Poetry about the beautiful scenery of the forest 1. Poetry about the forest
Poems describing the forest are:
1. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.
2. Birds sing in the shade, deer and cypress.
3. Jet Sese, Su Hui, Emerald Cotton Forest
It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue.
5. Clear water and clear stones can be counted straight, and there are no birds in the forest.
1. Forest is an area with high density of trees. These plant communities cover a large area of the world and play an important role in reducing carbon dioxide, animal communities, hydrological turbulence regulation and soil consolidation, which is one of the most important aspects of the earth's biosphere. Forests include arbor forests and bamboo forests. Forest is a surface biological community mainly composed of trees. It is rich in variety, complex in structure and diverse in functions.
2. The full text of the above poem is as follows:
(1) Enter Ji Wang in Zoigesi.
What's average? Empty water. The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.
(2) The land journey of "Mountain Living Rhyme"
Birds are singing in the shade of forests, deer and cypresses. Alas, I am a fool. My servants are chasing after meat and millet. Pity the kite's shoulder and cover it with shame. The difficulty is still in the mountains, and I want to raise my own livestock. Set foot on Xixi and build a house in the North Valley. The light is always hidden, and the jade touches the vulgar eyes.
(3) Cai Xiji, entitled "My Brother's Title on the Regime of Weinan Governors"
If you are at home, why bother to retreat? If you don't go abroad, you will be depressed.
Xuan cars come and go, and the name is clear. Sichuan will fish for jade, and the township pavilion will sprinkle gold.
Su Hui spouts wrasse, emerald cotton forest. I used to be obsessed with poetry and calligraphy and would rather work hard.
My brother, Xu, wasted his way to find each other. Celebrate old clothes in the morning and relax at night.
The article praised the beautiful scenery in the distance, which added to the admiration. I'm looking forward to it. I won't be able to live in Lu Chen tomorrow.
(4) Zhu Wangwei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
(5) Su Shi visited two monks, Qin Hui, in a lonely mountain in Lari.
It will snow, the clouds will fill the lake, the towers will be bright, and the mountains will be gone. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest. I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road. Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying brown. In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks. I was so happy when I was swimming, and I felt like a dream when I got home. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.
2. What are the poems describing the forest?
1, the mountain wind blows the empty forest, like someone whispering.
Walking in the Late Autumn of the Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
The tired horse was sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun had set on the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.
It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road. Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning.
The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither. Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.
Explanation:
Tired horses are sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun has fallen to the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest. Cold rain began to fall in the boundless sky, and there was no dust on the bluestone pavement.
Thousands of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and the voices of all things lament in the bleak morning. The thrush was still singing last night, and the grass had begun to wither. Besides, as a stranger from afar, I will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.
2. The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue.
Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Mo Yan Ruzhi Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad.
The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion. (Even a short pavilion: a shorter pavilion)
Explanation:
In the distance, the twilight smoke over the forest is shrouded in mist, still a sad green and blue. Night pervades the boudoir, and some people are alone upstairs. On the jade steps, looking at the sky stands. The homing bird flew away at the urging of homing. Where is my return trip? Only the long pavilion on the road is connected with the short pavilion.
3. Fenglin is red, smoky and blue, and full of gulls.
Youth Tour Lin Fenghong Evening Smoke Blue Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.
The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.
Explanation:
Maple is red and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, a water town that lives and works in peace and contentment, full of exile and sadness everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.
4. Smoke fills the forest, the mountains are far away, and the bells and drums ring at dusk.
Tianxiang Luo Yanheng Lin Song Dynasty: He Zhu
Cooking smoke fills the forest, distant mountains sink, and bells and drums ring at dusk. Candles reflect the curtain, flies remind the machine, and * * * bitter cold autumn wind dew. Sleepless thinking about women, Qi Heying, and several anvil pestles. Disturbing the world's tired officials, life is old.
In those days, drunkards were conceited, called Dong Jun, and paid in spring. Wandering in the north road, visiting Nanpu, I hate no one to talk to. Lai Yue Ming, who once knew this old place. If you follow the clouds, you will leave in your dreams.
Explanation:
Smoke enveloped the Woods, the sunset fell into the distant mountains, and the bells and drums sounded intermittently in the evening. Candlelight shining on the window seems to remind us that everyone hates the dew in the clear autumn. Those poor homesick women who can't sleep send an anvil in the wind and insects. The sound alarmed the tired travelers wandering around the world, only to find that it was the end of another year.
I used to be conceited because of drunkenness, thinking that the god of spring had paid for the beauty of March. Unexpectedly, I wandered around North Road all the year round, sometimes leaving Nanpu by boat, and no one poured out my deep thoughts. Rely on the bright moon to know where she went in the past, bring her to me and send her there.
The leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
On the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Explanation:
It is very sad that there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.
3. Beautiful sentences describing the forest
1. From a distance, vast green forests are connected like the ocean. Trees grow luxuriantly, emitting comfortable coolness. Sunlight, like wisps of golden sand, passes through layers of branches and leaves and falls on the grass. There are countless kinds of wild flowers in full bloom on the grass, emitting attractive fragrance from time to time. Birds in the forest are flying and singing happily, echoing with the murmur of running water in the breeze for a long time. How charming this charming scenery is!
I am walking in the forest, foggy and soft, like a white gauze floating in the air. The tree stands quietly under the blue sky and welcomes the sunshine with open arms. Sunlight, like wisps of golden sand, falls mottled on the grass through overlapping branches and leaves. The grass sparkled with crystal dew, emitting the fragrance of grass, flowers and wet soil. Countless kinds of small flowers race out of the soil, white, red and yellow, shining like stars, making the land in the forest glow with colorful vitality. In the fragrant jungle, I smoked the flowers and enjoyed the sunshine bath. I am intoxicated in this spoony dream.
4. Poems about forests
After a spring rain, countless young plants spread their leaves in the sun, making the earth just out of winter full of vitality.
On the vast land, the endless green forest has become the most magnificent life landscape, which also makes the earth look particularly beautiful and affectionate in the infinite universe. In spring, the forest is brand-new and everything is revived, just like an arena of life, full of vitality and surging desire for life.
In summer, the forest is dense and noisy, and life grows uncontrollably under the urging of high temperature. Creation and dedication constitute the main theme of summer forest.
The forest in autumn is full of poetry. It is a bumper harvest forest, a touching and intoxicating forest. This is a colorful art forest.
It's quiet in winter, and the forest seems to be sleeping this winter. However, we never thought that trees and trees would form the simplest pattern in front of us through silent dialogue.
There are remnants of snow on the branches, which are heavy and crystal clear. It seems that as soon as I raise my hand, I will fall one after another. Ice is hung on the crisp branches, which is a gift to the forest in winter.
Thousands of stout trees plunge into mountain crevices, break rocks and create soil, that is, open up homes for life dependent on soil; The forest is sheltered from the wind and rain by dense branches and leaves, creating a suitable living space for all life entering the forest. The tune of "The Whistler in the Forest" is an elongated equal sign. The red and white flags in their hands command the fallen trees. The forest groaned and lined up behind the equal sign. The known answers are horizontal or vertical. Watch out for that heavy car. "Sixteen-year-old voice with a phone at one end and a cable at the other. This is a day without season. When the days are sown, they grow into bacteria and grow into slender acacia grass under the bed. Foxes who escape from the series always draw malicious symbols on the track. Those footsteps outside the forest are separated by mountains, and the restless life is indifferent. Without Cinderella's fairy tale belief, the sun is a legend of the times. Light and red are totem badges, so we guard every day with young faith, with bonfires, with silent flying snow, with mountains and moons, with the silhouette of youth, with the wind of October, with a beating long hair that is ignorant at noon, and become a thorny coriaria, but the stars in the sky are cold and full of brilliant arrogance. A woodcutter died, the sun hid and fled, and the wind ran down the mountain with the last sound, er-watch it again. In the joke a minute ago, you said that the steamed bread with iliac teeth was the reason why the thin wife who came to visit relatives didn't sleep last night, but the rush of time was like the collapse of the Millennium treetops. That's not a full moon. Why didn't you keep the promise made in 15? You said that the two-year-old baby and your ugly daughter-in-law in your hometown in eastern Sichuan are waiting for you to bring back the cotton-padded jacket for the New Year. Your thick lips used to be a happy home for a group of single men. Last night, you were still talking about your new apprentice, seventeen or eighteen, still thinking about the forest.
At that time, acacia turned into black soil, carved itself into a mountain rose, smiled casually, watched the tiptoe of the wind dance, slipped over the cliff and fell into silence ... The disappearing forest only gave birth to weathered memories. Creeping axe saw cold, laughed at with yellow, dismembered his body, and his teeth were bitten, and his brilliant life was missing.
Occasionally, I looked up and stared at the last snowflake in the sky, turned into tears and fled into Halley's comet. The ancestors of mushrooms declared the mushroom tribe extinct, the bones of the doe and the male leopard became eternal, and civilization became sword of vengeance. Its fierceness and enthusiasm are endowed by ancient westerners.
The eagle's feathers were shattered, and the sun's blood flowed all over the mountains and plains. Only the last painter on the earth stretches his black figure and easel in the orange of the earth, waiting for hundreds of millions of years of unknown mature thinking and writing the origin of life for the second time.
