2. Modern poetry about the environment
A beautiful poem about the environment 1. A poem describing a beautiful environment
1: The flower warbler talks in the deep courtyard, and the balcony goes straight into the colorful clouds. A golden rooster announces a well-off life.
2. There are no words in the spring breeze, and the apricot garden is full of flowers. Zhang Xi Ji Ji by Don Zhao Xuan
3. Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English is full of Fangdian. Nantiao's "Going to Sanshan Late and Looking to Beijing"
4. Buy flowers and trees with money and plant them on the east slope of the city. But buying flowers is not limited to peaches, apricots and plums. -Bai Juyi
5: The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song vibrates Lin Yue.
6: Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light. In spring, the days are long and the males are far away. Spring Festival travel rush fever of Tang Du Fu
7: People are flushed and singing a well-off life.
8. Taxes are all outside the moral policy, and the Millennium is good.
9: The wind blows and the general hunts Weicheng. (Wang Wei: Hunting)
10: Tianmen breaks the Chu River and opens the Higashi Shimizu River. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon. -Li Bai
1 1: Songxin Grade 7 Qingpingle Village Residence
12: Xin Qiji in Qingpingle Village
13: Harvest into the village, gold and silver into the warehouse.
14: how many Chang' an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
15: not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, walking in the mountains and clouds. Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple. Spring listens to swallow dangerous stones, and the sun is tempered by pines. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon. Through the temple of Ji Xiang.
16: White hair floats with the green water, and Anthurium stirs the waves. wang luobin
17: Castle Peak cannot be covered, after all, it flows eastward-Xin Qiji.
18: the mountains cover the daytime, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan
19: When I was a child, I didn't know the moon, so I called it a white jade plate. (Li Bai: Gulangyu)
20: There are many supermarkets, and the road winds through the pond.
2 1: Planting pine in Donggang on Youth Day; At first, moving an inch was as trivial as transplanting rice. -Su Shi
22: Dongfeng is a good messenger of the sun, and every grass and tree meets flowers. Qi's "Spring Suburb"
23: The grass tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples beat Fang Fei. Late Spring by Tang Hanyu
24: Plant 100 peaches and send them to Huanhua Village before the spring. -Du Fu
25: People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. (Su Shi: "When will there be a bright moon in the water regulation?" )
Episode 26: In the dim moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and the Tatar chieftain is fleeing in the dark. (Lu Lun: "Xia Sai Qu")
27: The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: At Lusu)
28: A unkempt little boy learned to draw a bow and sat beside him with raspberries and moss.
29: Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten and five flowers everywhere. Two Kinds of Cold Foods in Tang Dynasty
30: The Yangtze River is green in spring, and the lotus leaves are as big as Qiantang Zhang Ji's "Spring Biequ".
3 1: Yinhou Garden, Luo tang qian. -Tao Yuanming
32: Green fields, high rocks and white clouds in the Spring Festival Evening. Xie Lingyun's Into the Lake Mouth of Peng Li in the Southern Song Dynasty
33: Children Fishing Don
34: Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and make the three of us. (Li Bai: "Drinking the Moon Alone")
35: The big boy hoes the bean creek east, and the middle boy weaves the chicken coop.
36: Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
37: When will Luoyang Dongfeng come, Liu Chunquan from Chuanbo Bank will return to Tang Hanyu's "Five Songs of Feeling Spring".
38: The grass grows in February and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
39: Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. -Li Bai
2. What are the poems describing the beautiful environment?
1)
Jiang Xue.
Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
2)
Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
Tang Libai
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered.
Never tire of seeing it, only Jingting Mountain.
3)
out of stuck
Author: Changling Wang (Tang)
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
4)
Chai Lu
Don
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
Go back to the depths of the forest and shine at me from the green moss.
5)
Saixia Qululun
Author: Lu Lun
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
3. Complete works of beautiful sentences about the environment
1. The willows on both sides of the river have changed from light green to dark green, swaying the regenerated soft branches and reflecting them on the river, making the river green, like a emerald river running eastward.
2. The leaves above them are motionless, cicadas are restless and sharp, and the sticky excrement rustles on the ground.
In August in the south, the sun is like fire. At noon, the sun rolled up all the leaves. Cicada kept ringing, and the sound was very long, which added a layer of trouble to the sultry weather.
At night, the full moon rises, and a quiet moonlight shines on the earth like silver fog.
5. At night, it's quiet. The full moon like a jade plate passes through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth.
