A poem about birch forest 1. A poem about birch forest
1, love birch forest
In my memory, there is a place that always touches my faint thoughts. There are green shoots in spring; There is a refreshing wind in summer; There are flying leaves in autumn; There is snow in winter. It's a birch forest on Taiping Mountain in my hometown.
"February grass grows and warblers fly" is another beautiful day when the snow melts. Before the earth fully awakens, the winter of birch forest has already quietly disappeared. The branches of the birch tree have sprouted buds. From a distance, it seems to cover the birch with a soft green yarn. After a few days, this layer of green yarn will become thicker and thicker, showing a vigorous green tree.
Summer has just arrived, and the green birch leaves have left the tree. When the sun shines, it will burst into sparkling spots to tease it. Raindrops respond with a crunching sound when they fall. When they cast a shade, the working farmers crowded in, and immediately there was laughter under the tree. Slowly, the wind swept over the treetops and took away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves are also cheerful. Listen-a rustle, like a shy girl whispering. Close your eyes and feel the breeze.
"An autumn leaf, two o'clock cold rain, three rows of geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air." The birch forest in autumn is really more beautiful. It has no green eyes in spring, and it is refreshing and pleasant in summer, leaving only empty branches and leaves on the ground. A few pieces hanging on the branches occasionally can't bear the loneliness in autumn. Look again.
When the fierce north wind swept between heaven and earth, pieces of glittering and translucent snowflakes fell from the sky, just like a angels in white, with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest, which became the kingdom of fairy tales. At this time, the birch forest is particularly holy, so holy that people dare not approach it, for fear of disturbing the sleeping goddess in the forest. Stopping in the forest seems to have left the noise and glitz, and the birch forest floats away.
I really don't know whether the four seasons make the birch forest unique or beautiful. But in any case, the birch forest, the birch forest in my hometown, will always be the most beautiful place in my heart.
2. birch forest
When I was very young, the birch forest was full of temptations for me. Many stories in my memory are related to birch forest. In my childhood, from the magical Astro Boy to the beautiful Snow White-the background of the story is always inseparable from the birch forest!
The birch forest is not far from my home. Walking out of my yard, going east through a narrow alley and three high woodpiles is a road to the north. In fact, it is nothing to think about now. It should be only two or three meters wide!
First of all, I should call my little sister in the backyard, and then I will come to the avenue just mentioned. We two stupid birds, who let go of the cage, cried, jumped and gasped all the way, and ran wildly north. So we were full of laughter and stupid words all the way, spreading to the birch forest.
The grass in the birch forest is green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest are red. We play hide-and-seek, we throw clay dolls, we tell stories we heard the day before, we stare at the sky in a daze ... kind birch trees keep their eyes open to protect us.
2. Poetry describing birch forest
I believe everyone has heard of Pu Shu's Birch Forest! That beautiful love happened in that beautiful birch forest.
Birch, the national tree of Russia, is strong, beautiful, confident and proud, and its trunk stands upright. In the north of China, there are a lot of dense birch forests everywhere on the well-known mountains and rivers and beside the quiet rivers, and the birch forests in autumn are even more beautiful ... 65438+ 10 At the beginning of September, Ergon, located in the Daxinganling forest area of Inner Mongolia, is getting more and more autumn.
People in Daxing 'anling call autumn the "Wuhuashan" season, because the forest at this time is like a big palette, colorful and mixed together. Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica is still green, birch leaves are pale yellow, larch leaves are golden yellow, and poplar leaves and shrub leaves are gorgeous. Generally speaking, tourists will leave Hailar for Modoga Forest Park in Ergon.
You can enjoy this kind of scenery along the way, and you will pass a long "birch forest corridor" on the way. At this time, roll down the window and you will hear the rustling of birch leaves in your ear. The colors of the forest are distinct, with light red and light yellow, and the green Pinus sylvestris var. mongolica is dotted among them. The gorgeous colors like oil paintings make people feel excited. Bailu Island is the best place to see red leaves in Daxing 'anling and Xiaoxing 'anling, and it is the core of the scenic spot. The rushing rapids surround the island in an "S" shape, with pines, cypresses, Dai people and oranges on both sides, where you can enjoy autumn colors and have a unique charm.
