A poem praising poplars 1. A poem praising poplars.
Praise of poplar
Mao dun
Poplar is really extraordinary, I praise poplar!
The car is driving on the endless plateau, and what jumps into your field of vision is a large yellow-green carpet. Yellow is soil, uncultivated wasteland, and the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; What about green? It is the result of human labor defeating nature, and it is a wheat field. The breeze blew and set off a green wave. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if you are not reminded by the distant peaks side by side (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, the feelings that come to your mind may be "majestic", "great" and so on; At the same time, however, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the "grandeur" or "greatness" of the moment, but another smell lurks in your mind-"monotony". Yeah, right? A little monotonous, isn't it?
However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row of trees far ahead-no, or just three or five, one standing proudly like a sentry, what would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise.
That is poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is really an extraordinary tree.
It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificially added, and there are no side branches within ten feet. Its branches are all upward, and they are close together, like a pile of man-made, and will never be separated from each other. Its broad leaves are also upward piece by piece, and there is almost no slanting, let alone hanging down. Its skin is smooth, silvery and slightly blue. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north. Even if it is only as thick as a bowl mouth, it strives to develop upwards, reaching a height of two feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.
This is poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it is by no means an ordinary tree.
It has no swaying posture, no curved branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "dancing" or "leaning out", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in gentleness, not to mention its tenacity and straightness. She is a good husband in the tree. When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting and see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat ground, do you just think it is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least symbolizing the farmers in the north? Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly like this poplar in the vast land behind enemy lines, guarding their hometown? Don't you think that a little farther away, the poplar trees with dense branches and leaves are now a symbol of the spirit and will to freely write the history of new China in the North China Plain today?
Poplar is an extraordinary tree, which is very common in the northwest and is not valued, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise the poplar, because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the simple, strong and progressive spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today.
Let those who look down on the people, despise the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (which is also beautiful) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar. I want to praise the poplar loudly.
2. Write ancient poems about poplars
The poem describing "Poplar" is as follows
1. Three poplars are behind, just under the white door. Yanwu is long, and Hanshui gnaws ancient roots. "Jinling Baixia Pavilion Farewell" Time: Tang Author: Li Bai
2. Poplar trees hanging on the river head are all folded into horse strategies. Poetic and picturesque, rhyme with him and return to the next time. Year: Song Author: Li
3. Love follows stories, and language laughs with new voices. Unique weeping willows hurt the sunset. Year of Zhi: Tang Author: Li Duan
Spring breeze will not warm poplars, but it will blow away dark clouds. Taicheng Road/Year: Song Author: zhangyan
5. Wheat seedlings keep rising in the wind, and poplars hang smoke in the rain. The New Interest of Huaishui Year: Song Author: Huang Tingjian
6. One-way Canglang Pavilion Outer Road, flowing to Gan Lan, hanging poplars. "Liang Zhu Alone Came to Canglang Pavilion Outer Road" Time: Modern Author: Wang Guowei
7. Poplar trees are hung on the east bank of Wanxi, and it is easy to see the eyebrows. "Quarrying Stone to Stop Rain and Send Two Poems to the Old Friends of Xuancheng" Time: Song Author:
3. Poems praising poplars
Yang Liuzhi ci
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Bai Juyi
The spring breeze swayed the willow branches in the wind, and the tender buds gave off a light yellow softer than silk.
Always in the west corner of Fengfang, never a day, whose willow is this?
Explanation:
The spring breeze blows, and countless willow branches dance with the wind.
The spring breeze is warm, and the willow branches show thin leaves and tender buds, which look pale yellow; Slender willow branches, floating in the wind, are softer than silk thread.
Yang Liuzhi
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wen
Royal willows are like silk, and phoenix windows embroider hibiscus.
There are thousands of roads beside Jingyang Building, and a new makeup is waiting for Xiaofeng.
Explanation:
This word is written about the willow color of the palace as new makeup.
The sentence "Imperial willow is like silk" writes a broad picture of spring willow, and the sentence "Phoenix reflects the window" paints a magnificent palace. The sentence "Beside Jingyang Building" opens the scene again: "New makeup" compares willow branches to spring scenery and dances with the wind, just like a beautiful maid-in-waiting with new makeup. Just four words, open and close.
4. What are the poems describing poplars?
Leave a farewell at Jinling Baixia Pavilion.
Year: Tang Author: Li Bai
There are three poplars in the post, just as the door is white.
Yanwu is long, and Hanshui gnaws ancient roots.
Always see me off, look back and smile.
If you see it later, climb over and find Yu Yi.
Go to Li Guinian
Year: Tang Author: Li Duan
Young master Han, Baishi entered Qin Cheng.
Only know Chinese characters, know more about the names of old songs.