6. The moon in early winter, clear and cold, pours out the same ice from the west of Yin Hui.
7. The climate on the plateau is really unpredictable. Sometimes happy, sometimes angry; Sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's quiet.
4. Poems describing beautiful environment are very needed.
Spring has come, everything has revived, and the willow has pulled out her delicate branches. Today, it began to rain in Mao Mao, fluttering and spreading. Rows of willows on Xuanwu Lake disappeared in the boundless drizzle and gradually disappeared in the fog.
I see a row of weeping willows in the distance. All the willows have just turned green, and the green shadow dances behind the willows like a layer of green gauze under the breeze. It's beautiful.
Qiu Guang is overlapping. It secretly took three roads during the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are no colorful flowers in spring, no green trees in summer and no snowflakes in winter. But fruit trees that bear fruit in autumn bring people the joy of harvest. There are fruits everywhere!
Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm. Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.
Wan Li is clear. Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes. With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet.
The endless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade plate, which is breathtaking.
The endless plain stretches under the sky, without hills, as calm as the sea on a calm day.
The intermittent rain, like a wisp of hazy smoke, enveloped the Huaihe River Plain stretching for thousands of miles.
The climate on the plateau is really unpredictable. Sometimes happy, sometimes angry; Sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's calm and motionless.
Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail and fleeting.
There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.
On the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a flower scarf that has just been soaked in water, and even dew is colorful!
5. Poetry with beautiful environment
1: Yuhou Garden, Liu Yin, Luo tang qian. -Tao Yuanming
Sometimes it rains at three or two, and there are ten five flowers everywhere. Two Kinds of Cold Foods in Tang Dynasty
Weave fields during the day and hemp at night, and the children in the village take care of their own affairs.
4. Plant beans in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
5. "Flower Shadow" Song Sushi
6. Drunk, charming and white-haired boy in Wu Yinxiang.
7. "See" Qing Yuan Mei ".
8: Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light. In spring, the days are long and the males are far away. Spring Festival travel rush fever of Tang Du Fu
9: There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
10: Just cleaned up by the sun, but taught Mingyue to send it to the future.
1 1: It's different to love fish. I'll give you a hook.
12: The shepherd boy rides an ox, and the song shakes Lin Yue.
13: "Ornamental Fish" Tang Bai Juyi
14: Spring Festival travel rush wins crazily, and his hometown is busy in autumn.
15: many branches are easy to fall one after another, and the buds are discussed in detail. Tang Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside
16: birds are startled when the moon rises, and spring is singing. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
17: prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm.
18: A little boy with thick hair is learning to play the violin. He is sitting next to a raspberry moss.
19: Every grass and tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple compete for wheat straw: beautiful flowers and plants. Late Spring by Tang Hanyu
20: Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream. (Wang Wei: "Autumn in a Mountain Residence")
6. Poems about beautiful environment
1 The Acropolis is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
Suddenly I met a peach blossom forest sandwiched between hundreds of steps. There are no miscellaneous trees in it, and the grass is delicious and colorful, which makes the fishermen very different. Tao Jin Yuanming Peach Blossom Garden
3 the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are cloudy and rainy. If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate. Su Shi, it rains after drinking Chuqing Lake.
The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
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7. The environment is good for writing poems
1, Que Tiaozhi, Liuquling dry anti-Bi time
Five Dynasties: Feng Yansi
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
The eyes are full of gossamer, and when the red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
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In the shade, a unique and quiet building stands quietly alone, and the winding railings are close to the green trees, which set each other off. The spring breeze is warm and gentle, and the yellow-green willows are swaying in the wind.
The spring is beautiful, the sky is clear in Wan Li, the hairspring is curling, and catkins are flying. This is already the scene of late spring. Just as the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and delicate and charming, it began to rain lightly. In such a deep relationship, she couldn't help falling asleep. While sleeping soundly, she was awakened by the crisp sound of warblers outside the window, and her dream was nowhere to be found.
2. Xiangzi trees around the village
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
Trees surround the village and water fills the pond. Wandering in the east wind, high-spirited. The small garden is full of spring. There are peach blossom red, plum blossom white and cauliflower yellow.
Far away from the fence, there is a dark hall. Next to Qingqing and Liushui Bridge. Occasionally take the opportunity to flatten Donggang. Yinger is singing, Yaner is dancing and butterflies are busy.
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Green trees surround the village, spring water overflows the pond and bathes in the east wind. I walk with enthusiasm. Although the small garden is small, it is full of spring. Peach blossom is red, plum blossom is white and cauliflower is golden.