Autumn is also the harvest season of the forest. Wild fruits such as red beans, persimmons, rough plums and water grapes are ripe in Daxinganling forest, and various mushrooms and Hericium erinaceus grow everywhere in the forest, attracting a large number of mountain people to pick them. The forest is full of the joy of harvest. Huamugou is about 20 kilometers away from the military horse farm.
Along the way, patches of grass spread green in the valley. But as soon as I entered the birch ditch, a piece of birch forest came into view. Seen from a distance, white trunks and golden leaves sparkle.
According to the data, birch is a symbol of the ecology of the north temperate zone near the cold zone, and can only grow in areas above 800 meters above sea level. In China, it is only distributed in the mountainous areas near the cold zone in a few provinces, such as Jilin in the northeast, Heilongjiang in the northwest and Xinjiang.
Among the many trees in Xinjiang, the most beautiful one is Betula platyphylla: tall body, beautiful and straight, rich leaves, charming and moving. No matter which season, it will always leave a deep impression on people.
Birch neither likes to stand on the top of the mountain to show off like a pine tree, nor likes to snuggle up by the lake to make love like a weeping willow. Birch always stands there quietly in plain clothes, just like a pure and beautiful village girl.
In summer, large tracts of birch trees on the floodplain cover the sun, shade, surround, hug and kiss the river, and offer love without relatives. Approaching the birch forest seems to face rows of beautiful women in the western regions. All of them are well-proportioned, handsome and straight, but tender as water, revealing the power of motherhood.
Late autumn is the most charming day for birch trees. Its leaves turn from green to yellow to red, hanging on the branches of the years like red gold.
The breeze is blowing gently and rustling. It seems to be whispering to you. Its trunk is cleaner and brighter, quite beautiful, clean and radiant.
In the cold winter, a large area of birch stands quietly in the snow-covered soil, white and independent, integrated with the sky and snow, and the birch forest is speechless. This is a magical world and an extreme beauty.
They are based on ice and snow, but they grow so calmly and calmly in the cold. They have no leaves but stand upright on the snowfield, but they still love after the wind and frost. What other trees can blend with ice and snow like birch without losing their true colors? Among all the trees, birch and poplar look a bit like each other, but as long as the trunk of birch is slender and graceful and the bark is as white as jade, poplar will be compared at once.
In particular, the vast birch forests are connected together, especially the two birch forests have a history of hundreds of years, and the natural and wild momentum is incomparable to poplar and other trees. The birch forest reminds people of youth, girls, the power of solemn meditation and the vast realm of frosty days.
In Xinjiang, poplars can be seen everywhere, but birch is rare. So, when I arrived in Altay, my friend said that he would show us the birch forest park here, and I was a little surprised.
But after seeing it, I was not surprised to see the birch forest next to Hanas Lake the next day. It's not that they are not beautiful, but that they can't compare with the birch forest I have seen in the Great Northern Wilderness.
Most of the birch forests here are a little short, with thin trunks and long crowns. They are not as towering as the birch forest in the Great Northern Wilderness, and their spreading wildness and delicate energy are very weak. In particular, the bark is not as white as the Great Northern Wilderness, and there are many scars like poplars, and the skin is rough at once.
Coupled with scattered branches and sunken trunks, the white momentum of birch forest is even less. When I think of the birch forest in the Great Northern Wilderness, I always think of the leaves of birch trees in autumn, and Jin Huang Cancan seems to melt the sunshine into every leaf.
The snow-white trunk is more beautiful against the golden background. When the forest is closed by heavy snow, the snow is not as deep as the trunk, like tall and delicate legs in white boots. The white trunk is quiet, and it contrasts with the snow, and its manners are myriad.
