the hourglass,

Dropping water under the eaves,

One drop, two drops, three drops ...

Leaning against the window lattice,

Look at the fog

Look at the hibiscus covered with water drops.

Slow time,

Leisurely years,

I can't live without my drifting back.

Sadness, distortion,

Pain, lift it up.

The eagle roared in the air,

Sharp eyes,

A hard beak,

The hare is running wildly,

A tragic scream,

His soul left the body,

A little red, a little palpitation,

Since then, it has returned to dust.