Willow branches are soft long hair in spring, fluttering in the spring breeze.
Willow branches are long and soft hairs in spring.
Flying in the spring breeze.
Green leaves of willow trees
Are the light wings of spring,
Wake up in the sun.
The trunk of a willow
The figure of spring is beautiful,
Tall and delicate.
The roots of willow trees
Is the mother of spring,
Give birth to infinite vitality.
Willow selfless dedication,
Willow has tenacious vitality,
Willow is the beauty of spring,
Willow is the root of spring.
Modern poems about willows are floating in the river wind.
Elegant you.
Stand by and watch the riverbank
Look at the rough waves.
Reflection of the lake.
You are wandering.
Li Yu 'anbian
Let the moonlight flow
Neons is flashing.
You still have feelings.
Mountain villa pavilion pan
Pour out one's heart
Reluctantly say goodbye
Reluctantly say goodbye
A modern poem about willow in winter A modern poem about willow: Chanting willow (new rhyme)
Wing willow (new rhyme)
Zhao gang
Liu Duo's hooligans are boiling around the village east, playing tricks on people.
The noisy spring is shaking the green branches and safely stepping on the green between Xia Shu.
Flour flies away from the clouds, and Wu Ye pushes the water waves.
I like to see Lillian in the village group, but I can take advantage of the wind.
What are the modern poems describing "Liu"? 1. The willow trees are shaded.
Luobishan people
When you come with me,
On both sides of the river
As bleak as the mood.
You have been away for three years.
I stayed for three years
find
The representation of wasted years, wasted years.
It's really simple
I know
You are older than before.
But younger than me.
at present
We were on the side of the road when we came.
It's already a willow.
But you
You went far away again.
Leave me.
Guard the city.
-Sad and unwilling to leave
2. Remember a willow tree?
Yunu
On the earth barrier beside the canal
That tall willow tree
fall ...
In this village,
And this Shan Ye.
I heard it, and I felt it.
The sound of willows falling
The doors and windows of the whole village
Every grass, every flower
Every mountain, every blue sky
……
Trembling.
Is it out of sadness?
On this day, the whole village
This field
White catkins are scattered.
willow catkins
Fall on people's hearts
Rainier than autumn.
It's colder
accidental
A willow tree
The surface is gray and rough.
But it exudes a sad atmosphere.
But in its life,
But stored with it.
As strong as a ring.
Being strong makes people sad.
Willow, supporting
Lying on the grass and adobe
So big, so green.
It looks better than standing.
Magnificent and beautiful.
Three days after logging.
The branches and leaves are still in the breeze.
Shake loudly.
Yezishang
There are bright dewdrops hanging.
seem
It's a hundred million pairs of tearful eyes.
Say goodbye to nature
Look, the sparrow on the roof.
Eagle in the blue sky
Toward the fallen willow tree
land
willow
Break into wide boards
Tree rings in a circle
Flow out in a circle
Solidified tears
teardrop
And it smells good.
This is not a tear, is it?
This is the life of the willow tree
The hills of the village of blood cells that are not dead yet.
It shrank a lot at once.
As if bowed his head.
fall
A willow tree
Left something connected with the earth.
later ages/time
3. Willow
Tiechun
There is a willow tree here, which is no longer flourishing.
Stand alone, stand alone.
There is a Hongqiao on the clear river, which stands beside the bridge.
If you see it in your dream, its withered branches
It seems to capture a heavy yearning. The moonlight poured down.
In the water, pull its shadow very long. ...
4. That willow tree
Grandpa's crutches for begging.
Throw it on the roadside.
You have grown into the person you are today.
You are not tall, but you are strong.
Hugging you is like hugging grandpa's kindness.
I often climb on you.
The sky of childhood has grown wings.
The naughty son enjoys the cool under the tree.
Always like to put branches on your head.
I told him grandpa's story.
He just took a strange look.
I believe he will grow up one day.
