Poems about grass Modern poems 1. Modern poetry describing grass
I am just a grass.
When I look up at you, you are the star in the sky.
But how can I let you see me?
When I am grass on the ground
When I fall in love with you, you are a cloud on the treetop.
But how can I make you hear me?
When you want to leave.
You are a free soul when I can't live without you.
But how to make me belong to you
When you embrace the happiness in the distance.
And I, I'm just grass on the ground. . Spread out. I am just a grass.
When I look up at you, you are the star in the sky.
But how can I let you see me?
When I am grass on the ground
When I fall in love with you, you are a cloud on the treetop.
But how can I make you hear me?
When you want to leave.
You are a free soul when I can't live without you.
But how to make me belong to you
When you embrace the happiness in the distance.
And I, I'm just grass on the ground.
grass
Green clothes are my belief.
Telling the hope of never leaving.
I'm looking for sunshine.
Sunshine, by my side
Flexible leaves are my strong point.
Full of the power of life
I need a persistent heart.
Heart, in my chest
I still have, I still have dreams.
From roots buried deep in the ground.
It evaporates in the blood and then floats away with the wind.
Who can say that I am a grass that can't move my feet?
My dedication is flying wings! bale
2. What are the modern poems describing grass?
A grass
Author: poet Zi Qiao
A grass is swaying on the Yuan Ye, looking at the dreamlike starry sky. With the gentle wind, it saw the fading moon. It sees the faint yellow light in the east. It's happy. It loves this rainbow-like dream. A grass is swaying on the Yuan Ye, watching the rainbow-like dawn. In the clear water, it saw the sunrise in Dongsheng, Ran Ran. It saw the clear golden light on the hillside. It's happy. It loves this dreamlike rainbow.
Grass author: unspeakable pain, bleak autumn wind, grass lowly bowed its head, withered body, did not have the courage to look up at the towering trees. She cried on this cold night, and her tears soaked the soil under her feet. Perhaps this is her best destination, burying her love and waiting for the notes of spring. She will be reborn in despair and witness eternity in reincarnation.
Grass Author: Wei Qing is like a grass. I bloom silently, fragrance silently and die silently. However, I will never be sad. Life gives me happiness, and I long for it to stay away from me. As long as the spring breeze blows across the earth and the spring rain moistens my heart, what is worth enduring in the world and what can't forget countless creatures? I know-they are actually as ordinary as me, and they don't need to be sad and noble. It's just a statement left by donnie darko. That is the wealth of your life.
Happy Grass Author: Long Yan I hope my life is as real, calm and pure as the grass on the earth. Every morning when I open my eyes in the morning breeze, I can smell the flowers and see the height of the trees. I will greet them with a smile and then twist my waist to exercise. I will wash my face with dew and wait for the sun to rub a blush for me and start a new life.
Grass Author: ZJK Snow You are the only lush grass, which drills in the gap of the corner stone pile. You threw your head, smiled tenaciously, and there was no sunshine. The cold wind blew away all the residual temperature, and the sparrow flew back to its nest without being called. You are watching the moonlight, and you are still thinking about that amazing scene for months. When I first saw you in the morning, you curled up quietly without a smile. This time you cried a bunch of dew, and you said you wanted the hottest soil. You said you wanted the clearest corner of a cup. I see what you mean.
Your last wish, I gently married you back to my heart. Flowers If you are the flower of friendship, it must be the sun rising in Ran Ran in my heart that shines on you. If you are an unbeaten flower, I will be purer than the spring water in Changbai Mountain. I will be an indomitable sail when the wind blows to you. When you wander, I will shelter you and show you the way. When the ice storm hits you, I am your umbrella, and I will try my best to bear all the pain for you. Even if your heart is lonely, I am willing to purify a little bee. Sing that happy song for you every day until my life.
3. Modern cursive poetry
Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight to the pool. Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
The cape collects the residual rain, and the sunset scatters in front of the building. Singing in the grass, lying drunk is sand, riding a horse like a play, calling the eagle vulgar. White-headed Soviet Union belongs to the country, only looking at cattle and sheep.
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Remember the green clothes and pity the grass everywhere.
The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
4. Modern poems about grass.
You are a star in the sky, but how can you see me? You are a free soul, but when you embrace your happiness and me in the distance, how can you let me belong to you? When I am the grass on the ground, when I fall in love with you, I am just the grass on the ground, and you are the cloud in the treetops. But how can I make you hear me? When you want to leave, when I can't live without you.
Grass-green clothes are my belief, telling me the hope of never leaving. I'm looking for sunshine. The flexible leaves around me are my strength, full of life. I need a persistent heart. I still have a dream in my chest. It evaporates in the blood and then floats away with the wind. Who can say that I am a grass that can't move my feet? My dedication is the wings of flying. When I look up at you, I am just a grass.