There are several thatched cottages in the distance. The blue flag fluttered in the wind, and the small bridge stood by the stream. Occasionally, I will take a walk through the hills in the east. Birds are singing, swallows are flying and butterflies are flying. It is a beautiful spring.
3. Bi Shan Jin Shuming Qiu Ji Jade Box
Song Dynasty: Cao Formation
The trees in the mountains are bright in autumn. The road turned steep, no doubt. Suddenly there are Qushui people, bamboo sheds, wine flags and sand banks, and clusters of village cities.
Desolate for fear of homesickness. Phoenix building is far away, so it's time to turn around. Where is the lonely pavilion tonight, a wild goose crows, and the moon is half broken, which always makes people cry.
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In the autumn rain in Chu Qing, the green hills and mangroves are particularly beautiful. The mountain road suddenly became steep, which made people doubt the end. Suddenly I saw someone near the curved water. Bamboo fence huts, wine flags and sand banks have formed clusters of villages and cities.
I'm afraid my homesickness will rise. The phoenix tower is far away, looking back at the sky and looking at the sky. Which lonely house will you live in tonight? Autumn geese sing long, and the waning moon reflects half the window. There will always be tears.
The frost trees in Wu Fengqi are heavy and green.
Song Dynasty: Zhao Ke
Frost trees are heavy green, tall buildings fly, and they are in frost forest. It's only been nine days since the yellow flowers passed, and a statue comforted Qiu Rong.
Emerald has no eyebrows. Being in Xishan, I love Dongshan. The flowing water shines at night, and the wine column looks at the Xijiang River.
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The mountains in the distance are getting smaller and smaller, and the clouds seem to be above the top of the forest. The Double Ninth Festival has just passed. A cup of chrysanthemum wine soothes the aging face.
If there is no green hill, it looks like a light eyebrow. Although I am in Xishan now, I like to retire to Dongshan. Running water and sunset shine in the water, and tall buildings overlook the scenery of Xijiang River leading to hometown.
5, courtyard Shajiang garden tree sunset glow
Yuan dynasty: Wu
Jiangting is far from trees, but light tobacco is flat. Among the green willows and trees is a horse. As the sun sets, the water village is crowded with people.
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The pavilion by the river is set against the sunset glow and the trees in the sky. On the flat sandy shore, there are clusters of fragrant grass and faint smoke. Pedestrians jumped off their horses and tied their mounts to Yin. As the sun sets, there are villages and people's home ownership houses.
8. Beautiful sentences describing the environment
Beautiful sentences about describing the environment
Spring has come, everything has revived, and the willow has pulled out her delicate branches. Today, it began to rain in Mao Mao, fluttering and spreading. Rows of willows on Xuanwu Lake disappeared in the boundless drizzle and gradually disappeared in the fog.
I see a row of weeping willows in the distance. All the willows have just turned green, and the green shadow dances behind the willows like a layer of green gauze under the breeze. It's beautiful.
Qiu Guang is overlapping. It secretly took three roads during the Mid-Autumn Festival. There are no colorful flowers in spring, no green trees in summer and no snowflakes in winter. But fruit trees that bear fruit in autumn bring people the joy of harvest. There are fruits everywhere!
Jiangnan in spring is beautiful, the wind is soft, the air is fresh and the sun is warm. Wheat seedlings in the field are like the sea, scattered villages are unsinkable boats, criss-crossing winding rivers, willow branches by the river spit out buds, and reeds are green as soon as they come out; The calm river wakes up from the simplicity of winter and is covered with the color of nature.
Wan Li is clear. Miss Chun squinted in the sun. The new green leaves and the fog and smoke in the fields are like her clothes. With the pace of her spring, the green grass broke through the ground and stood out almost with her feet.
The endless plain is flat and vast, like a huge dark green jade plate, which is breathtaking.
The endless plain stretches under the sky, without hills, as calm as the sea on a calm day.
The intermittent rain, like a wisp of hazy smoke, enveloped the Huaihe River Plain stretching for thousands of miles.
The climate on the plateau is really unpredictable. Sometimes happy, sometimes angry; Sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's calm and motionless.
Spring on the plateau is as short as a rabbit's tail and fleeting.
There is also a thin river on the grassy grassland, which is exposed in the sun and looks like a glittering silver necklace from a distance.
On the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are in full bloom, like a flower scarf that has just been soaked in water, and even dew is colorful!
On the endless prairie, the breeze carries the fragrance of the soil and blows a large area of crops like ripples.