Will bring his son to you.
I think his son will be like him now.
I don't know if I have you, I have an ocean of love.
Oh, grandpa under the grave, you know?
You left your crutch behind.
But it has achieved the dreams of many children and grandchildren.
Become a place that will always miss you.
5. Willow trees by the river
Once germinated
Sing in the sun
Cry in the dark
Holding the moon, insomnia.
Then turn yellow and wither.
In order to see more
Birth and death
eye
Grow in the sky
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The spring breeze is covered with willows,
600 million China is as smooth as Yao.
Red rain turns into waves at will,
Qingshan deliberately turned into a bridge.
Tianlian Wuling silver hoe fell,
The earth shook three rivers with its iron arm.
Excuse me, where does Wen Jun want to go?
Paper boats burn like candles.
willow
Willow branches are soft long hair in spring, fluttering in the spring breeze.
Branches of willow trees
Spring is soft and long hair,
Flying in the spring breeze.
Green leaves of willow trees
Are the light wings of spring,
Wake up in the sun.
The trunk of a willow
The figure of spring is beautiful,
Tall and delicate.
The roots of willow trees
Is the mother of spring,
Give birth to infinite vitality.
Willow selfless dedication,
Willow has tenacious vitality,
Willow is the beauty of spring,
Willow is the root of spring.
A modern poem praising weeping willows stands by the river.
Unique willow branches are blown by the wind.
Running water listens to weeping willows.
Step into the hall of love.
Willow holds water, and water snuggles against willow.
There is a breeze and love.
Deeply immersed in love for children
Like a river, spring water ripples endlessly.
The weeping willows are deep and the flowing water is thin.
Keep moving.
Insist on abandoning the old willow tree
Curse the death of an old lover
A Modern Five-character Rhythm Poem with Willow as the Theme: Willow in May in Cuihu Lake.
The roots are elegant and the shadows are shallow.
Sleeping face is cold and stretching is softer.
The empty column is heavy and the water is scattered.
Like a drunken scene, like a moon dew.
A long fish is surprised by mistake, but a weak bird is surprised.
Don't be sentimental, including spring climbing.
The more modern poems about the wind, the better.
Author: Tong Lao
The warm spring breeze stirred the heart, took away a lot, and resolutely drifted.
Don't, this intoxicating spring is not enough to squander?
It was a long time ago that I stood at the peak and learned a lot;
The summer breeze is like a hot vortex, and I see a temptation in the red dust heat wave.
Isn't it, like the brilliance of gold powder and the blur of smoke and dust?
Still believe that there is a style that belongs only to you;
The cool autumn wind is deep and soft, like fallen leaves knocking at someone's dream at the window.
Like poetry, I always read it in a hurry and don't want to do it again.
No longer doubt, if this beauty can be said simply;
The cold wind in winter seems to be silent at the bottom of your wrist, and time flies when you are innocent.
Look back, look back, what you took away,
Happy face or brown loneliness ...
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Chapter two: the thought of wind.
Author: Tao Pingchang
Winter came quietly.
Is it the wind or the son of the wind?
Between heaven and earth
Hand in hand, walk to the freezing point in the morning.
Getting up early is the fault of struggle.
There is a beautiful dream under the quilt.
If hunger doesn't conquer the cold,
How did we meet in the street?
It has become so warm since last year.
Continue today's tossing topic.
The love triangle between Feng, Xue Feng destroyer and rain.
At this moment, it is freezing.
After leaving, there is still infatuation waiting for you.
Don't look back, don't look.
Ice and snow, carve your face.
Tears melt you and the spring snow.
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Chapter III: Gale
Author: l372990424
The wind roared,
Does it indicate that a rainstorm is coming?
A gust of wind,
Shake the branches of struggling willows,
My dream was awakened.
What kind of dream was that?
There is no time to remember,
The darkness disappeared in the storm.
Rain is like a mask of the night,
Torn to pieces by the strong wind.
