Flowers are quietly blooming and replicating.
Unfortunately, there is no sound.
One person,
Lying quietly on the grass,
Look at the sky,
Let the thoughts flow,
Is there anyone in the distance,
Staring into the distance?
Stars are scattered all over the sky,
Blink,
Telling the mysteries of the universe,
I share it with them.
Bit by bit in the flower season.
Heartache is the witness of youth.
Like a bud,
Full of doubts about the world,
Full of expectation and curiosity.
Despite the storm,
But there is also sunshine,
And the shelter of green leaves.
The moment I turned around, the flowers bloomed!
Listen, did you hear that?
That's the sound of flowers,
There was laughter, laughter and crying. ...
Looking at the starry sky,
I laughed,
Brilliant as flowers!
2. A modern poem about landscape writing 1 Farewell to Cambridge and leave me gently, just as I have been here gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. People who look at the scenery look at you on the bridge. The bright moon decorated your window. You decorated other people's dreams. The afternoon sun lit up the dark atrium. The flame of happiness spread to the green corridor. The fragrant language and fragrance shocked the melancholy and budding hope. Singing in the warm branches, holding comfortable notes, reading the lonely direction, operating the winter fantasy. Created a sea of love, but also intoxicated by the wind in the north, washed away the sorrow of the world of mortals. After drinking a handful of blue seawater and drawing a cup of green spring scenery, let me stir up the double pulp of poetry, weave a dream with my heart, let me compose a movement in the waves, ignite a dim heart, and the happy flame spread to the green corridor. Fragrant language and fragrance shook the earth, and melancholy and budding hope sang in the passionate branches. Grasp the comfortable notes, understand the lonely trend, understand the thoughts of winter, conjure up the ocean of love, revel in the wind in the north, and wash away the sadness of the world of mortals. Drink a glass of blue sea water, draw a picture with strokes, let me weave a dream with my heart, and let me compose a movement in the waves. Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837) charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up! Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness. Please come out, as the morning star in the north, and meet the morning glow goddess in the north! Last night, do you still remember that there was heavy snow and the sinister sky was shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. You sat there bored, but now ... Oh, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it unfolds like a tapestry on Yuan Ye.
Large tracts of snow are shining with sunshine, and only transparent Woods are darkening. The branches of fir trees glow green in the frost: the frozen river is bright.
The whole room was illuminated by amber. The newly lit fire crackled pleasantly.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time. However, should you ask someone to put the brown horse on the sled as soon as possible? Dear friends, riding lightly all the way lets us slide through the early morning snow.
Let the fierce horses run, and let's visit the open fields. The forest, the river bank, which grew not long ago, is so kind to me.
2 Thick plum tree (Su 1895—— 1925) The thick plum tree blooms with the arrival of spring, and its golden branches grow like curly hair. Sweet dew, dripping along the bark; Leave a spicy green mark, shiny silver.
Satin-like spikes sparkle under the dew, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the residual snow melts, on the grass near the roots, a silver stream flows happily all the way.
The thick plum trees spread their branches, emitting charming fragrance, golden green traces and reflecting the sun. The stream raised the waves of broken jade, splashed on the thick plum branches, bounced the strings under the cliff and sang for her affectionately.
3 Tree frost by the window (US 1874- 1963) The tree by my window, the tree by the window, I close the window when night falls; But never close the curtains, lest you and I be separated. You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground. You are as erratic as a floating cloud. Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue is not profound.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you. If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm.
On that day, fate was a child's play, which linked us together: you were influenced by the external climate and I was stimulated by the internal wind and rain.
3. 10 landscape lyric poetry 1. Jiande River night parking (Meng Haoran)
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
This five-character quatrain was written by the poet when he was roaming on the Jiande River. This paper describes the scenery he saw on the boat when he stayed on the river at night during his trip, and expresses his loneliness and sadness when he was far away from home and living abroad.