5. Poems describing winter forests
Du Fu's quatrain describing winter-two orioles singing green willows and a line of dew rising to heaven.
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships. Jiang Xue-Liu Zongyuan has no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousands of roads.
A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Plum blossoms-Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
From a distance, it is not snow that has a faint fragrance to describe winter poems. Every time it snows, Liu Zongyuan, the owner of Furong Mountain, is far away from the mountain, and all the birds on the mountain fly away. The weather is cold and the White Family is poor. A thousand roads without footprints.
Chai Men heard the dog barking, and the lonely boat withered, and people returned on a snowy night. An old man was fishing in the cold river snow.
It's raining and snowing, so I can see it is disappearing: the appearance of snow; Speaking of which, it is still "gone with the wind". Hey; The heat of the sun.
Yue: Auxiliary words have no substantive meaning. The Book of Songs Xiaoya Jiaogong The cold wind destroyed trees and caused severe frost. Lan Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Ancient Poems for Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" was sad at the end of the year, and it was snowing in the sun.
There is no hope in my ears, but clean sadness in my eyes: cold and cold. Mimi: Dark.
H: a little less. Objective: what that eye can see.
Hao: White. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Written in mid-December of Guimao Year, Respecting from My Brother" can be simulated, but if catkins rise with the wind, Xie Daowen's "Poetry on Snow": "What is snow like? The air difference of salting can be simulated, but if the catkins rise with the wind. "
The moon shines on the snow, and the north wind is strong: the north wind. Strengths: violence.
Sadness: biting. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty, "When the wind blows, it snows everywhere: the window.
Wind scares bamboo: Snow in the wind hits bamboo, making a rustling sound. Wang Tangwei's "A Winter Night's Record of Hu Jushi's Home" is unknown. It is suspected that the court opened last night: the snow fell in the courtyard.
Tang Song Wenzhi's Snow in the Garden Should Be Made was swallowed up by the sound of water and ice, but the sand road was covered with snow. Liu Tang Changqing's "Appreciating Zhang Xia's Bitterness and Cold Work on the Way Back to the State on a Snowy Night" has a clear path and snow peaks. Tang Li Bai's Winter Returning to the Old Mountain is white and cold, and snowflakes are as big as hands. Tang Li Bai's satirizing Wang Liyang's refusal to drink Yanshan snowflakes were as big as seats and blew down Xuanyuantai. Tang Li Bai's "Popular North" is full of clouds at dusk, and the snow dance is empty: the wind is swaying.
First frost in Dufu's "Making Snow" in Tang Dynasty is in rags, so he can't point it directly: his fingers are stiff. Tang Du Fu's "Singing 500 Words from Beijing to Fengxian": Clouds and gulls dance more, geese fly against the wind, and there is no line: there is no line.
Tang Du Fu's "Sending Grandson Home in Winter" is short in cold weather, calm in wind and waves, and light in clouds. Tang Du Fu's "Nostalgia in Gongan County" scattered on the bamboo, and the snow scattered in the mountains. Tang Han's "Chu's main office meeting is over, and the money is spent." (One in Zhang Jishi) Who will carve the snow on the ground? Who will cut the snow on the flat ground into this smallpox? "
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.
Don Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue won't be killed in winter, so why kill it in spring? It's harsh and bleak. Tang Luwen's "Germinating Pujinguan River Zuo Ting" is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry.
Thick ice without crack, short day cold light: the wind is like a roar. Meng Jiao's "Song of Bitterness and Cold" only saw the dark clouds on the ridge and the rocks falling like snow, which was shocking.
Thousands of peaks have thousands of Yushu trees and thousands of pines. When Tang Yuanzhen's "South Qin Xue" entered the room, I sat and watched the bamboo turn into six branches: the snowflake was hexagonal, so it was called "six out". Qiongzhi: Bamboo branches are covered with snow like white jade.
Tang Gao's "Welcome to Snow" knows that the night snow is heavy and the bamboo is broken. Tang Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" says: "I am shocked by the cold and see the window bright. I know it snows heavily at night, and I hear the sound of bamboo folding. "
Spinning the bead curtain over the powder wall is lighter than catkin and heavier than frost. Tang Li Shangyin's "Two Songs on Snow" all the springs are frozen, and I sing it more bitter when I am cold: the springs are blocked because of freezing, because they are described as sobs.
Yin: Singing. Liu Tang Jia's Ode to Bitterness and Cold: "I sing cold more seriously when the spring is frozen and swallowed.
Leaning against Qiao Song in the middle of the night, I felt covered with snow. "Three million jade dragon, broken bones flying. Yulong: Describe flying snow.