Spring is our favorite season to go to birch forest. At that time, cut the bark of birch with a small knife, and the juice of birch will drip from it, as cool and fresh as dew. Whenever you go to the Woods, you can see mottled birch bark, as thin as paper, but very tough and as white as snow. It is the most unique to regard them as New Year cards.
It's just that none of us thought of it at that time. Later, when reading "Water Drops in the Woods" by Pledge, he couldn't help asking, "Why don't they talk?" ? Do you see me shy? "When the snow falls, they seem to hear the rustling sound, as if their strange figures are whispering ... they think of the birch forest in the Great Northern Wilderness.
It is not because youth is in the Great Northern Wilderness, where everything is painted with artificial poetic color. The real difference is the birch forest there.
Our life at that time was miserable and pale, but nature deliberately contrasted with us, which made the birch forest so fresh and dazzling, and made us feel that the poetic survival in suffering was not completely far away from us. Some trees are difficult to draw, but birch is best for painting, especially oil painting.
Levitan.
3. Poetry describing birch forest
Here are some articles, I don't know if they are to your liking. If there is anything wrong, please correct it. I hope they can help you ~ ~ ~1. In the memory of love birch forest, there is a place that always touches my faint thoughts.
There, there are green buds in spring; There is a refreshing wind in summer; There are flying leaves in autumn; There is snow in winter. It's a birch forest on Taiping Mountain in my hometown.
"The grass grows and the warbler flies to February" is another beautiful day when the ice and snow melt. When the earth has not fully awakened, the winter of birch forest has quietly receded. The branches of the birch tree have sprouted buds.
From a distance, it looks like a birch tree covered with a soft green gauze. After a few days, this layer of green yarn will become thicker and thicker, showing a vigorous green tree.
Summer has just arrived, and the green birch leaves have left the tree. When the sun shines, it will burst into sparkling spots to tease it. When the raindrop falls, it will make a crunching sound in response. When they cast a thick shadow, the working farmers crowded in, and immediately there was laughter under the tree.
Slowly, the wind swept over the treetops and took away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves are also cheerful. Listen, like a shy girl whispering. Close your eyes and feel the comfort of the breeze. You have long been intoxicated with the poetry of "rain outside the curtain"
"An autumn leaf, two o'clock cold rain, three rows of geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air." The birch forest in autumn is really more beautiful.
It has no green eyes in spring, and it is refreshing and pleasant in summer, leaving only empty branches and leaves on the ground. A few pieces hanging on the branches occasionally can't bear the loneliness in autumn.
Look-there are a few more falling from the branches, spinning with the wind and pouncing on the earth. Walking through the forest, my eyes are full of sadness and yellow, and the birch forest in autumn is like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.
When the fierce north wind swept between heaven and earth, pieces of glittering and translucent snowflakes fell from the sky, just like angels in white, with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest, which became the kingdom of fairy tales. At this time, the birch forest is particularly holy, so holy that people dare not approach it, for fear of disturbing the goddess who is sleeping in the forest.
Stopping in the forest seems to be far away from the hubbub and glitz, and the birch forest sweeps away your fatigue and thoughts. I really don't know whether the four seasons make the birch forest unique or the birch forest make the four seasons beautiful.
Anyway, the birch forest-the birch forest in my hometown-will always be the most beautiful place in my heart. 2. When the birch forest was very small, it was full of temptations for me.
Many stories in my memory are related to birch forest. In my childhood, from the magical Astro Boy to the beautiful Snow White-the background of the story is always inseparable from the birch forest! The birch forest is not far from my home. Walking out of my yard, going east through a narrow alley and three high woodpiles is a road to the north. In fact, it is nothing to think about now. It should be only two or three meters wide! First, we should call Miss Sister in the backyard, and then come to the avenue we just mentioned.
We, two stupid little birds released from the cage, screamed, jumped and gasped all the way, and ran frantically north. So all the way was covered with our laughter and silly words, and all the way to the birch forest.
The grass in the birch forest is green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest are red. We play hide-and-seek, we throw clay dolls, we tell stories we heard the day before, we stare at the sky in a daze ... kind birch trees keep their eyes open to protect us.
