Poems praising poplars 1 Spring has come,
The branches are covered with fat dolls.
When the spring rain falls,
They suck the dew of spring desperately,
As if to make tomorrow more beautiful.
In a few days, the buds will begin to shoot leaves.
Gradually, every branch is covered with green leaves.
Dense, layer by layer,
Swing gently in the breeze,
Like a lively and lovely child.
When summer comes, the children are all grown up.
These trees are full of green. The sun shines on the leaves,
Bright green is dazzling,
It seems that there is one on every leaf.
The new vitality is shaking.
After the rainy night, poplars are more beautiful.
Water dripped on the leaves,
Shining in the moonlight,
Like a gem.
Poplar trees are not only beautiful,
Has a noble style,
Treat birds like their own children,
Let them build nests on themselves,
Protect them from the wind and rain.
Autumn, frosted poplar leaves,
Gradually turn yellow,
Yellow leaves fall in the autumn wind.
When it is windy, sometimes it seems to be on a swing.
Be on cloud nine; Sometimes it falls slowly like a parachute;
Sometimes like a flock of swallows, flying leisurely.
How interesting! On the newly fallen leaves,
It's like a golden carpet.
The fallen leaves were swept into the garden and blended with the soil.
With the hope of the coming year.
If winter comes,
Although not as brilliant as when there are leaves,
But now it seems bigger.
Always purring in the cold wind,
It's like challenging the cold wind.
When the heavy snow came, they became friends with Snow Girl.
Its tenacious spirit finally touched Snow Girl,
Snow girl generously gave it a quilt.
Poplar fell asleep warmly.
Yes, they worked hard for a year.
It's time for a good sleep!
I love you, Poplar!
Love your beauty and selflessness,
Love your indomitable enterprising spirit.
Poems praising poplars 2 August poplars, tall and straight poplars;
I have never bowed my head in a storm.
Poplar in August, poplar in years;
Tempering, that kind of strong character.
August poplars, lush poplars;
It thrives in the sun.
Poplar in August, poplar in the field;
Like soldiers guarding territory.
Poplar in August, singing poplar;
Singing happy songs in the breeze.
August poplars, such as poetic poplars;
Composed chapters of that poem.
Three tall poplars,
You are upright, optimistic and elegant, Cui Wei;
Like working people all over the world,
More like the yellow land that raised you,
Born plain, solid and magnificent!
You are happy with the situation and never expect anything;
You are in high spirits, and the green leaves are shaded!
Neither covet the sun nor chase the rain.
Your roots are tight, embracing the yellow land,
Give beauty and shade to nature and mankind!
You are happy and hearty, the leaves are rushing and the laughter is flying all over the sky!
You are self-confident, self-reliant, thriving, and supercilious!
When the spring is chilly, your feet are still stepping on the ice.
But the buds on the branches have turned green with laughter!
In midsummer, you laugh at the heat,
Lush, refreshing and intoxicating!
In the autumn wind, you sang happily and picked Ye Er.
Still looking up at the blue sky, without any inferiority and vulgarity!
In the cold winter, you face swords, frost and snow.
Standing in the wilderness, singing "Spring Festival Song", I am in awe!
Ah! Poplar, I love you and admire you!
Sincerely praise you, you are tall and elegant, ordinary and noble!
Poems praising poplars. The warm sunshine shines on the earth,
The branches on the roadside trees are still brown,
The branches of poplar trees have been covered,
Brown full buds,
The bud is covered with a reddish-brown skin.
Soon the chestnut buds will spit out lovely flowers.
Maybe there will be a cold spring tomorrow,
The next snow or rain,
But the young buds of poplar will still,
Continue to grow in the cold,
It is full of tree buds and thrives upward.
A poplar tree is full of vitality,
Let everyone who sees it feel,
Every life is powerful,
Poplar trees inspire us.
Everyone's heart will stay,
A poplar tree full of tender buds.
Some branches of poplar are hanging,
Some are still insisting,
Like a person standing in a field,
Young farmers in the north,
He stood there untidy.
But the bracts on the tree are straight,
But you can feel its strength and intensity,
Positive energy.
Downward branches sprout new buds,
Draw a powerful arc in the air and lift it.
Let the new buds absorb the warmth of the sun,
Looking at the vast sky looking for new shoots,
In order to better suck the sweetness of spring rain for new buds.
In summer, poplars are covered with thick green leaves.
The leaves glow green in the sun,
The breeze blows gently, poplars sing,
Like a young man on the battlefield in the north,
Sing like a letter to the sky,
They are always so optimistic and straightforward.
Sing a song when you are happy.
When we were young, we often played under poplars.
Enjoy its shade and listen to its "collision".
China's song, like a clear spring,
It's like "Hua Hua" along a small river in the mountains.
At that time, we couldn't feel the heat of summer.
Because poplars are with us,
They brought us one,
Happy, cool and green summer,
Hold up a big green umbrella.
I like poplar because it is strong.
Its tenderness,
Its freshness,
Its cheerful singing,
Its tall and straight body,
Its green shiny leaves.