On a night like this,
The stars are hidden,
Heavy rain and noise,
If my lover meets me in my dream,
Will you be jealous at night?
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Chapter 4: Cyclone
Author: flying fox in the snow
whirlwind
Leaves rolled with loess
Fly to the sky
Kiss the blue sky and white clouds
The path taken by the whirlwind
Cleaner.
beautiful
Beauty lies in nature.
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Chapter 5: The spring breeze twists and turns.
Author: clever nightingale
Don't be encouraged by the sensational wind.
get lost
Don't make any more mistakes.
Worried.
Use your persistence to whitewash me
Finland
Can you walk through the muddy years?
Stop and smile at your voice.
Carve sb.' s heart
How to recognize in a trance
The concentration of love
It's cold, so it's hard to produce warm sun.
When you are lost and helpless
Compassion is hard to express.
Omit many words
Still speechless.
Ben, I'm sorry.
I can't find any cultivated soil today.
Spring is determined to let out the wind.
Render endless feelings
Green is all over the earth.
Li Liang se Cai
Remixing
Magnificent rivers and mountains
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Chapter 6: A gust of wind
Author: Qing Yu
a violent gust of wind
Miss you.
Infected the whole room
There is nothing left.
And memory
In such a way
ko me
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Chapter VII: Wind and Waves
Author: Gu
Sea breeze, why are you so ostentatious,
Waves, you don't have to be so crazy,
My boat will always be in your heart.
I always wanted to smell you,
The fishy smell brought by the sea breeze;
I like chasing it,
Surging waves.
Because the sea breeze never comes with the wind;
Because the waves never drift with the tide;
Because the tide rises and falls,
You always push the waves behind you;
Because the sea breeze has long since,
Blow green my hometown.
The blue shadow of the sea,
Is the background color of my dream,
The magnificent sound of the sea,
Keep stirring my little sail net,
Let me sail wildly, and my heart will not be chaotic.
Let the east wind of reform blow,
With the rise of the wave of reform,
I want to be a little fish in a skirt,
Throw away pearls and jade, forget colorful lotus songs,
Into your blue arms,
Let the wind and storm of reform blow even harder,
Let the wave of reform rise longer. ...
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Chapter 8: Winter Wind
Author: Wang Xuhui
Winter wind
Blow up the green on the mountain
What will not dry up is a touch of warmth ... >>
Children's modern poetry 1[ budding]
This park is full of colors.
Blooming flowers
This is a beautiful drive.
In every gentle smile
Have the shadow of a child
2[ wings]
That little heart with wings
I can't wait to fly into space.
because
Stars in the night sky
Blinking is tempting.
Want to pick a full one?
flower basket
For teachers and children.
3 [excited eyes]
In the days of flowers and noise
June bid farewell to the season of spring breeze.
Clear and transparent
The opening of pure mind
Jade curtains slowly opened.
Little angel with makeup on the stage
Let the baby talk in detail.
The tree is full of brilliant stories.
The sky is as blue as water.
Who used a wet red handkerchief?
Cover your excited eyes.
4 【 Children's Day Park 】
Flowers bloom, laughter is sweet,
The noodles in June are fragrant.
White ducks swim in clear water,
Shuang Mu paddles and swings to draw a boat.
Chang 'e envies Children's Day,
Weaver girl is too lazy to be a fairy.
Who is in charge of Yaotai?
Xin Lei in her childhood.
5[ Children]
We are the rising sun in Ran Ran,
Tomorrow my heart will be higher than the sky,
Today we are a trickle,
Tomorrow will become a big river,
Roar and Roar Today, we are young eagles leaving the nest.
It will fly high tomorrow.
Today we are flowers in bud,
Tomorrow will be colorful,
Especially enchanting.
We are who we are,
The red scarf burns on the chest.
Please see you tomorrow.
We will lift this mountain,
Stir the river,
Hold up the modern motherland,
Fly to the golden goal ...