2. Break up with Xin Jian (Wang Changling) at Furong Inn.
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
The first sentence is cold rain, when night falls, parting with sad scenery; Writing that the distant mountains in the fog in the early morning are particularly lonely, Loneliness of Chushan symbolizes the author's departure.
The author did not change his mind because of exile, and always maintained a noble character and a strong and optimistic spirit.
Third, the quatrains (Du Fu)
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
The whole poem first writes about the spring scenery of the thatched cottage, and then writes about the snow-capped mountains and rivers. It is quiet in motion and bright in color, creating a fresh and pleasant atmosphere. Expressed the author's extremely happy mood.
Fourth, sitting alone in Jingting Mountain (Li Bai)
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain.
The title of the poem is "sitting alone", and the word "independence" sets the tone for the lyric and description of the whole poem, but the first sentence begins with the word "complexity" and then "exhaustion" with everyone, and the second sentence turns out to be "loneliness", which forms a strong contrast and shows the infinite loneliness in the poet's heart. Finally, the bird flew away, comparing people to mountains, as if "mountains" were lonely, and the author was in the same boat. He was in a lonely place. This not only makes Jingting Mountain lifelike, but also clearly sets off the author's feelings, which are really natural and unique.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) expresses one's mind at night (Du Fu)
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! . Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .
The first four sentences of the poem are written about what you saw and heard during the journey, creating a magnificent artistic conception; The last four sentences express the feelings of facing this magnificent moonlit river map and the current situation. "I hope my art can bring me fame and free me from the office in my sick old age!" It embodies and concentrates the poet's bitterness and injustice. The scene in the poem blends beautifully and seamlessly, highlighting the image of a lonely poet who regrets his life experience but refuses to forget his ambition.
6. Li Ning lives in Jia Dao.
Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness. Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door.
Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks. I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.
The middle two couplets focus on scenery and narration, and the first and second couplets indirectly write the author's yearning for seclusion.
Seven nights-parked near Fengqiao (Zhang Ji)
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
A night-mooring near maple bridge is a lyric poem written by the poet Zhang Ji when the country was in war, falling behind, suffering, hesitation, sadness and helplessness.
4. Lyric Landscape Modern Poetry Farewell to Xu Zhimo of Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset,
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
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English version
Farewell to Cambridge again-Xu Zhimo
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I quietly waved goodbye.
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
Golden willow by the river
Is a young bride in the sunset;
Their reflections in the waves.
Always haunting my heart.
A floating heart growing in the sludge
Swing leisurely underwater;
In the soft waves of Cambridge
I will be a water plant!
The pool in the shade of elm trees
It is not water, but a rainbow in the sky;
Break into pieces in duckweed
Is it the precipitation of rainbow-like dreams?
To dream? Just to prop up the boat and go upstream
Go to a greener place;
Or make the boat full of stars
Sing loudly in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't sing loudly.
Silence is my farewell music;
Even summer insects pile up silence for me.
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly.
Just as I came here quietly;
I gently waved my sleeve.
I won't take away a cloud.
5. Lyric scenery, modern poems about the sea > How many heroes are sincerely admired by the sunrise at sea, how many poets are attracted by the sunset at sea, how many songs are sung on the cliffs, how many footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, and how many times the sails raised to the horizon are secretly buried by the waves, cursed, sad and praised, and there has been a brilliant sea-a Zen life-a turbulent ocean. Where is the cave dug when I was a child? Where are the traces of first love? Even if your waves can wash away your memories, there are still some shells scattered on the hillside, such as the stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or the storm opens its greedy mouth. Although you have ruined countless innocent dreams in life, there are still some brave people who fly calmly like petrels in the storm and on the seaside night in the evening. The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death. How lonely my shadow is from the coastal rocks, and how proud my heart is from dusk to midnight. Let you pretend to roar, let you pretend to be calm, let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of falling and the joy of waking up.
6. Modern poems about scenery writing, let me help you,,,
Xu zhimo bid farewell to Cambridge
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river,
Is the bride in the sunset;
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant!
A pool in the shade of elm trees,
Not a clear spring,
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed.
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play songs in a starry place.
