The fourth grade modern poems describing plants include the following:
1. "Rape Flower"
From south to north, there is a patch of yellow
< p>From west to east, a piece of yellowAs the spring breeze blows
Like a golden ocean
The waves are higher and higher.
Like lingering in mother's arms
2. "Peach Blossom"
Every time I open the window
Look around< /p>
You will open your mouth
Sing loudly
I saw you pick up the pink trumpet that asked you
Blow a beautiful song
It seems that you are telling people happily
I thought about it for a while
Oh
So you are telling people about the arrival of spring< /p>
3. "Leaves"
February and March
The leaves are green and green
May and June
The leaves are thick and thick
falling down
turning into bald heads
When will that happen?
4. The bougainvillea under Sunlight Rock
[Modern·Shu Ting]
It is a noisy waterfall
draped on a lonely stone wall< /p>
The most limited nutrition
But it gave the richest self
It is a luxurious pavilion umbrella
Covering the wilderness from wind and rain< /p>
The colder the place is
The more wild and beautiful it looks
No matter the wall or the roadside
No matter the grass slope or the stone gap
p>
As long as there is sunshine all year round
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
are all your flowering periods
Oh, it’s you who looks up
When I lower my head, it’s you
When I close my eyes, it’s still you
Even if I’m in a foreign land
As long as I think of it
The bougainvillea under Sunlight Rock< /p>
The eyes are as soft as a dream
The heart does not know whether it is sadness or joy
5. Metasequoia
Shu Ting
The water is very cool
Quiet
Let the chaotic cloud traces
lie in the ice and pure jade
< p>The setting sunoutlines the mottled scales
toward the shaded and dark bay water
the backlight can be hidden
Is that the hand that plays the sound?
Autumn becomes lighter and thicker as one wishes
With the sky and water
Each one does his own thing, but there are hundreds of links and solutions
That night of insomnia
Tossing and turning, I can’t escape your long glance
These years
I trip on this string every day
Every day
On the scene where you are still unclear
Wake up
Sleep
Until my feet Touching the coolness
The feeling of water
The warm south wind blows through the branches
White butterfly
You call me gardenia Flower?
And I don’t know
You once had the name of a metasequoia
And a season that was hidden in the backlight
I won’t tell
I no longer have to say that I was once your kind
For a moment
The white secret penetrated you
When I sighed
Suddenly withered by your hand