Modern natural poetry 1. Modern poetry describing nature
Modern poetry describing nature
1, spring-a saint of nature
The geese headed for the north, bringing drizzle, awakening the grass that had been sleeping for four months, and catkins were flying all over the sky with their mouths open and smiling. Cuckoo calls cows everywhere, runs underground and gives birth to small life. People's beloved baby was born in the warm spring breeze. The sun shines on rivers, mountains, rivers, rivers and rivers, laughing and competing for fish to jump into farmers' hearts.
2. Listen, the sound of autumn
Listen, the sound of autumn, the tree shaking its arm, "brush", is the sound of yellow leaves. Listen, the sound of autumn, crickets flapping their wings, is the rhyme to bid farewell to the balcony. Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds and scatter warm reminders; An autumn wind swept across the field, bringing a harvest song. Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this vast concert hall, and you can hear the sound of autumn. The sound of autumn, in every leaf, in every flower, in every drop of water, in every unfolded grain. Listen, the sound of autumn comes from a distance in a hurry, rushing to towards the distant. Listen, we hear Qiu's voice.
3. "Hospitality is more than nature"
Magpie is calling my friends butterflies for me. I can't spend them. Mountain shadows are thriving and soaring into the sky, pine trees are carrying the wind to open their hearts, and mountain flowers are competing to show smiling faces. The birds are singing, and the stream outside the valley is coming here. Haha, advise me to drink and show my love. Only the calf loves to kiss my hand and smile at most.
4. Nature Paradise
Nature's paradise is just around the corner. Nature puts wonderful balloons in the sky. Nature is always changing. It is conceiving a scam, a song and a feast. Nature's tricks are vividly in the hands of nature. I am a stick insect. I change my mood and color according to the environment, but I can't escape its established rules. I sleep in my own body. Mu Feng bathed in the rain. Enjoying the thunder, nature has been changing its face in front of me. Its speed died in an instant of my surprise. Everything is crooked and imaginary, and I can't find the lost firefly. I'm cold and hot now. In the eyes of nature, I am just a green leaf. Last year, I didn't know when the yellowing would disappear, but I hugged my roots, hugged a wisp of nature, breathed the breath of nature, and put me in the bamboo basket of fate, sometimes put me back in the ocean of hope, sometimes rubbed me into the moon, sometimes rubbed me under the care of nature, and I was silent. Facing the face of nature, I hid my fear and numbness under my skin, and the flowers and leaves in my pores were in the wind.
5. Golden autumn
The garden smells of red fruit. The tall rice piles on the farmers' threshing floor pull a net full of laughter. The cold clothes warmed the soldier's heart. Outside the sunset in the sky, pick up thin stone pieces and throw them on the surface of reeds. No matter how deep it is. Here, I watch a row of geese carrying golden autumn.
2. Ancient poems, essays and modern poems describing nature.
1, Spring Thoughts by Tang Libai
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. Finally, you want to go home,
Now when my heart is about to break. Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtain beside my bed? ?
2, "Spring Hope" Tang Du Fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
3, "Zuogong Night Tour" Tang Du Fu
The low wall on the left side of the temple blocks the flowers. It is twilight, nightingale and a group of birds are singing. In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight.
I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott. I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night.
4, "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
5, "Acacia" Tang
Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.
6, "Chunxiao" Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
7, "Spring Thoughts" Tang Huangfu Ran
Ying Ge predicted the New Year, and Ma Yilongdui was a thousand miles away. I live next to the Han Palace Garden in Jingshi, and my heart flies to the lake with the bright moon.
Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single. Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?
8. "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi
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.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. Ah, my friend's prince, it's sad that you left again.
9. "Poetry of Spring" Yuxi, Liu Tang
It's a good day to make up the new Red Mansion and have a deep garden. Go to the court and look up at the new flowers. Dragonflies fly to the head of Hosta.