Night hangs over the grassland, a full moon shines from the fish-scale cloud gap, and the grassland is filled with hazy moonlight, rising like a faint silver fog.
How the grassland looks like the sea! Only quieter than the sea; How the grassland is like a picture without a frame, so vast that you can't see the edge.
Modern poems about the environment. Modern Poetry about Beautiful Natural Environment
Nature is beautiful.
Love freedom, love music.
Be good at singing the rising love in your heart.
I prefer to sing poetry in a dramatic way.
Express the most beautiful friendship to the world.
People say my songs are too melancholy.
As long as it is natural and true, it is beautiful.
Sing whatever you want.
Singing makes me love life more.
False joy is not joy.
Only when singing doubles my strength.
People throw so much wisdom on the roadside.
Why don't I work harder and get it first?
The knowledge collected enriched the poor pen.
Gradually armed like a horse.
Gallop thousands of miles
Don't stop until you get what you want.
Don't dislike daily collections.
Trivial means profound truth.
It is beneficial to open books only, not to combine suffering experiences.
How can we make achievements and create miracles in the future?
Just digest one truth every day.
There are 365 days in a year.
If you want to get more from your armpit, pile the sand in a tower.
We still have to work hard and try again.
2. Modern environmental protection poems
Yes, I wish I could help you.
Green Paradise
I dressed up as a tree.
Feel the breath of nature
Everything is unnatural.
But gradually bowed to death.
The root of evil
From human beings themselves
Green Paradise
Students struggling to die
A wrinkled tree
Lost green.
Living without a soul is like living without a heart.
Living is a feeling of sadness and powerlessness.
I am a tree.
A tree named after human beings.
A tree about to die of old age
Who am I?
Nature will follow in my footsteps.
Green world
Gradually die.
I am one of the sinful human beings.
A person who writes poetry.
Touch the green line.
But you can't embed my power.
For the world
I should be a member of the green seed.
Put down the pen
It's time to find more seeds.
When the sun rises from the horizon.
My green seed
Take a step of hope
Look for more like-minded future seeds.
Take root, sprout and thrive together.
Keep green.
Protect nature
Green Paradise
Start from me
3. Modern Poetry Describing Nature 1223
Dreaming about nature/thinking about the romance of nature is always impulsive. The rain in May, with the same passion, poured into the embrace of the earth and washed the hearts of all things. The falling petals are the epitome of spring. The young fruit is in early summer, and the four seasons are lingering. Lightning, thunder and lightning rush in the arms of the universe. These are all romantic impulses of nature, and passion makes people nostalgic. The crops are fresh after the rain. How many dreams we live in the embrace of nature make our brains swell, and youth and eternity are the symbols of life and life. The course of spring, summer, autumn and winter is full of leaves, wind, flowers, snow, blue sky, white clouds, mountains, rivers, lightning and thunder ... all these are the romantic city of nature. We dream of just letting the rain in May soak the whole body and boiling it with a fiery heart. The last rain in this spring will be a stream of water vapor with passion and romantic feelings [original]] to nature [watermark ][color=#000080] Text [/color] "to nature" The sky is lightly floating with countless rhythms in bright colors, and the passage of time is sometimes like a song. When you think of the happy time here, you seem to have left your memory in a distant place. I won't miss you, but I am keen on your happy feeling. When nature is full of vitality, my love is beyond words. Just like the sunshine yesterday, if you leave me here, it will be a wonderful summer story. When the rainy season is like spring breeze, you will be greeted by a forgotten heart. Staring around you for a long time after a long separation is enough to make your tears shine like countless weather. Only one voice echoes endless green, which connects Yan Yan's miles. It is green and graceful, and red is exquisite and elegant. Raising it is cold, harsh and lonely. It is the pride of the strugglers. Your warm world belongs to brave men, naive girls and winter and wisdom belong to cheerful streams, birds and scorching sun and olive trees along the coast belong to me. And I love the jungle, when there are butterflies dancing like children on the green Yuan Ye, when you are lying quietly by the river in the dark night, I wander dreamily, looking for a long path to bend, when someone walks in the field at dawn before the bright spring, when the wind is rubbing against the silent wilderness over and over again, what kind of arms do you use to caress this warm and elegant wilderness? I walked out of the loss of time, ran along the rut to the sunny hillside, and constantly advanced to an open mind, showing the charming vastness and majestic mountains in the drizzle and dusk drizzle. Jing Fang.
