Modern poems describing beautiful scenery

The scenery is beautiful all year round, but it is different. The following is a modern poem describing beautiful scenery that I arranged for you. I hope you like it.

Poetry 1: Rainy scenery and clouds gather together

Is it destined to be cold?

It is raining.

There is a stream in front of us.

Cotyledons are clean and green.

Aromatic mud

Stumbling, caressing back

This is the continuation of love.

Listen to your voice.

Forget the crying rain

Awaken the soul

Cold thoughts

Au sud des nuages

The petals of a blooming daffodil

My heart has cleared up.

Freeze friendship in the rain

seek

you and I

Poetry 2: The rainy scene in the city is full of cars and running water.

The umbrella covers people all the way.

I don't know where to grow grain,

Whether it is suitable for farming.

Poetry 3: the drizzle in the rain scene of the small bridge

Countless tears fell on the bridge.

Willow branches fluttered in the wind.

Shake my heart with unforgettable memories.

It's beautiful here, and the oath is eternal.

Is spring here yet? I'll walk with you.

Yan Shuangfei, the bridge is still there.

But what about you? Where are you?

Poetry 4: The rainy scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is misty.

Vines and flowers support each other around the tree.

The beautiful scenery reflects the eyes and the heart is intoxicated.

I suddenly fell into a dream.

Poem 5: Rain scene outside the window, the wind and rain fly like an arrow.

The window crackled.

But seeing the mountains and clouds,

The white curtain hangs down, hiding a thousand peaks.

Poetry 6: Walking in the rain, the rain is coming,

Just came quietly,

Soon,

All kinds of lotus flowers are blooming in this rain pond.

But never,

Startled up a small ripple.

I don't have an umbrella,

Leave silently,

Never,

Take away a dark cloud.

Along the way,

Many new lotus flowers are in bloom.

But gradually, in my heart,

There are more ripples.

I don't know for a long time,

For a long time,

It's not so bright anymore.

I was walking,

Drunk,

Lost,

I don't know where to go,

My heart is like spring,

Catkin falls in spring,

Sink,

Sink,

Fall to the ground,

But there was no criticism.

Poetry 7: Rain scene, rain, rain.

Quietly; Gently; The rain is falling quietly.

Indiscriminate raindrops,

Falling from the hazy sky.

It's raining, it's raining

It's raining,

It's falling quietly,

Moisten fertile land.

It's raining, it's raining

Tap on the eaves and the ground,

Watering plant after plant,

Beautiful crystal flowers.

Raindrops falling from the rain,

Very clear,

Is colorless,

Is clean and pure.

The little girl in angels in white is so cute!

The rain scene is really interesting!

Poetry 8: The rainy scenery on the sea has never been to the seaside.

know nothing at all

The vastness of the sea

Never been to the desert.

know nothing at all

The grandeur of sand

vast

infinite

boundless

A waterfall curtain of rain

knock

Overflow ripple

Extravehicular

Few tourists.

In the raindrops

Look at the sea.

Underdeck

Most tourists

In a deep dream

Listen to the rain

Poetry 9: autumn scenery leans on the autumn branches,

The sunshine is so warm that I want to cry.

I am covered in dazzling gold,

I am the fruit of this season.

Although I am only a yellow leaf,

Dance with your partner,

Falling quietly in the dark,

Root is waiting for me, and we both gain something.

In the wheat field, you look silly,

Wild birds stealing food came in droves,

Your ferocity only stays in the cool wind,

The farmer and his children are very grateful to you.

You sing in the forest,

There are no feathers to show off,

There is no skill in the music, and it is long and indirect.

The poet comes to you with a pen.

In mid-September, a little inspiration about harvest.

When Xiao Ju first bloomed, it was full of beautiful fragrance.

Colorful splendor,

I walked through streams and bamboo forests,

Waiting for the next bumper harvest.

Poetry 10: On the rice straw in autumn scenery

Can't grow up

Hope in autumn

Ni zhishang

However, it is full.

autumn harvest

Psalm 11: autumn scenery has a long night in summer,

Cold begins to make people feel cold,

Autumn wind blows Wan Li,

White clouds are floating everywhere.

Nodding and laughing is a meal,

It is sorghum that blushes.

When the corn is ripe,

The old leaves of peanuts turned yellow.

Sesame fruit has four petals.

Soybeans are hidden in barrels,

The old man looked at the scene in the field.

Magpie branches sing,

I like watching Jizhou take off,

The grain is abundant.

Poetry 12: Strange and rugged mountain roads in autumn scenery,

Stay and forget to return for a rainy day.

Come here by accident,

Yanyan is an abrupt hill.

Climbing to the top of half an acre is so light,

The sun in the west is very warm.

The autumn sky is blue and fresh,

The flowers are bright and quiet.

When I first tasted pine candy,

Pine cones are rare.

I caught a glimpse of a wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

A single-family house facing the stream, with white autumn water.

Is there a weaver girl living in the house?

I want to see the cows meet.

When I was young and in a hurry,

This scene is surrounded by constant letters.

The city is noisy and utilitarian,

Love the old under the forest.

Psalm 13: Pain, the autumn scenery wind shook the dead leaves that day.

mottled

Wandering sight, can't find the destination of leaves.

All the reserves have been cooled.

Looking forward to getting lost in the wind

A "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" floated in the air for a long time.

Still shadow has never dropped.

Autumn scenery that day.

The wet stone road in the ancient town

A bleak oil painting

You lock your feet and can't hear your own heartbeat.

Day is a dose of dark blue paint.

Young memories are always evoked at night.

Uncontrollable mode

Tear it off the wall.

The branches of the ancient town continue to look for reasons to turn green.

Are there any water marks on the stone steps I stepped on?

The quiet disclosure hides the plot of the story.

I am free from vulgarity at all times.

Don't touch the buttons of the mobile phone.

Return your silence.

The scenery is hidden in the middle of the night.

No calligraphy and painting under the orange lamp

There is no end to idleness, whose heart is singing for pain?