10, "Liu Yong" Tanghe Zhangzhi
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
1 1, the night view of binjiang song sushi.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
12, "Dengguazhou" Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains. The spring breeze came to Jiang Nanan again. When will the bright moon shine on me?
13, "Presenting Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" by Tang Hanyu
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.
14 "Yulouchun" Qi
Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
15, "Jiang nanchun quatrains" Tang Du Mu
Thousands of miles of Ti Ying green reflects the great river, and Shuizhaishan fruit wine flags the wind. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
16, "Early Spring Expedition to Luo Zhong to Send Friends Off" Song Ouyang Xiu.
Chu is a thousand miles away, why should pedestrians take credit? Fang spread the geese while waiting for the noise in the pavilion.
In spring, grass enters the river and flowers bloom on the water. A bottle of wine from the east wind makes you homesick for the New Year.
17, "Jade House Spring" by Song Xin Qi Ji.
Before the wind blows, I want to persuade Spring to stay. Spring is on Cao Fang Road in the south of the city. Flowers that don't flow with the water are made into floating mud.
The stars are wrong, and people in spring are not conceited. Dreaming that people are far away from many troubles, only in the pear flower storm.
18, "Spring Day" Song Zhuxi
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
19, Spring Tour in Qiantang Tang Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
20. "Jueju" Song Yinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge. The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
2 1, the garden is worthless, the leaves are loose and the Weng is few.
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
3. Modern poems about nature
rivulet
Like a naughty child
Feel relaxed
Congdashan
Jump on outflow
Look for it from time to time
Fall into fantasy
It must be beautiful outside the mountain.
Naughty touch
Every stone around you
Set a barrier to the road occasionally.
A kiss.
Out of the mountain
Singing all the way
I didn't expect it to be more prosperous.
The worse it gets.
the outer world
pollute
nature
The sky-as a new house
Earth-as a new bed
The majestic and beautiful Mount Everest.
-That's the burly groom.
The winding Yangtze River
-A laid-back bride.
White clouds-long skirts swaying
Rosy clouds-shirts swaying gently
Spring breeze-surging emotion
Manna mixing disorder
The bright moon is a jade face.
The twinkling stars are clear eyes.
Liu Chi's soft stripes are long hair.
The peaks of the snowy mountains are plump breasts.
The breeze is like waves ―― this is the long rhyme of bamboo flute.
The spring tinkled ― it was the sound of the harp and the harp.
Peach blossom-arousing tenderness
Meilei-Jemimang
…….
The magical nature
Contain infinite mysteries
wide sky
Cultivate good associations
4. Modern poems describing nature
Dream of having the romance of nature
Text/thread thinking
Romance in nature is always impulsive.
The rain in May is equally passionate.
Into the embrace of the earth
Wash away everything in your heart.
The falling petals are the epitome of spring.
Young fruit is the beginning of summer.
The wind and clouds are surging, lingering with the change of seasons.
Lightning and thunder gallop in the embrace of the universe.
These are all natural romances.
Impulse and passion make people want to stay.
Reminiscent of people's gains
This is the freshness after the rain
We live in the embrace of nature.
How many dreams make the brain swell
Young and eternal
It is a symbol of life and a course of life.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are flourishing.
Flowers, snow, moon, blue sky and white clouds
Mountains and rivers thunder and lightning.
……
It's the romantic city of nature.
We dream of having
Let the rain in May soak your whole body.
With a fiery heart, through the last rain in spring.
Passion turns into steam.
Romantic and natural
Tell feelings
[Original]] Return to Nature
[watermark] [color = # 000080] text [/color] "Go to nature"
There are countless bright rhythms floating in the sky.
follow conventionality
The passage of time is sometimes like a song
When you're thinking here,
Happy times are like memories.
Stay away.
I won't miss you.
But I long for your love and comfort.
When nature is full of vitality
It's hard to describe my love.
Like yesterday's sunshine, today is like you at this time.
Keep me.
It must be summer.
A wonderful story matures in the rainy season.