Love follows the story, and laughter follows the new sound.
Unique weeping willows hurt the sunset.
Crossing the Huaihe River with great interest
Year: Song Author: Huang Tingjian
Chen Jing nowhere to frown, Huaibin happy to know yourself.
Wheat seedlings rise in the wind and poplars hang in the rain.
Therefore, Lin Guiji is dying, and long-distance guests are tired of leaving.
As the sun sets, apples are picked in the south of the Yangtze River, and Long Yun's Dongting Poems.
5. Praise the ancient poems of poplars
Harmony songs. song
Tang Jiao has escaped.
If the ancients don't die, why should I be sad? On the misty rain nine plains,
Who was buried for nothing? The same dust, the same finger.
Life is like this. What's the difference between floating clouds and running water?
A short song, a short song that will fall forever. Ye Gongliang Garden is very famous.
Spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings. Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death.
Guyi
Don. Changjian
There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road. Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars.
Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together. Prosperity and security can continue and return to protect chastity.
6. Poems praising poplars
Contradictions in Poplar Praise
Poplar is really unusual, I praise poplar!
When the car is driving on the endless plateau, a large yellow-green carpet jumps into your field of vision; Yellow, that is soil, virgin land, the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces millions of years ago; Green is the result of human labor defeating nature. It was a wheat field, and when the wind blew, a green wave turned up. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if the peaks of distant mountains remind you (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, your feelings may be adjectives such as "magnificent" or "great", but at the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. Yeah, it's a little monotonous, isn't it?
However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row in front of you,-no, even just three or five plants, one or two plants, standing proudly like a sentry, how would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise at that time!
That's poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it's really not an ordinary tree!
It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificial, and there are no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, and they are close together, like man-made, forming a bundle, and there is no possibility of escaping sideways; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth and silvery, with a slight blue color. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north! Even if it is only as thick as the bowl mouth, it will strive to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.
This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!
It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "running sideways", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention tenacity and honest and frank. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting, you see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land. Do you think a tree is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least it symbolizes the farmers in the north; Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly guarding their hometown like this poplar tree in the vast land behind enemy lines? Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain?
Poplar is not an ordinary tree. It is common and neglected in the northwest, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise the poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the indispensable simplicity, strength and enterprising spirit in our national liberation struggle today.
Let those who look down on the people, look down on the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (which is also straightforward) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar, but I will praise the poplar loudly!
7. Poems praising "Poplar" or "Yang surname"
Poem of the year old: Qing Author: Song of the Disabled in wuchang city, facing the flowers flying on his face.
In March, the spring water was too old, and the people of the Six Dynasties went silent. Everyone came to argue about who I ordered to be thin and blew the neighbor's son Xu.
I live at the end of the world and can't bear to see the canal. Dongmen Yang era: Pre-Qin Author: "The Book of Songs" Dongmen Yang, whose leaves are long and the stars are brilliant.
Dongmen Poplar, with lobar lung, fainted for a while, Xingming [1]. Year of Water Rhyme Ci: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Ci is like a flower, but not like a flower, and no one repents and teaches himself.
Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. My heart hurts, my eyes are sleepy, and I want to open and close.
Dreams follow the wind in Wan Li, seeking lang and chasing warblers. I don't hate this flower flying away. I hate the West Garden, which is difficult to compose.
Where are the traces of falling flowers after the rain in the morning? Drift into the pool and become a pool of duckweed. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear. Five gentlemen live at the foot of a lonely mountain and smoke at night.
Yuanmen is horizontal and green, and the garden is surrounded by weeping willows. Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yun, Xiping, Chichunchi, is deep and wide, and he will return alone.
Lush green leaves close and weeping willows sweep away. On a sunny day, Shang Liu boarded the Suoguo Temple, and everyone was watching their home in the spring breeze.
Jiao Ran's play shows that the monks in Xue Yishan have made further progress. Where to sell Xing Jun, poplars in the spring breeze.
Juck Zhang's sentence "It's cold in the forest, orange in the evening, weeping in the wind" Yang Liu Yuxi's miscellaneous songs. In Yang Liuzhi Jingu Garden, orioles are flying and bronze camels are flying in the wind. In the east of the city, peaches and plums are exhausted in an instant, and a hundred schools of thought contend like weeping willows. Yang Liuzhi brocade machine Bian Ying talked frequently, stopped crying and remembered people.
Simon is still bleak in March, even though weeping willows don't feel spring, Zhang Jingzhong's sideline words are old and late, and weeping willows don't hang in February. That is, today's "Ice on the River" is the title of Wang Wei's "When Flowers Fall in Chang 'an". The rock is poor, the rock is near the spring, and there are weeping willows to brush the mirror.
If the spring breeze doesn't understand, why do the flowers fall?