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Smell Yiduo's stagnant water;
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.
spring
Flowers are like new flowers in summer.
Turn to three seasons
You're still the same.
The breeze caresses your face, and the drizzle caresses your eyebrows.
Insomnia for three nights
I am a beauty.
Not pure or charming.
Concentrate for three seconds.
Be intoxicated with wine.
Come for you, stay awake for you
More than Sanqiu.
Memories smell better than cologne.
Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.
7. What modern poems describe scenery? 1, autumn day.
Author: Why modern?
The wind that blows through the sky also blows through your body.
The clouds cleared and the dust floated, and the village disappeared into the twilight.
The purple and golden bell struck again and again, and the sunset was a little cold.
Qiu Lai is more sparse, and vines are spinning the Milky Way overhead.
Before manna was made, loneliness had eleven colors.
The twinkling light of the grapes was absorbed by the dark branches.
The cubs and butterflies only turn around in the moonlight.
A snow completed the myth of a distant mountain, and the eagle never appeared again.
A comforting poem is as light as a feather and as heavy as a flock of birds flying by.
The old man slept in the grass, and the baby told him not to wake up.
Grass grows with him, and desolation overflows his bones.
Time is slowly gathering him instead of gently taking him away.
2. Dusk
Author: Modern Qilun
Twilight and cold
Lights surfaced from Liuyang River.
Quiet is a national and personal feeling at this moment.
Yesterday's rain put away the classical rhythm.
From a free fall
Invisible as a nostalgic person, travel through the past.
Find the parallel lines of life while walking.
I imagine myself.
Bring your own crystal clear soul. in the air
Overlooking the grass, lying on your body and practicing yoga.
Green, as if there is a shadow in memory.
But I heard someone sigh in the wind. dusk
I like to tell my love in my heart alone.
About the nicknames of distant hometown, potatoes and snow radishes.
The wind blew across the wilderness. Lonely distant mountains
After waking up, try to find something symmetrical in the brain plain.
I'm not sure about myself.
Can you contribute a three-dimensional image, even if it is too big to be appropriate?
Even if it is empty and poetic.
3. Autumn is such a scene
Author: Ni Modern
Blue dome
Green camphor
The black road leads to the distance.
Red pedestrians look at the end
Gray buildings hide the windows of the soul.
A flock of white migratory birds are crawling in the city center.
Concentrate on the teaching of ten miles of cooking smoke
4. Ode to Aershan
Author: Wei Zhi 2234 Modern
Fantasy miracle
The accidental wind blew up the dream of spring.
In the snowy area in the distance, the peaks are protruding.
Love in Qilin Peak
The bravery of legendary children
I still see it in the cuckoo valley.
That piece of red azalea
Hua hai Lian Tian
Happiness flows under the White Wolf Peak.
Songye Lake is sunny.
There are countless melancholy and sleepless in the wilderness.
Even with a thousand regrets.
I will also love Aershan Hot Springs.
Blue waves are rippling.
Traction countless happy moments.
The unfamiliar shoulders are covered with familiar fruits.
They are all seeds of the future.
But no one can obey the rules.
They crossed a river.
Fly to another heaven.
There are their swaying reflections in the water.
There are also light edges that gather and disperse back and forth.
Wake up from the water in autumn
Willow herb is blooming brightly.
Gesanghua has turned himself in.
Lightfooted. Lily's waist is getting thinner and thinner.
A wisp of gauze and mist
Waiting to melt in a fantasy aershan.
5, Taihang late autumn
Author: Dong Dengfeng Modern
I want to know when ginkgo will mature.
I see yellow gold everywhere under my feet.
I wonder when the north wind will blow.
I saw persimmon frost blushing and branches sticking up on the list.
Alpine falls
Transverse flow
The warmest hue
Dye the wild faint into beautiful pictures.
Cherish the wind blowing willow.
It rained and the lotus dried up.
Winter is coming.
please
Slowly roll up this colorful autumn picture.
Dedicated to hardworking and kind farmers.