6 【 Poem dedicated to Children's Day on June 1st 】
Buds are your years.
Wrapped in green leaves
Jiao zhi jiao
Like a smile in my sleep.
Spring is your festival.
Singing is full of your schoolbag.
Just take out a song and say it.
Jump, jump
Prosperity is your waiting.
When you can control the world.
Colorful dreams
Will come true with your creation.
Ah, you are the earliest festival of mankind.
It is also the most permanent expectation of mankind.
You are the earliest enlightenment of mankind.
This is the greatest hope of mankind.
7 [childhood]
Under the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are shouting summer.
Only butterflies are still on the swing beside the playground.
The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chirping and writing hard.
Waiting for class, waiting for school, waiting for childhood games.
There is everything in the welfare society, except that there is not a dime in the pocket.
Who robbed the sword, Zhuge Shiro or the Devil Party?
Why haven't the girls in the next class passed my window yet?
Snacks in my mouth, cartoons in my hand, my first childhood.
I always wait until I go to bed to know that I have only done a little homework.
I always wait until I finish the exam to know that I haven't finished all the books I should read.
An inch of time is an inch of gold. The teacher said that an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time.
Day after day, year after year, a daze childhood.
Someone knows why the sun always goes down to the other side of the mountain.
No one can tell me whether there are immortals living in the mountains.
How many days always a person staring at the sky in a daze.
So curious, so fantasizing about such a lonely childhood.
Dragonflies fly over the green rice fields in the sun.
Neither watercolor crayons nor kaleidoscopes can draw a rainbow on the horizon.
When can I have a face as mature and grown up as my seniors?
Looking forward to holidays, looking forward to tomorrow, looking forward to growth.
Day after day, year after year, looking forward to growing up.
Modern children's poems dream of childhood.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon.
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Childhood is a new green leaf,
Childhood is a budding bud,
Childhood is a blue sky,
Childhood is full of beautiful dreams.
I once asked smart stars,
I once asked the kind moon;
How long is the road to dreams?
I once asked the affectionate earth,
I once asked the warm sun.
How long is the road to dreams?
Late rain and light smoke, dreamy vision, intermittent vision
People who are confused are also confused, and the stars in the sky shine.
Surrounded by mountains and waters, the beautiful scenery is vivid, and the old things are in front of us.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
Long years, the years are ruthless and silent.
This is also the youth that Rush and the spring breeze sent away in the past.
Fate changes, confidence is endless, as before.
Innocent, innocent and cheerful.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
Wandering around looking for flowers floating in the wind
Call mom a coquette and accompany me every night.
The charm of vague psychedelic is light.
Laugh in the sky, fly like a bird, sunset red.
The outline of childhood image is presented one by one.
A piece of true feelings, beautiful artistic conception, lucky girl.
No sadness, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness.
Inch by inch, Chunhui misses her mother and silently sends her love.
When can I return to my arms again?
When I was a child, I met you in your hometown before dawn.
You and I will always have the same idea.
When can I see you again in your hometown before dawn?
I will also think of you here every night and every morning.
When I was a child, you and I went to the buildings in pairs.
Do you want me to pick some flowers for you and put them on your lapel?
When can I walk down the street with you again?
Every time I see wild flowers, I think of you.
When I was a child, I climbed the moon with you.
You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky.
When can I fight you again and fly to the moon and stars?
Every time I see the stars, I think of you.
When I was young, I carved my heart into a flower tree with you.
You said two spoony people would keep watching.
When can I walk with you to Huashu again?
Let's see if these two hearts will face each other forever.
* * * You were childhood friends, but you never change your mind.
How many happy hours I spent with you, just friends.
* * * You meet every day and stay together forever.
It is not easy to have fun with you every day.
Innocent love for in my heart forever.
Help each other in distress and difficulties
I haven't forgotten my childhood.
May you always encourage each other ... >>
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