Greet you like a spring breeze man
Surround you with a forgotten and locked heart
Say meet again after a long separation
Enough to make you cry.
Like an ancient road full of weather.
There is only one voice echoing.
Endless green connects Yan Yan's miles.
Will not stop.
Green is graceful, and red is delicate and charming.
It is grace that holds it up.
It's cold, it's fierce, it's lonely practice.
It is the pride of the strugglers.
Your warm world
Belongs to a brave man and an innocent girl.
Winter and wisdom
A cheerful bird belongs to a flowing stream.
The hot sun and the coast
Belongs to the pictographic olive tree
belong to me
And my favorite jungle.
When there are butterflies dancing on the green Yuan Ye.
Just like when you were a kid.
When the night lies quietly by the river.
Wandering like a dream
I'm looking for a long detour
When the fields of dawn
Someone walked in front of the bright spring.
When the wind blows over and over again
To help the silent wilderness
What arm do you touch this with?
Warm and elegant
I walked out of the years.
Follow the rut to the sunny hillside
run quickly
Expect swamp
Keep moving
That open heart is in the drizzle.
Show a charming vastness
The majestic mountains are under beautiful scenery.
Come with me.
A clenched hand with rough arms.
Wave the sun!
Jing Fang.
5. What are the modern poems describing nature?
Country Music: Xu Zhimo
The boat floated slowly in the shade of weeping willows-
A cool breeze in early autumn,
Blow up the velvet on the water,
The voice of the rural areas on both sides of the strait is blowing.
I was resting alone in the window of the boat,
Looking at the waves of the river,
Listen to the sounds in the distance,-
Once again, it is a tacit understanding with childhood scenes!
This is the call of a crisp child.
There are many jobs on the farm.
Dogs barking and chickens crowing by the bamboo fence:
But this unprovoked sadness and sadness!
White clouds are flying in the blue sky;
I want to put the annoying age,
I want to put hate love,
Entrust and infinite emptiness ―― disappearance;
Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence:
Like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley,
Like a bald-headed milk magpie in the breeze,
Like grass flowers in Chi Pan, they are natural and vivid.
Shu ting in early spring
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
Autumn flute
The garden smells of red fruit.
On the farmers' threshing floor, tall rice piles were piled into pieces.
Pull a net full of laughter and open the fishermen's faces.
Cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers.
After sunset, pick up thin stone tablets.
Throw it on the reed surface.
No matter how deep it is, it is very shallow here.
Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn.
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Listen, Qiu's voice
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
The tree shook its arm,
Brush,
This is the voice of yellow leaves.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Crickets flap their wings,
"**",
Saying goodbye to the balcony rhymes.
Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds,
Sprinkle a warm reminder;
A gust of autumn wind swept across the field,
Send a harvest song.
Listen,
Walking into autumn,
Walking into this huge concert hall,
Hello, listen to Qiu's voice.
The sound of autumn,
In every leaf,
In every flower,
In every drop of water,
In every unfolded grain.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Come in a hurry from afar,
Walk away in a hurry.
Listen,
We heard the sound of autumn.
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6. Modern poems describing nature
Listen, the voice of nature.
Listen, the voice of nature.
Listen, the voice of nature.
The moonlight kissed the calm lake.
Listen, the voice of nature.
This is a breezy deep forest.
Close your eyes and listen.
Feel the silence and warmth of this moment.
Birds are singing happily.
Flowers are quietly blooming.
Did you hear that?
Grass is sprouting and new life is growing.
Did you hear that?
Meteors are falling, and beautiful moments are flashing.
Listen, the sound of nature is beautiful!
But cry, poor thing.
You will never hear the voice of nature again.
The hustle and bustle of the city replaced the tenderness of the Moon Lake.
The feast drove away birds and flowers.
High-rise buildings have replaced dense oceans.
Terrible is
This nightmare continues.
Maybe, years later.
When the countryside is covered by cities,
Then the natural sound will be just a memory.