4. Poetry about Birch Forest
1. In the memory of love birch forest, there is a place that always touches my faint thoughts. There are green buds in spring; There is a refreshing wind in summer; There are flying leaves in autumn; There is snow in winter. That's the birch forest on Taiping Mountain in my hometown. "February grass grows and warblers fly" is another beautiful day when the snow melts. When the earth has not fully awakened, the winter of birch forest has quietly receded. The branches of the birch tree have sprouted buds. From a distance, it seems to be covered with a soft green yarn. In a few days, the birch will be covered with soft green yarn. When raindrops fall, they will make a crunching sound in response. When they cast a thick shade, the working farmers crowded in, and immediately there was laughter under the tree. Slowly, the wind swept over the treetops and took away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves are also cheerful. Listen-a rustle, like a shy girl whispering. Close your eyes and feel the breeze. Two o'clock cold rain, three lines of geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air. "The birch forest in autumn is really more beautiful. It has no green eyes in spring, and it is refreshing and pleasant in summer, leaving only empty branches and leaves on the ground. A few pieces hanging on the branches occasionally can't bear the loneliness in autumn. Look, some pieces have fallen from the branches. Like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, when the fierce north wind swept between heaven and earth, pieces of crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, just like a angels in white, with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest, which became the kingdom of fairy tales. At this time, the birch forest is particularly holy and sacred, which makes people afraid to approach, for fear of disturbing the goddess who is sleeping in the forest. Stopping in the forest seems to have been far away from the noise and noise. The birch forest sweeps away your fatigue and thoughts. I really don't know whether the four seasons make the birch forest unique or beautiful. But in any case, the birch forest, the birch forest in my hometown, will always be the most beautiful place in my heart. 2. When the birch forest was very small, it was full of temptations for me. Many stories in my memory are related to birch forest. In my childhood, the birch forest was not far from my home. Walking out of my yard, going east through a narrow alley and three high woodpiles is a road to the north. In fact, it is nothing to think about now. It should be only two or three meters wide! First of all, you should call your little sister in the backyard, and then come to the avenue just mentioned. We two stupid birds who let go of the cage screamed, jumped, gasped and ran wildly north. So all the way was full of our laughter and stupid words, and all the way to the birch forest. The grass in the birch forest is green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest are red. We played hide-and-seek and threw clay dolls, which we heard on the first day.
5. Poems describing birch trees
white birch
I have Lanman's translator.
white birch
Birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Cover yourself with snow powder.
Like a silver inlay.
On that branch
Hanging a bunch of snow,
Furry branches
The white tassels are blooming.
In the deep silence,
The birch tree stood quietly,
That golden flame
Xue Huadian has escaped again.
Lazy morning glow
Snuggle up next to the birch tree.
The birch is silvered again.
The whole body is more dazzling
Baihua (Ye Saining)
There is a birch tree,
Standing at my window,
Covered with snow,
Like covered with silver frost.
On the furry branch
The ice is full.
Like a skirt made of snow—
The tassels sparkled.
Birch trees are shrouded in
Dreamy silence,
Golden Mars
Jump on the snowflake.
Sunset lazily
Shining around it,
Put more broken silver.
Spread all over the branches
The Birch Tree (Ye Saining) is in front of my window.
There is a birch tree,
As if covered with silver frost,
Put a snowflake on it.
Furry branches,
The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.
Strings of flowers are in full bloom,
White tassels are picturesque.
In the dim silence,
Yuli this birch tree,
In the flashing golden light,
Shining with brilliant snowflakes.
Birch trees wander around.
Sunset,
It sent branches covered with snow,
Another layer of silver brilliance.