4. Modern environmental protection poetry
Article 1: Green Author: Splendid Green absorbs yellow dust, purifies dirty and harmful gases and releases beneficial air ions. Green food makes people physically and mentally harmless. Just like a light butterfly flying, the light body can take off slowly and fly to the blue sky and white clouds to ask an alien friend. Hello, let's fulfill the promise of the soul. Green environment is not as cruel as black, and there is no harm between people. It is full of all kinds of sincere love. The green heart lets us fly in the green universe like the wings of an angel and convey the truth. Part II: Environmental Protection Series-The Voice of Nature Author: Dongxue, my friend! Please give me freedom so that I can relax, my friend, please give me back my life so that I can benefit you, my friend, please take away your rope lock so that I can rest and catch my breath! Friends don't know if you should say that you are heartless, because you forgot your promise. Friends don't know if you are heartless, because you are hurting me. "It is not difficult to hurt me, and it is not difficult to help me." So I'm waiting! Chapter III: Earth, My Mother Author: Pink boat, gently fluttering willows, swaying lotus leaves in the wind, swaying lotus leaves, reflecting the enchanting and oblique light of human beings, reflecting the lake, rippling light waves, flashing golden rays, dancing in the lotus boat left and right, raising songs, and now the face is not yesterday, rolling up wild sand, ravaging the desert, groaning, burning and devouring the flying in urban and rural areas. This is not a bolt from the blue, nor is it a bolt from the blue! The brilliant sun, which has been covered by white clouds, has lost its former appearance on the earth. My mother, I used to eat what you wore and live in. How can I repay your kindness? I hope we can continue to enjoy the free days you gave us in the future. I believe that one day the clouds will open-China University of Mining and Technology Environmental Protection Exhibition Works (Original) Part IV: Environmental Protection Series-Simple Actions Author: Dongxue, have you ever thought that if our world becomes dirty? What would you do if our survival was threatened? Is the crime of indiscriminate use of water, spitting and littering established? Can you really feel at ease this time? Have you forgotten or neglected to let us commit such a crime? So how can we save it? You will ask, "Is it money?" I will tell you this mistake contemptuously. A big mistake is an action, not difficult or simple, but it represents your quality, your virtue and your cultivation. To find this action, you will know a lot. Learn this action and you will get more friends. Come on, we're waving to you. Come on, let's save the family. Welcome. Chapter V: Environmental Defender Author: Fresh Jas Pouch Lee. We are environmental protection guards in green new clothes. We are the heads of environmental protection guards. Blue sky is willing to dress up every corner of the city with hard-working hands, express a happy attitude towards life with sweet smiles, examine the strange behavior around us with wise eyes, and write selfless and sincere dedication with sincere love letters. The first ray of sunshine in the morning reflects the slender figure, and the first snow falls like silver pine. We are environmental protection guards, and we are not afraid of heavy rain and fatigue. We are not afraid of climbing mountains or dangerous peaks. Progress is our ideal. Cleanliness is our unremitting responsibility. Environmental protection is our wish.
5. Modern landscape poetry
Fish who are too lazy to take a bath-manager level 4 3- 10 13? Singing on a passionate branch? Sorting out the thoughts of winter, smiling like a flower, wandering in greener places, swaying at the bottom of the water, worrying about the ebb and flow of the tide? Drunk in the northland wind, people remember the sound of hurting spring for a long time. Is it spring that dispels sadness without taking away a cloud? Dry your tears and smile at the sun. Although the flood of flowers has not washed away the shackles of winter, the fragrance of tincture is pervading the plains. Count the ripples of mother-of-pearl. Is that a beautiful scenery? Light the dim heart and throw it away together. Isn't it? Holding a handful of blue water, I am ashamed to drop out of school.
Golden willow by the river; Can I wave my sleeve? Sorting out the cold winter thoughts and connecting my reverie: attention? ; In the soft waves of Cambridge, it is also a beautiful scenery that stirs my poetry. People? Read the direction of loneliness! The water is shining. Early spring friends? Drink a cup of green spring scenery? Spread to the green corridor? Wash away the sorrow of the world of mortals? Listen to the bell of Yuancun Temple Tower, saying that spring is beautiful? : Silver Flower-The first level of probation 3- 10 13 is the melancholy that shakes off the earth? Ignite the yellow heart, is the rainbow in the sky crushed in floating seaweed and quietly blows the farewell flute? .
