Beautiful modern poetry and scenery 1 bird
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
Beautiful modern natural scenery poems
I never thought about it.
In winter in the north
You are still very graceful.
Not accompanied by snow
But still so affectionate
Even if everyone has their own elves.
Beautiful scenery changes in four seasons.
Maybe you're still unwilling.
Still attached to nature
Just want us to remember your most beautiful face.
Maybe this is a difficult parting.
Render only the winter snow.
Spring rain is as precious as oil.
Yu Xia at that time.
Autumn rain lingering
Unfinished love in winter rain
Perhaps it is to alleviate the spirit of killing heaven and destroying the earth.
You are still attached to the north, waiting for spring.
But anyway, do poetry again.
I have always kept you in my heart.
Beautiful modern landscape poems
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Beautiful modern poetry writing scenery 4 beautiful scenery
Xishan left a mouth.
Birds come back together.
Two veins of autumn water, falling light
The boat drew in the net and took the fish home.
Wind-driven reed flying
When you sigh, you are tired.
Always hate the reminder of the years.
Relax and sing a song.
Sadness and happiness fall into your hands.
My heart is chasing the sunset glow.
Beautiful modern landscape poems 5. The sound of birds
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.
Beautiful scenery of modern poetry writing 6 growth
Silence in a tall glass bottle
Before the new leaves are pulled out
The old one has long since dropped.
What's left is
Part of it turns white, yellow and dark green.
What a barren green branch
How about that?
To grow very vigorously.
Curled up at the bottom of the vase
Carrying all life.
The rustling of leaves in the wind.
What is it saying?
It brought me nothing.
Why is it called lucky bamboo?
This is just a comfort in my heart.
Beautiful modern poetry writing scenery 7 it.
It was the wind that intoxicated me that night,
Look at the stars on the horizon,
There is a quiet river under the light.
It flows away alone,
It goes through the forest,
It, through the silence,
It, through the noise,
It, through love.
This flows quietly into the distance.
The early morning breeze is cool and fresh, and there is the joy of rebirth.
Beautiful modern landscape poems in 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?
Beautiful modern landscape poem 9 Yesterday's scenery
Yesterday's scenery,
Has been deeply imprinted on my mind,
I know that memory will realize the calendar.
Yesterday's scenery,
Has infiltrated my blood,
I know the soul will cross.
Yesterday's scenery,
Has floated in front of me,
I know it will be sunny all the way.
Yesterday's scenery,
It's far from me, but it will be wonderful to enlarge it.
Yesterday's scenery,
It's far away from me, but it will start again in my sleep.
Yesterday's scenery,
It is far away from me, but it will surge in the seven colors.
You said the scenery was mine, and I looked back and smiled.
I said the scenery belongs to you, and you looked back and shed tears.
Meeting at parting makes you and I bear the same expectation.
Every moment of you and me is a silent watch;
Every moment between you and me is an eternal warm current in my heart;
Every moment between you and me is the youthful glow of fate.
That cold morning,
In the floating sky,
Walk alternately and stand on the trestle to see the sea.
On the other side of the building,
Clouds around the castle peak,
Holding hands, I crept into the ancient temple and shook the blessing card.
The lights are dim,
Rickshaw bumping in the alley,
Snuggle your fingers, welcome to shuttle.
Breeze and drizzle,
The flashing angle of light blue tulle,
Whispering wishes, holding flowers and folding umbrellas.
Scenery is everywhere in every changing season,
Flowing in eternal time and space.
Just you and me. It belongs to us.
I know you won't go your own way, because I,
You know I'm walking alone, because of you.
Beautiful modern poems depict the scenery 10 autumn
A pair of dimples
Overflow the most beautiful gentleness
Like a breeze in March
Blow away the color.
A smiling face.
There are many shy places.
Peach blossom is red.
Drunk and shy clouds
A pair of eyes
Always so crystal clear.
Every time I look into the depths of fallen leaves
Autumn always leaves the most beautiful scenery.
Beautiful modern poems describing scenery 1 1 spring, summer, autumn and winter
spring
Spring grass looks forward to drinking dew,
The branches are full of flowers.
Bees and butterflies have been dancing,
The sun rises in the east.
Strict voice makes Su Chun,
The rain awakened the sleeping tree.
The stream reflects the weeping willows beside the trees,
Regardless of the wind and dance.
Swallows peck at crunchy soil,
Fish only stay here.
The wind blows catkins across the river bank,
The clouds in the sky are constantly cutting.