I'm afraid that one day
When my son asked me what bird was singing.
I'll be at a loss ...
Dream of having the romance of nature
Text/thread thinking
Romance in nature is always impulsive.
The rain in May is equally wonderful.
Into the embrace of the earth
Wash away everything in your heart.
The falling petals are the epitome of spring.
Young fruit is the beginning of summer.
The wind and clouds are surging, lingering with the change of seasons.
Lightning and thunder gallop in the embrace of the universe.
These are all natural romances.
Impulse-love makes people want to stay.
Reminiscent of people's gains
This is the freshness after the rain
We live in the embrace of nature.
How many dreams make the brain swell
Young and eternal
It is a symbol of life and a course of life.
Spring, summer, autumn and winter are flourishing.
Flowers, snow, moon, blue sky and white clouds
Mountains and rivers thunder and lightning.
……
It's the romantic city of nature.
We dream of having
Let the rain in May soak your whole body.
With a fiery heart, through the last rain in spring.
Into a steam full of excitement.
Romantic and natural
Tell feelings
7. Modern poetry about nature
Dreaming about nature/thinking about the romance of nature is always impulsive. The rain in May, with the same passion, poured into the embrace of the earth and washed the hearts of all things. The falling petals are the epitome of spring. The young fruit is in early summer, and the four seasons are lingering. Lightning, thunder and lightning rush in the arms of the universe. These are all romantic impulses of nature, and passion makes people nostalgic. The crops are fresh after the rain. How many dreams we live in the embrace of nature make our brains swell, and youth and eternity are the symbols of life and life. The course of spring, summer, autumn and winter is full of leaves, wind, flowers, snow, blue sky, white clouds, mountains, rivers, lightning and thunder ... all these are the romantic city of nature. We dream of just letting the rain in May soak the whole body and boiling it with a fiery heart. The last rain in this spring will be a stream of water vapor with passion and romantic feelings [original]] to nature [watermark ][color=#000080] Text [/color] "to nature" The sky is lightly floating with countless rhythms in bright colors, and the passage of time is sometimes like a song. When you think of the happy time here, you seem to have left your memory in a distant place. I won't miss you, but I am keen on your happy feeling. When nature is full of vitality, my love is beyond words. Just like the sunshine yesterday, if you leave me here, it will be a wonderful summer story. When the rainy season is like spring breeze, you will be greeted by a forgotten heart. Staring around you for a long time after a long separation is enough to make your tears shine like countless weather. Only one voice echoes endless green, which connects Yan Yan's miles. It is green and graceful, and red is exquisite and elegant. Raising it is cold, harsh and lonely. It is the pride of the strugglers. Your warm world belongs to brave men, naive girls and winter and wisdom belong to cheerful streams, birds and scorching sun and olive trees along the coast belong to me. And I love the jungle, when there are butterflies dancing like children on the green Yuan Ye, when you are lying quietly by the river in the dark night, I wander dreamily, looking for a long path to bend, when someone walks in the field at dawn before the bright spring, when the wind is rubbing against the silent wilderness over and over again, what kind of arms do you use to caress this warm and elegant wilderness? I walked out of the loss of time, ran along the rut to the sunny hillside, and constantly advanced to an open mind, showing the charming vastness and majestic mountains in the drizzle and dusk drizzle. Jing Fang.
8. Modern poems describing natural scenery
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
autumn
He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Autumn-Haizi
Our bones are lying on the ground
Write on the beach: youth. Then go on with your old father.
After a long time, the direction was interrupted.
Animal-like fears fill our poems.
Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time?
Cover up our bones lying on the ground—
Autumn is coming.
Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.
1987.8
On the streets in autumn
I can't find the rain lane.
No chance to see lilacs.
A girl with an oil-paper umbrella
On the bank of willow trees
Nowhere to find traces of spring.
A bustling metropolis
Only the whistle came to my ears.
You will never hear the songs of birds and insects, including Qiu Chan.