Never seen you before.
however
I can imagine you.
hardwood
Umbrella canopy
After a thousand years of wind blowing
Drink up the Millennium rain.
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.
But it's a little overflowing.
Tasteless pride
Hide in the mountains
Tender feelings in the years
The mountain wind roared by from time to time.
Knock at the door from time to time
Window lattice of memory
Quiet and peaceful rhythm
dulcet
But there's a hint.
An imperceptible injury
fan blade
It has been air-dried for some time.
take me to
Complex pain
Bookmarks of the years
Slowly open the curtain
Sector memory
purely
But how many?
Bad mark
2. A modern poem "Sleeping in the Seven Panling" describing Ginkgo biloba leaves, Shen Quanqi is a long way away, lying high in the Seven Panxi.
Xiao Yue is near the window, and the Tianhe River is low. Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.
Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken. Ouyang Xiu's poem "Duck Feet" wrote: "Duck Feet was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and its name is not floating.
Jiangnang is due to tribute, and Ginkgo biloba is expensive in Zhongzhou. There is a sentence in the poem "Answer to Mei Wanling's Shengyu Gift": "Goose feathers are given thousands of miles away, and people are important.
Although there are hundreds of duck feet, they are sincere and precious. Mei Yao Chen accepted Ouyang Xiu's poem and wrote the poem "Appreciating Yongshu Ginkgo" according to its rhyme: "What did I have last year? I gave away my duck feet.
People are more expensive than goose feathers. The poem Partridge and Ginkgo biloba written by Li Qingzhao, a famous poetess in the Southern Song Dynasty, is a masterpiece in China's classical ginkgo poetry.
The word says, "The charm is not very good, and the former oranges can be slaves. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors. "
Li Shanji, a Qing Dynasty man, once wrote a song of Ginkgo biloba, praising the existence of Ginkgo biloba in front of Shi Tian Cave and listing the scenic spots in Qingcheng 108. Exquisite than Baiyun Stream, green full of solitary cranes.
I stayed under the tree for a long time, it was dark all around, and it was very cold in summer. The fairy tale of Shijie no longer exists, and Ban Jing told it as an ancient man.
The old country has never been a beautiful tree, and it is sweet and quiet. It looks like anger flying far away, and it looks like ups and downs.
The posture is like a phoenix flying in the clouds, and the spirit is like a dragon living in a rock valley. I struggled for several times and wanted to take the annual examination.
3. Ancient and modern poems praising the spirit of Ginkgo biloba describe ancient poems of Ginkgo biloba:
Song Geshao's Morning Book Style
Let the sun and the moon go west, regardless of frost and wind.
Ginkgo biloba leaves turned yellow all over the floor were a great success.
The Partridge and Ginkgo biloba is anonymous.
Charm is not very good, the orange in front of you can be a slave.
Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Who is the ice lotus? Drunk, Ming Taizu relies too much on truth.
The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.
Modern poems describing ginkgo biloba;
The author of Four Seasons Ginkgo biloba is unknown.
Ginkgo trees in the distance are hidden in the rain and fog.
There is nothing, and there is thick and light.
Like an open strange umbrella.
Leaves of ginkgo trees,
In autumn, it turns golden,
Everything is a perfect little fan.
For reference.
4. Poems praising Ginkgo biloba: Poem 1: Ginkgo biloba leaves come and go in a hurry in autumn, leaving golden traces. The memory of leaves flying in groups reminds me of those people again. Don't sigh so helplessly. Life should be a trace of no regrets. Poetry 2: Ginkgo bookmarks may be a thousand years' waiting or a hundred million years' luck. One by one with the fragrance of ancient rhyme, light in the sun. A pair of tender hands took off a few ginkgo leaves, carved eager eyes and put them into beloved poems. After many years, they occasionally opened the page, leaving only a faint scent in their eyes. There are many young faces sitting under that big tree now. Can a young hand pick a few green ginkgo leaves and put them in his beloved book? Will bookmarks turn yellow after many years? Can they leave a fragrance in their eyes? Poetry 3: Falling Ginkgo biloba leaves, I am a poem. The perched yellow butterfly lies quietly on the roadside you must pass. In the past life, we looked back a thousand times. I died for this life. In the last autumn wind, you finally kept your appointment and took me into your lens. The immature eyes behind the camera are still vivid. I waited for your gentle touch like a shy bride, but I didn't cry back after you pressed the shutter for the last time. The dim flash poured out, and I turned one last dance into a passionate style, just to remember that distant figure. From then on, even if I walk on the withered road, I am no longer lonely. Poetry 4: Dancing ginkgo leaves are light yellow and golden, just like a blue butterfly flying out of the garden. For the sake of youth and purity, I dyed my life with a beautiful rainbow wind, and the leaves were dancing with gold teeth. The sky is full of color, smiling and singing the praises of the relay of life, dancing the last rainbow with a brilliant gesture. In order to melt the soil, for tomorrow's green, I will live forever Look calmly, don't be greedy, don't be depressed, and give way to Xinya's calm and calm return to her mother-the land praises you, ginkgo sings you, ginkgo only contributes to your obscurity, only for a touch of gold and purity on earth.