5. Write a modern poem praising the grass and rhyme a little.
Modern poetry
I am a weak grass,
It is my pride to meet a sandstorm in the desert!
I belong to mountains and grasslands,
Belong to the ends of the earth, the ends of the earth.
Only by embracing nature,
I can laugh all my life.
I am Baiyun's bosom friend and Dashan's shirt!
I am the companion of cattle and sheep, the love nest of goshawk!
Bend down and ask the big tree at the foot of the mountain.
Who says grass is not as tall as trees?
Ask Fang Qun who has the courage to stand on the top of the mountain?
Regardless of the wind and rain, the legendary swordsman!
People say that swaying grass falls with the wind,
But who can see that its foundation has not wavered?
Delicate flowers make the world obsessed with lingering,
Who likes unknown weeds?
My friends are all over the world,
It is a persistent hug to spring.
Even if life withers and is burned by wildfire,
I also want to return to Mother Earth with deep affection!
6. Modern cursive poetry
Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight to the pool.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late. The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain. Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? . Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The cape collects the residual rain, and the sunset scatters in front of the building.
Singing in the grass, lying drunk is sand, riding a horse like a play, calling the eagle vulgar. White-headed Soviet Union belongs to the country, only looking at cattle and sheep.
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
Remember the green clothes and pity the grass everywhere. The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky.
When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn. The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it. There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven. Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
7. Modern cursive poetry
I am just a grass. When I look up at you, you are the star in the sky. But how can I let you see me? When I am the grass on the ground, when I fall in love with you, you are the cloud on the treetop, but how can I make you hear me? When you leave, when I can't live without you, you are a free soul. But how can I belong to you? When you embrace your happiness in the distance, I am just grass on the ground.
Grass-green clothes are my belief, telling the hope of never leaving. I'm looking for sunshine. The flexible leaves around me are my strength, full of life. I need a persistent heart. In my chest, I still have a dream, which comes from the roots buried deep in the ground. It evaporates in the blood and then floats away with the wind. Who can say that I am a grass that can't move my feet? My dedication is the wings of flying.
8. Caoshi Caoshi
Poems describing grass:
1, Beishan loses its green color and rises to Hengchi, then cuts straight back to the pond. Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
This is a poem written by Wang Anshi after he met Su Shi in the seventh year of Yuanfeng (1084).
This year, Su Shi moved from his relegated Huangzhou to Ruzhou, passing through Jinling, and met Wang Anshi. At this time, Wang Anshi was idle at home, failed in political reform, and his beloved son died, so the emperor hated it, so he was very sad.
When he was prime minister, Su Shi, who was very lofty, seldom came to the door. Now Su Shi's visit makes him very moved. He greeted him personally, "riding a donkey in wild clothes and a boat coming to the door" (riding a donkey in casual clothes and visiting Su Shi's residence where the boat stopped). They traveled in Zhongshan together, recited poems and drank wine, and got along very happily. They talk about poetry and recite Buddha together, Wang An.
Wang Anshi also invited Su Shi to live in Jinling to make them neighbors. The meeting in Jinling gave Su Shi a better understanding of Anshi's character. Later, he praised everyone: "I don't know how many years have passed before such a figure exists."
2, the grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
Written by Gao Pian in Tang Dynasty. Edge, edge; Frontier. Spring is full, and spring ploughing is ready. This refers to the interest in spring outing. "The Wind and the Monk to the Mountain": "I am far away in the north, and I am happy when I come to Dongshan in spring." Admiralty, metal wine glasses. Over the mountain.
Poems of Yuefu, Songs of the Cross Wind and Mulan Poem I: "Wan Li goes to Rongji, and the mountains are flying." Gao Pian was a frontier fortress general in the late Tang Dynasty. Although this poem literally describes the scenery on the grassland, his poems can feel depression and sadness, and there is no fighting spirit and lofty sentiments to lead troops to kill the enemy. As a frontier fortress commander's poem, the style of frontier fortress poems in the late Tang Dynasty can be seen naturally.
3. Yinshan Chilechuan. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind and grass are moving to see cattle and sheep.
This ancient folk song "Chilechuan, Under the Yinshan Mountain" tells the geographical location of Chilechuan. Yinshan Mountain is a mountain stretching beyond the Great Wall, and the grassland is embedded in Yinshan Mountain, giving people a magnificent impression. "The sky is like a vault, the cage looks around, and the dome felt covers the whole grassland.
"The sky is wild", the sky is blue and the grassland is boundless. Poets' descriptions are all from a macro perspective, making a general static sketch without any specific description, which makes people feel very empty. But after reading the last sentence-"the wind blows, but you can't see cattle and sheep", the realm will be the hometown of herders. Because the pasture is too fertile, all the cattle and sheep are hidden in a ball, flickering and everywhere.