Spring scenery is complicated,
Multicolored riverside
Ying Ge and Yanwu never stopped,
Spring is everywhere in the garden.
summer
Under the scorching sun,
The wind is hot and dry.
Cicadas don't sing in disorder,
The water is gurgling.
Frogs hide in the stream,
The sparrow returned to its warm nest early.
Mulberry leaves are green,
Dewdrops cool your heart.
It's sunny,
Suddenly cloudy.
Rain wet the slate along the eaves,
Thunder rumbled.
The wind blew the flowers down,
Rain becomes water, and water flows.
Mud in the river hides loach,
An longicorn is hiding among the branches.
Although it is very hot in summer,
The scenery remains the same.
autumn
Autumn wind dances, leaves fall,
The flowers bloom at the top of the tree for a while.
Autumn waters overflow, reflecting dead trees,
Tao Huang is surging on the field.
Autumn rain flies wildly,
The fallen leaves are taken home.
The autumn moon is bleak and hidden in the clouds.
The chrysanthemums are in a mess.
Mid-autumn full moon hangs on the treetops,
Thousands of osmanthus flowers are really beautiful.
Man Cang Valley,
The wind is cool,
Autumn is crisp.
Autumn rain is refreshing,
A breeze caressed all directions.
Autumn is long,
Beauty remains the same.
winter
The north wind roared through the front window,
Snowflakes are fluttering, blocking the sun.
Cover the earth with snow,
The cold air raged and condensed the air.
A plum blossom stands proudly in the frost and snow,
Never flinch when it's cold.
The forest is covered with frost and the ground is white.
The ice hung on the treetops and pressed the branches very low.
Rivers form ice valleys to freeze swimming fish,
The cold wind in Leng Yue is very slow.
Light frost, snow and ice,
Brilliant plum blossoms.
Winter is over and spring is over.
The wind blew and the snow melted.
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Beautiful modern landscape poems 12 romantic scenery
wind
I don't know when.
Wind, quietly pick up a knife.
In the corner of your forehead.
Deeply engraved, the mark of the years
One by one.
How I want to use my gentle hands.
Smooth one by one.
Let your smile be like the ears of grain.
Bend over
flower
I don't know when.
Flowers, shake down your handsome face.
Shao huafei.
In the sunset, I am a bright sunset.
Your soft light
Carve my colorful dreams
In the dark years, the setting sun is infinite.
Your glory yesterday.
Bloom on my smiling face like a flower.
Vomit, your fragrance.
snow
I don't know when.
Snowflakes can also become naughty.
Fall into your black hair and refuse to leave.
Jumping to occupy more and more of your territory.
How I want to use my warm hands.
Brush off the silver drops
Let your black hair spread out and smell like ink.
Just one drop is beautiful.
moon
I don't know when.
The moon, will your tall and straight body
Polished into a thin curved shape.
Loneliness, hanging on your heart quietly.
Think more and be a crutch in your hand.
Stand up straight, your once strong backbone
or
I'm going to spend another half month.
Synthesize a circle with you, the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival.
Let loneliness wander far away?
Beautiful modern poem 13 "I miss you"
Text/Jianyuan
The rain outside the window is very good,
There is a jade pen flowing on the stationery.
I think of you in the distance,
Turn homesickness into poetry.
In a sunny spring, a hundred flowers are blooming,
I am alone in the spring breeze, watching the flowers and listening to the rain.
Although I don't have your company, I don't blame you.
You have your career, and I understand you.
Because of your existence, it is enough to affect my mood.
Love in the mind, love in the heart.
After all our years together,
I have passed the age of being very much in love and inseparable.
As long as we care about and cherish each other,
Feelings for each other are enough.
Flowers bloom and fall, spring goes and spring comes.
Let's meet in summer,
Listen to cicadas and enjoy the beauty of lotus flowers.
Watch the ripples together and enjoy the leisure in summer. ...
Beautiful modern poem 14 "Missing"
Text/Guo Ren
Love is in my heart.
Every flower blooms acacia for you.
Every leaf stretches for you.
Every wind sighs for you.
Love flies in the pen and draws wildly.
Every line and every word is a trace of missing you.
Every drop of ink, every tear, is a tear of missing you.
Every song and article conveys a profound message to you.
Yang Liuan's Xiao Feng and the waning moon is difficult to write poetry.
It is difficult to make sentences by jumping butterflies on the edge of the magpie bridge.
love you
Read and remember
This situation has nothing to do with it.
What a lovesickness.