Pupils have created their own modern poems praising Ginkgo biloba. The following information comes from the Internet for your reference.
First, Millennium Ginkgo has never seen you. However, I can imagine that your umbrella crown of deciduous trees has experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, but it overflows with a kind of unspeakable pride. It is hidden in the gentle years of the mountains. From time to time, the mountain wind roared and knocked on the window of memory. The quiet and peaceful rhythm is beautiful, but there is a trace of imperceptible harm. Fan-shaped leaves have dried up, bringing me into countless painful years. The bookmark slowly opened the thick curtain. A fan-shaped memory is pure, but it is a bit unbearable to precipitate. Second, the touch of Ginkgo biloba leaves-I listened to the sounds of nature in a misty rain, bathed in a season of wind, rain, thunder and electricity, sobbed with you in a gentle breeze and drizzle, and bid farewell to a season of lingering feelings in a dreamy whisper. "/>； Listen to the sounds of nature in a season, bathe in a monsoon rains thunder and lightning, weep with you in the breeze and drizzle, bid farewell to the lingering feelings of the season in a dreamy whisper, as if butterflies at the fingertips were swaying in the autumn wind, expecting a long tune and calling for affection, watching a long fragrant fan, listening to a soft silk string, reflecting you in the clear water, remembering like a breeze, and dancing like a breeze. Cut out a deep feeling and write the breeze in your bones. Draw an elegant and elegant whisper pattern in the context. Golden touch breeds gorgeous harvest. Cut out a period of time, reflecting the dazzling aura of thought. Time ignites good feelings. The desert is a lonely mirage, reflecting the magic of intelligent thinking. Who is crying with Loulan girl, the pipa plays golden, opens the brilliant poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, opens the heart, carves out the desolate ancient road with a long handle, and dances homesickness in the post station of everlasting regret. Who plucks the melancholy strings, drinks a pot of turbid wine, drinks a long whistle, and the horseshoe steps on the camel bell to pick up the moving picture of the western world? Two ginkgo leaves fly together, climb the love windsurfing, and look for a pure land in the long river, which belongs to the cradle of love and leaves a bright red heart. Seal a transparent igloo on the distant snow-capped mountain. Two touching hearts accompanied the flying fox in the selfless and pure world, offering brocade, iceberg and snow lotus, embracing each other in full bloom, bathing in the heart of the plateau and seeing a poem of sincere blessing from afar. Weaver Cowherd has a broad and enthusiastic mind, a warm and pure dream, a smile and tears, and a twin pursuit of love. The amphibious artistic conception of the world of mortals is packed into a thoughtful and heavy, deep and dynamic picture.
6. What are the ancient poems praising Ginkgo biloba? 1, the charm is not very good. You can be a slave before you finish honoring oranges. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.
Source: partridge and ginkgo biloba
Author: Li Qingzhao
Year of Creation: Song Dynasty
Ginkgo biloba is elegant, simple in appearance and elegant in quality. Even the best fruit, Ganju, is inferior by three points. Although Ginkgo biloba is loyal and noble, it still maintains the charm of jade bone Ice Muscle.
2, such as the sun and the moon to the west, regardless of the wind and frost in first frost. Ginkgo biloba leaves turned yellow all over the floor were a great success.
Source: "What Morningstar Books See"
Author: Ge Shaoti
Year of Creation: Song Dynasty
Idle days sway with the strong wind, no matter how cold the wind and frost are. Wait until the golden ginkgo leaves are everywhere, and suddenly announce that you have succeeded.
3. There are ginkgo biloba in front of Shi Tian Cave, listing Qingcheng 108. Exquisite than Baiyun Stream, green full of solitary cranes.
Source: Song of Ginkgo biloba
Author: Li Shanji
Year of Creation: Qing Dynasty
There is a ginkgo tree in front of Shi Tian Cave, which is listed as Qingcheng 180 scenic spot. Exquisite posture is higher than that of Baiyun Stream, with green branches lying on the top of a lonely crane.
4, regardless of the people around you, coca is flourishing, and the grandchildren are lush and fat. The vicissitudes of life in the world are illusory, and the mountains vaguely remember them.
Source: Ginkgo King
Author: Gan Long
Year of Creation: Qing Dynasty
The trunk of an ancient tree is strong enough for many people to surround it, and the lush branches and leaves cast a shadow. How has the outside world changed? This ginkgo tree still vaguely remembers what it looked like.
5, jade fiber snow wrist white, rotten silver broken shell glass bright.
Source: "Singing Ginkgo"
Author: Zhang endless
Year of Creation: Song Dynasty
As the wrists as white as jade reflect each other, the withered ginkgo is still so bright.