Landscape Poetry 1 Lotus
Full of clear pools,
That is the charming figure of lotus.
Someone mentioned the water droplets,
This is a lonely symphony.
In the purple flower account,
Cover up a
A childish and changeable heart,
A false and complicated heart,
Helpless and flustered heart,
It's a lotus nut buried in a lotus flower.
A childhood person,
Silver that has seen water drops,
Seen the golden color of the sun,
The miracle of this heart.
People don't know,
She was silent afterwards,
Such a mood,
This kind of scenery.
Full of clear pools,
This is the echo of the lotus panic.
Since childhood,
Fable later scenery.
Landscape poem 2 "Summer Sunset"
On a summer night,
The sun is always shining.
The most beautiful light,
Hang this lamp on the horizon,
then
Gradually subside; weaken
The sunset glow dyed the sky red,
Send the birds back to the treetops.
It turns clouds into new clothes,
Let the children's faces be full of smiles,
Quietly waiting for night arrival.
It's always colorful.
You can't find it in a watercolor pen,
Its light is always soft.
When we appreciate it,
Not as dazzling as the sun,
Look at it, it's like a painting.
The sky illuminated by the sunset glow
Like children's paintings,
Very simple
Very casual
freedom
Sunset brings joy to everyone.
It shines on everyone's heart,
fast
It gradually disappeared,
to the bitter end
Without a little light,
Beauty is only a moment,
But the happiness it brings
Stay in people's hearts,
tomorrow
I will definitely come again!
Landscape poem 3 "Through Winter"
Timely rainfall
I went through my winter.
This is my unique winter.
I won't talk about it.
But I don't expect spring.
Like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes.
Look blankly at a tree
Branches on the tree
In decline
A pile of firewood on the ground
The higher the cardinality.
Above the old man's forehead
The winter sun shines on him.
The pace of winter is accelerating.
The winter I have experienced
It is such a winter.
I won't talk about it.
That's the truth.
No one can change it.
Nobody can hide it.
Like a bird without a name
Air-dried skeleton
Hanging between the trunk and the fork
Laugh at your eyes
You can feel it
The speed of whistling past
Smash a corpse to pieces
Landscape poem 4 "The Color of Winter"
It's a bit chilly in the late autumn night, so I look out through the curtains.
It's so quiet to see Bai Yueguang outside.
A sudden gust of wind
Blow open the curtains and come at me head-on. I have no time to dodge.
Embraced by her.
No, because of the hug.
Makes me feel warm.
The trembling body tells itself that winter is coming.
I curled up in bed and looked at the ceiling.
Quietly ask yourself
What color will it be this winter?
Landscape poem 5 "Winter Night"
Snowflakes are falling gently outside the window.
The bell of vespers rang for a long time.
The house is ready.
The table is full of rich banquets.
Only a few vagrants.
From the dark road to the gate
The tree of grace shines with golden light.
Suck the cold dew of the earth
The wanderer came in quietly.
Pain turned the threshold into stone.
In the clear and dazzling light
There is bread and wine on the table.
Landscape poem 6 "Let it be cold in winter"
Walking through the sweet-scented osmanthus night in August, I entered another bright moon.
I'm careful.
Can't bear to wake up the sleeping autumn.
Afraid of you, wake up
Take away my red leaves and fruits, wrinkles on my forehead
It is the mark of winter wind, sword and frost.
The road through the mountains at sunset in September, the altitude here has nothing to do with height.
I am just a wild horse entering the forest from the grassland, and the speed is the speed of an eagle.
I am carefree.
In the afterglow of the sunset
Vegetation rustling under a clear sky.
I want to bury the residual temperature in midsummer, so let it be cold in winter.
Landscape poem 7 "Winter Sunshine"
The sunshine in winter is bright and soft, like a smile on the old man's face, which warms the desolation in the season.
Cold wind, crisp, bleak
What is shocking is that the string of the heart
Yellow days, complex and ordinary, fall into poor memories one by one.
Gorgeous time, already in.
Over the years, I have grown old.
Only, mottled scars
When it was hidden, it stung the forbearing chest.
The heart is like a deeply buried grass root.
Chewing lonely fragments.