Thus, from static to dynamic, from pale appearance, the whole grassland is full of vitality, and even the vault-like sky is colored for it. So people call this last sentence "wind", which is the initiative of "blowing", "low" and "good" for appreciation.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
Wang Wei's farewell in the mountains in Tang Dynasty.
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset.
Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?
Explanation:
After seeing you off on the mountain,
As the sun sets, I close Chai Fei.
When the grass in spring turns green again next year,
Wanderer, can you come back?
5. I am alone in the grass, and there are deep trees on the grass. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
From the Tang Dynasty poet Wei's Looking at Chuzhou Xixi.
I only love the weeds that grow quietly by the river, and the orioles make attractive calls in the depths of the shade. Because of the spring rain in the evening, the river flows more rapidly like the tide; In the twilight wilderness ferry, no one crossed the river, only the boat floated alone by the river.
9. Poems or poems describing grass
Supplementary upstairs answer:
18, moss stone is clean and fine grass is soft.
Wei's Three Poems
19, the grass is short and the flowers are dismantled first, and the moss is green and yellow.
Short: short. Remove: open.
Early Spring in the Garden by Liu Tang Zhong Yong
20. The weeds are fragrant and fragrant, and the gossamer stirs the fields.
Hairspring: The filaments spit out by insects are called hairsprings because they float in the air.
Tang Yu-Liu's Spring Book is a 22-year-old bastard for Dong Luobai.
2 1, the vegetation is lush, the green grass is blooming, and the beautiful trees are lush and pleasant.
Green tapir: dark green. Onion cage: prosperity.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound
22, leaning against the fence, Yichuan tobacco is as flat as scissors.
Yichuan: It's all over the floor.
Song Xieyi's Dead Hua Lian
Yan Song is not broken, and the horses are green.
Remember the blue silk dress and pity the grass everywhere.
The grass turns green again in spring, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches, and the grass in the sea is growing.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
The warm wind blows the wheat fragrance on a sunny day, and the green grass wins the flowers.
The rain on the wall hangs down the fine grass, and the wind on the water belongs to the settlement flowers.
Grass can't repay the kindness of warm sun.
Under the boundless sky and on the vast plains, you can see cattle and sheep.
Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can be without horseshoes.
The grass is green and the water is near, and the head is white.
Is this enough? Ha ha.
Happy National Day!
10. Modern cursive poetry
A Grass Author: Poet Zi Qiao A grass swayed on the Yuan Ye and looked at the dreamlike starry sky. With the gentle wind, it saw the disappearing moon. It saw the faint yellow in the east. It's very happy. It likes rainbow dreams. A grass is swaying on the Yuan Ye, watching the rainbow-like dawn. In the clear water, it saw the sunrise in Dongsheng, Ran Ran. It saw the clear golden light on the mountainside. It's very happy. It likes fantastic rainbows.
Grass author: unspeakable pain, bleak autumn wind, humble grass bowed its head, withered body no longer have the courage to look up at the towering trees. She cried on this cold night, and her tears soaked the soil under her feet. Maybe this is her best destination. Bury her love and wait for the notes of spring. She will be reborn in despair and witness the eternal grass in reincarnation. Author: Wei Qing is like a grass. I bloom silently, fragrance silently and die silently. However, I will never be sad. Life gives me happiness. I yearn for the distance. As long as the spring breeze blows all over the earth and the spring rain moistens my heart, what is worth enduring? What countless creatures are there in the world that cannot be forgotten? I know that they are actually as ordinary as me, and they don't need to be sad and noble. It's just a statement left after the illusion of death. That is the precious and happy grass in your life. Author: Long Yan, I hope my life is as real as the grass on the earth. Calm and pure Every morning when I open my eyes in the morning breeze, I will smell the flowers and see the height of the trees. I will greet them with a smile and then twist my waist to exercise. I will wash my face with dew, wait for the sun to blush on me and start a new page in my life. Grass Author: ZJK Snow, you are the only fragrant grass, which is drilled from the gap of the stone pile in the corner of a building. You threw your head, smiled tenaciously, and there was no sunshine.
The cold wind blew away all the residual temperature, and the sparrow flew back to its nest without being called. You are watching the moonlight, and you are still thinking about that amazing scene for months.
When I first saw you in the morning, you curled up quietly without a smile. This time you cried a bunch of dew, and you said you wanted the hottest soil.
You said you wanted the clearest corner of a cup. I see what you mean. Your last wish, I gently married you back to my heart.
Flowers If you are the flower of friendship, it must be the sun rising in Ran Ran in my heart that shines on you. If you are an unbeaten flower, I will be purer than the spring water in Changbai Mountain.
I will be an indomitable sail when the wind blows to you. When you wander, I will shelter you and show you the way. When the ice storm hits you, I am your umbrella, and I will try my best to bear all the pain for you.
Even if your heart is lonely, I am willing to purify a little bee. Sing that happy song for you every day until my life.