Broken scales: describe snowflakes flying, such as scales falling one after another. Song Huzai's last episode, Tiaoxi Fishing in Conghua, quoted Bird's poem "Snow" from Xiqing Poetry Talk, which is not thousands of miles away and selfless in the world: Yu.
Huang Yuan Geng's "Snow" stream is not suitable for snow, and the mountains are not frozen clearly. Hong Sheng's Looking at the Snow.
6. Beautiful sentences describing the forest
Standing on the hillside and looking down, I saw rows of apple trees, like a green Great Wall, lush and leafy.
Apple trees are full of fruits, red and big, like red lanterns covered with branches. There is a forest on the hillside, with dense branches and leaves and shady trees. The most beautiful plant is Lycium barbarum.
At this time, they have borne fruit, watery and shiny, just like a string of red pearls, which are particularly beautiful against the green leaves. 3. In the summer when flowers are in full bloom, the morning mist flows slowly in the forest and wraps around every red spruce, which looks like a long ribbon on the fairy.
A breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is refreshing. The green leaflets in the pear flower slip out, and the contrast between white and green is particularly beautiful. 5. On a boat tour in Taihu Lake, I saw citrus, whose hillside was covered with golden fruits, flying like strips of brocade and silk, like burning clouds.
As far as you can see, everything is green. It's really Lin Hai.
The ups and downs of the mountains are the waves of the forest. How many kinds of green are there: deep, shallow, bright, dark and green, which is indescribable.
I'm afraid only a painter can draw so much green.
7. Sentences describing the beautiful scenery of the big forest
a woodland night
1, everything has been calm, with bursts of pines, melodious birds singing, gurgling streams under deep valleys, and only the night wind occasionally stirs my dream clothes.
2. The wooden house in the silent night, when I walk out of the door, there is always a refreshing fragrance. The dim starlight, dark distant mountains and dark trees always remind me of infinite reverie.
I seem to hear a rustle. Does everything grow quietly in this silent night? Tomorrow morning, let's raise our dandelion umbrella and walk to the top of the high mountain. Let's greet you cordially. Hello, Big Forest!
Who came here through this dense forest and weeds? Before me, wild grapes grew in the rocks. How many years, you have been baptized by the mountain wind here; For many years, you have been cared for by the sunshine here.
5, grasp the cliff, your rough hands let me see the vibrant blood vessels! Your indomitable progress, regardless of any difficulties and obstacles, reminds me of the first person who entered the mountain.
6. Grape, before the sun goes down, please give me strength to jump to the opposite mountain peak and follow your winding path to find the acacia forest in my dream.
7. In the foggy morning, every tree was covered with a hazy veil, and I remembered the beautiful fairy in the film and television, singing and dancing lightly, with long sleeves blowing gently. ,
By this time, I had climbed halfway up the mountain. A red squirrel in the Woods took a look at me and fled into the cave. I sat where it sat.
9, do not walk into the big forest, do not know the fragrance of the big forest. Walking into the big forest, you seem to have walked into a mature wild orchard. Your sad laughter, your sweet singing and your black beginning are all fragrant.
10, white mushroom, you shy forest girl, don't cover your eyes with a small umbrella. Golden persimmon, you healthy young man, are you blowing leaves to express endless affection to your sweetheart?
1 1, the mountains are full of fruits, just like teenagers in mountain villages. Mountain pepper, your rich fragrance reminds me of the pungent mountain village sister-in-law. Carya illinoensis, you are a vigorous elder in the forest.
Hello, 12, intoxicating forest, endless green waves are my endless imagination, so let me make a mature wild fruit and hang it among the tall trees and green leaves.
13, let the birds passing through the top of the forest peck away my thoughts, let me visit every vibrant tree, every vibrant grass and every lively and lovely animal in the big forest with my dreams, and then let the heavy snow in the middle of winter cover me. When spring comes, I will wake up slowly and grow faint purple flowers.
8. What are the poems describing the forest?
A tree cannot be a forest. It takes a hundred years for a tree to uproot its roots. It is unique. This tree is unique. Sword tree is unique. This tree is cultivated artificially. The tree is swaying. Silver flowers lean on Yushu sword tree. Willow has a knife, mulberry bleeds. The trees are swaying in spring. This tree was planted by predecessors in Yushu, Qionglin. Later generations enjoy the cool, cut down trees, take root, erect monuments, spread trees, spread trees, and do moral things. A big tree attracts wind, and a double axe cuts down an orphan tree for ten years. A hundred years later, the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind is not limited to the flowering of Cycas. Yao thinks that the tree is to look at the tree, not the forest. This is all the idioms about trees. The third word and the last word are idioms containing trees. A century-old tree is slash-and-burn cultivation, mountain swords and trees are cultivated by people.