But I can't play songs. Looking for dreams? ! That pool under the shade of elm trees sings in the starlight? Once swore to each other? Draw with a pen? Happy flame? With the change of seasons? , finally? Let me stir up poetry? Weave a dream with your heart; Month, no trace, holding a handful of blue water, thinking long? The wind is still whistling and trembling in the valley, as if wailing together, but there are already a few small azaleas that warm the world and even the clouds are no longer floating. My friend is not Qingquan. I would like to be a water plant and take off my thick winter coat. Drunk by the northland wind? Fragrant language fragrance, is it the bride in the sunset who washed away the sadness of the world of mortals? Without love, it doesn't snow in winter; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The green grass on the soft mud is covered with brocade. You look radiant. The afternoon sun filled the boat with stars, just like I came gently. Will burnt cigarette butts also bring my thoughts? Put it on? The budding hope? Read the direction of loneliness, the wind is blowing? , rippling in my heart? Drink a cup of green spring scenery. Wait for the cuckoo to see the shadow of the static bridge under the moon. Responder? Into an ocean of love? Into an ocean of love? Draw a picture with strokes, and listen to her promise to come tonight, like a light wave in a dream. Quietly watching the crowd with the wind: in the winter without snow? A melancholy and happy flame that shakes the earth! I left quietly? Singing in the warm branches, broken love has gone away from me, where is my affectionate friend, and moss has cooled my heart? Holding comfortable notes, the mountains, although there are no birds singing and waterfalls splashing down, thousands of silver beads are scattered in the misty morning light and rolling on the avenue at dusk, but waiting. Once the thunder is loud and the dark clouds rise, you will run away in a hurry. It was the most beautiful and best dream. Perhaps listening to the five old peaks and weaving a dream with your heart is still a bitter wind and rain. Holding comfortable notes? Stand up? Say that sentence out loud to yourself? Silence is Cambridge tonight? Precipitate a rainbow-like dream to support a wormwood? Let me compose music in the waves, together with the broken fake clothes. In spring, did you live here last night? Fragrant language, I lean against the moss on the stone fence, and the willows are fluttering, just like my budding hope quietly? Responder? ; Beautiful shadows in the waves. The warmth of spring spreads to the green corridor, and the night is invisible? Let me compose in the waves? ; Summer insects are also silent for me: 08 don't leave Cambridge lightly, I want to leave this place and see a different sky. I can't wait to fly, but I have never been to the desert, but I feel its desolation. The wind blows back and forth on the sand dunes, leaving a winding vicissitudes. I have never been to the sea, but I have fallen in love with its infinity. In the deepest center, I just want to go with the flow. Don't I miss the freedom of my hometown anymore? Is it as beautiful and lonely as the moon hanging in the sky? .
6. Modern environmental protection poems
I think, if all China people,
Everyone uses a pair of disposable chopsticks.
Then, the population of China is 65.438+300 million.
How much wood will be wasted?
I think if all China people,
Everyone uses plastic bags.
Then, the population of China is 65.438+300 million.
How much white pollution is there?
I think, if all China people,
Send a card to everyone.
Then, the population of China is 65.438+300 million.
How many resources are needed?
Save electricity,
Protect resources,
Reduce pollution.
7. Ask for some modern poems or essays describing the environment.
I like spring.
I like the streams drifting away in spring best.
Gurgling and flowing,
The voice of "Hua" seems to say happily:
Come on, our terminal is just ahead.
I like birds that are cheerful in spring best.
Pairs of wings kept flapping,
Dancing in the spring breeze,
"Twitter" seems to be singing:
This is my most beautiful hymn to spring.
I like the endless fields in spring best.
Hard-working farmers began to farm,
Naughty grass grows its head,
A spring breeze, they bob:
Spring is beautiful, and hardworking people are more beautiful in spring.
I like innocent children in spring best,
The liver is happier than usual,
Their playfulness and laughter,
Remind adults of their childhood,
That wonderful time.
8. Who can give me a modern poem about ecological environment?
The house of poetry answers for you:
Dense forests, vast grasslands,
Endless sea, blue sky,
White clouds, fat cows,
Beautiful bird, I love you, love you.
Earth. Earth.
You don't know how to be selfish, you don't know how to take it,
But humans cut down trees, start wars, hurt your body and take everything from you.
Earth, I love your youth and beauty.
I love your ocean and land, I love your forest and grassland,
I love the sunshine, the tenderness of the moon, and your eternal youth.
Earth. Earth.
I hope all your goodness will not be eternal in my memory.
Earth. Earth.
I love you forever.