6. Describe the poetry of birch forest
Here are some articles, I don't know if they are to your liking. If there is anything wrong, please correct it. 1. In the memory of love birch forest, there is a place that always touches my faint thoughts. There are green buds in spring; There is a refreshing wind in summer; There are flying leaves in autumn; There is snow in winter. That's the birch forest on Taiping Mountain in my hometown. "February grass grows and warblers fly" is another beautiful day when the snow melts. When the earth has not fully awakened, the winter of birch forest has quietly receded. The branches of the birch tree have sprouted buds. From a distance, it seems to be covered with a soft green yarn. In a few days, the birch will be covered with soft green yarn. When raindrops fall, they will make a crunching sound in response. When they cast a thick shade, the working farmers crowded in, and immediately there was laughter under the tree. Slowly, the wind swept over the treetops and took away the heat in the air. Suddenly, the leaves are also cheerful. Listen-a rustle, like a shy girl whispering. Close your eyes and feel the breeze. Two o'clock cold rain, three lines of geese flying south, leaving a few echoes in the air. "The birch forest in autumn is really more beautiful. It has no green eyes in spring, and it is refreshing and pleasant in summer, leaving only empty branches and leaves on the ground. A few pieces hanging on the branches occasionally can't bear the loneliness in autumn. Look, some pieces have fallen from the branches. Like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes of life, when the fierce north wind swept between heaven and earth, pieces of crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, just like a angels in white, with white wings, landing lightly in the birch forest, which became the kingdom of fairy tales. At this time, the birch forest is particularly holy and sacred, which makes people afraid to approach, for fear of disturbing the goddess who is sleeping in the forest. Stopping in the forest seems to have been far away from the noise and noise. The birch forest sweeps away your fatigue and thoughts. I really don't know whether the four seasons make the birch forest unique or beautiful. But in any case, the birch forest, the birch forest in my hometown, will always be the most beautiful place in my heart. 2. When the birch forest was very small, it was full of temptations for me. Many stories in my memory are related to birch forest. In my childhood, the birch forest was not far from my home. Walking out of my yard, going east through a narrow alley and three high woodpiles is a road to the north. In fact, it is nothing to think about now. It should be only two or three meters wide! First of all, you should call your little sister in the backyard, and then come to the avenue just mentioned. We two stupid birds who let go of the cage screamed, jumped, gasped and ran wildly north. So all the way was full of our laughter and stupid words, and all the way to the birch forest. The grass in the birch forest is green, and the wild flowers in the birch forest are red. We played hide-and-seek and threw clay dolls, which we heard on the first day.
7. Haizi's poems about birch forest
I only remember that this poem mentioned birch forest.
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This small and cold water flow comes from the forest, and the forest comes from the dance in the open space.
Along the way, you kept picking up and throwing things, and you stepped on the moment when others missed you most.
But the smile is gradually away from the river bank, and you are a kind of inexplicable sleepiness sprayed on my face.
Where you flow, the horns of cattle turn the aperture, and even the hut has tables and food in the moonlight.
The utensils you made, the thread of dreams, all leaked on the earth without exception.
Holding a stone on the ground is like holding yourself, and you can't live without it anymore.
The people who left gradually turned into hatred.
Day after day, the sunshine is not enough to enrich you or destroy you.
When another kind of knock on the door is getting heavier and heavier, you blow out the candle of time and light another lamp of time.
Your true feelings are seen through by me one by one in the whirlpool and sigh, river
Spring triumphs over the law. You trample the village higher than trees and birds, and higher than the sky.
I thought of many flowers scattered between heaven and earth, old trees, diggers and children climbing over the threshold.
A tree is full of our heads, and it will grow when the fruit is picked by women or rotted in the ground in autumn.
I was suddenly excited by my own voice.
Because when it comes to tomorrow, people put their tears in their mother's womb, the pain of the river and the dawn.
With endless ups and downs, the dancing fire was crowded with clay pots, and many thick black arms embraced each other.
The sun under the river bank is getting bigger and bigger in the sediment, which is accepted by autumn, and wine and iron are handed into the throat.
Bones grow like woodlands, and rivers and wings turn black and brown.
Birds are thrown into winter camps in piles, so that the morning can belong to all calm lakes and islands.
Having a young bride, I took off my hat and the wedding bell rang in my mind.
No longer lonely, everything can represent me and the seed.
Our mother, sorghum and reeds, desperately waved headscarves in the north.