Satisfy the desire in life with sunshine.
If you are lonely, suck.
Leng Yan, proudly to Mei.
Brilliantly open, full of thin poetic rhyme, lit the dying sun.
In the distance, in the staggered eyes.
A hot song is slowly flowing from the stretched eyebrows …
Landscape poems on summer nights
Author: Wu
The moon has not appeared yet.
Lotus in the pond is busy playing lanterns.
The frog is tired and thinks under the lotus leaf.
Young fish.
Disturb the tranquility of summer nights
The cricket rang.
Fireflies fly high and far.
Sitting on the ridge next to my sister.
The girl is a little worried.
Late at night, my father went home
Ziwei is red, Ziwei is bright.
Hold it in your hand.
Can stones still hurt the road?
Landscape Poetry 9 Summer Night
Author: Also called speechless
Fade away the heat of the day
Take off your mask on a summer night.
time flies
In the deep pool of meditation
Black and shiny eyes
Like a thorn in the chest.
Irrelevant jealousy
This is a memory that has been dried by years.
Blood in the veins
A little cooling.
What do you want to say?
But it was condensed by frost.
A summer night when the temperature suddenly cools.
Imprisoned in a dark building
Fade out of prosperity
Is the essence of night.
Summer night
In front of my eyes
erect
Dream posture
night
Maybe it can shorten the distance of dreams.
Shiny breath
Maybe it can spread in the night wind.
On the night when black flowers are in full bloom.
Carry a heavy package on your back
Between reality and dreams
Standing still
Stubborn night
Squeeze into the door of dawn.
Stubborn dream
Take a deep breath in the gap of the night
Landscape Poetry 10 "Snowflakes Fluttering"
Snowflakes were flying, and some of them landed on the waist of the tree.
Listen to two left-behind swallows, whispering and hugging in the branches.
Snowflakes were falling, and several pieces floated to the ancient temple on the mountain.
There are monks and laymen who knock on wooden fish.
Snowflakes are fluttering, and there are several wandering wilderness corners.
Sew double quilts on rocks and weeds and aim at chrysanthemums.
Snowflakes were fluttering, and some of them went south by boat.
Shepherds, farmers, poor people, find a home and get a cat for the winter.
Snowflakes are flying, and some pieces fall on the tips of mother's hair.
White roofs, fences and bridges, wrinkled smiles.
Snowflakes are fluttering, and thousands of flowers are floating in the air.
Two rows of red fujis run in the direction of the sun.
Landscape poem 1 1 snowflake
I haven't had time to pick you up.
Gently put it in the page,
You've been dying silently.
Buried in wet soil, long time no see.
That winter sunshine spread warmth all over the floor.
But how can I give up and give you a thank you.
Bend down, try to pick up the last crystal,
What I got was a strange idea.
In the mild sunshine, the snow has melted. Like this, quiet.
Landscape Poetry 12 Sky
Author: Wu
The leaves turned to the back.
Secretly surprised
Look at age spots and protruding tendons.
After the heat, autumn will begin.
The wind said that the pace of time could not stop.
There is a slight cough.
Asthma will happen again this season.
Grandma around the corner
I looked at the sky before I came in.
talk to oneself
As if to alleviate
Inner depression and sadness
Landscape Poetry 13 Wind on the Pass
Author: Gao Yuanfeng, Guizhou
When I passed by, floods and weeds were spreading.
March is a broken wound.
Gorgeous and eulogize
Shorter and shorter
More and more weak
Some news was buried in the soil.
The deep Sanskrit voice washes away lies and hypocrisy.
Weathered stones stand at the crossroads.
Look at the clutch.
It was windy last night. Are you here?
Landscape Poetry 14 "Love Snow"
Free and unrestrained is the freedom I pursue.
Dance is the beauty I expect.
Love is your whiteness, and whiteness is your innocence.
Innocence is your eternal smiling face, and smiling face is my treasured certificate.
When a gust of wind blows over your face, you can see the love of time.
Eternity in an instant, beauty in the fog.
Like a pair of amber wings, dreams will swing.
The morning light stirs your hair like a pair of lovers' eyes.
It's the sound of nature, the flute in wonderland,
Virgin skin reflects your sad mood.