The birch forest grows silently on the shore of the lake, and no one knows that muddy water breeds such a large forest.
No one knows what else is under the roads and rivers in his hometown.
Spring brought me at this moment.
Three or two people dragged thick shadows and raised arrows to pierce the burning sound in the bushes.
The little beasts opened their eyes wide, and the kind stars and the coarse sand predicted by the storm piled up in a place very close to centrifugation.
I sat on my lap, listening to the flowers moving to the distant place of suffering.
Listening to the sound of the wall growing in the distance, my thick palm touches the city, and people look through the door at night.
You are the river, and you know all this.
The thread was torn and fell on the road in disorder, leaving without looking back.
1984.6-9
8. sentences describing birch forest
1. In autumn, the birch forest in my hometown is the most beautiful. Autumn wind blows gently, and leaves fall all over the sky, just like dancing butterflies, and dancing like dancing elves in the sky. It fell to the ground and spread a golden light, where we played hide and seek. Strolling through the jungle, looking up, straight white trunks and golden leaves, quietly listening to the story of birch forest ... In autumn, I was immersed in the picturesque birch forest in my hometown.
Although it is summer, the rain in the sky always reminds me of autumn rain, although autumn rain is not as warm as summer rain. Comfortable, but much better than summer rain. I met Xiao C in a birch forest. It was raining lightly that day, and there were some fallen leaves. She walked with a goose yellow umbrella. She is very happy and walks with an umbrella. Huge Woods, just the two of us. I seem to hear each other's footsteps and look up at the same time, oh! It turns out that I am the same person as myself.
Searle street in St. Petersburg has been going north for two kilometers, where there is a vast birch forest, and there is a quiet river flowing in the middle of the beautiful forest, which winds into the distance and divides the beautiful forest in two. On one of countless birch trees, there are still two lines of mottled and fuzzy knife-cut handwriting, which were carved by two lovers. The old days are long gone, and no one knows the love that was covered with snow and had no tombstone. However, the birch forest and the blue sky on the birch forest witnessed loyal and touching love. ...
4. Birch forest, the first forest belt in my life. Birch forest once gave me the joy of childhood, the dream of youth and the sweetness of youth. I once saw a birch tree at an art exhibition in a city. It was a young trunk, which was made into a picture frame without carving. Rough painting style, distant forests and quiet valleys complement each other, fallen leaves and yellow blend together, and the road collapses between Lin Mang, but have you ever heard the birch tree crying for its beautiful and clear soul?
The slope can't slow down, and it seems to be spinning in the same place after walking for a long time. Looking up, I saw a dense white forest. Spring has passed for a long time. Why can't you see a leaf here? Looking closely from a distance, you can see that the upper part of the tree has a faint cyan color. Looking closely, I can clearly see that the tender branches have grown goose-yellow buds. Oh, it turned out to be a large birch forest. The grass on the ground is still yellow. I squatted on the ground, uncovered the grass roots, and saw the grass buds struggling to arch out of the land.
6. Walking in this birch forest, there is a bleak and warm feeling. Enjoy the beautiful scenery all the way and take a leisurely walk. I unconsciously came to the hut on the hillside in front of me. When I passed by, I found an old man holding a pipe and looking affectionately at the tall birch tree in front of me. I asked the old man curiously. I didn't know until I asked. This used to be a battlefield. The old man's comrades went to attract the enemy's main force, introduced them into this birch forest, and introduced the encirclement of the main force. Although the task was completed and the enemy was annihilated, this small group of soldiers died. Their blood flowed into this land and their bodies were buried under these birch trees. I couldn't help crying after listening to it. "What a beautiful birch forest this is."
7. The asphalt road winds like a snake in the green forest, and the sound of waves rings from time to time, and a cool breeze blows head-on, which makes people feel refreshed. There are several unique stone bridges passing gently, and the sound of running water is getting louder and louder. The lush birch trees on the roadside are as graceful as women in green, standing neatly arm in arm, gently waving sleeves and nodding their heads, as if welcoming guests from afar.