Three poems on the same topic can be written by different authors.

You want poetry? I have!

Tree, Kalman

I don't think I can see a poem,

As lovely as a leafy tree.

The tree pressed its thirsty mouth to the ground,

Suck sweet juice from the breast of the earth.

This tree, she looks at God every day,

Raise your leafy arm and pray.

This tree, when the hot summer comes,

She has a nest of robins in her hair.

Snow White is willing to stay in her arms,

Raindrops are also close to her.

Poetry is written by a fool like me,

Trees are masterpieces that only God can create.

Ai Qing of the tree

Tree after tree.

Alienate each other

Wind and air

Tell them the distance

But under the cover of soil,

Their roots have been elongated.

In the unseen depths

They are wrapped around the roots.

day of mourning

Don Mutu

A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.

Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

day of mourning

Wang Songyu

I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.

Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.

day of mourning

—— Huang Songting Jian

Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.

Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.

People beg to sacrifice my arrogant concubine, but people are willing to burn to death.

A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.

day of mourning

-Zhu

There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.

Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.

When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.

As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.

moonlit night

-Tang Du Fu

In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.

For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.

Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.

When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .

moonlit night

-Tang Liu Fang Ping

The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

moonlit night

-Song Luyou

A little drunk wakes up, the bed is full, and the jade pot is too cold.

The wind suddenly sends lotus fragrance, and a leaf floats and remembers hometown.

moonlit night

-Don Wei Wu Ying

The bright moon flows in the spring city, and Lu Hua is full of fragrant grass.

Sit and think that the window is empty, and the scenery is good.

If the Qing dynasty is over, it will hurt many people to grow old.

moonlit night

-Wen Song Tian Xiang

Clouds open in the middle of the month, and the broken bridge turns into a jade pagoda.

In the middle of the night, a crane swept the boat, and it was suspected that it was a fairy red cliff.

moonlit night

-Tang Huashan, the old man.

The sound of the stream is endless, and it is full of wild flowers.

I don't know when to go and when to come, but I often return to the empty mountains and moons.

moonlit night

-Tang Luyin

No one is complete.

It smells like sailing against the current and looking at the white elm star.

The trees are surrounded by solitary magpies, and the windows fly dark fireflies.

When I moved to Sue, I thought of harmony.

Two moonlit nights

-Wang Song Anshi

one

The mountain spring is clear and quiet.

Cherish this beautiful place, enjoy it alone and never meet.

Full of yin, going to the west.

Shout, hold the grass tight, and make a note to the southeast.

Secondly,

Look at the running water on the moon, it will sway the moon.

The plants and trees have blossomed and the mountains and rivers have revived.

The clothes are at the threshold, and the hair is green and clean.

Who can hold Heng E and bend down to put socks on Ling Bo?

moonlit night

-Song Chenyu Yi

On an independent night, reeds sound far away.

Under the moon, the wind and waves rise, and the dragon is white.

The shade condenses the vegetation, and the heat sends the stars.

The dust of heaven and earth has not disappeared, and the rivers and lakes are full of gas.

A few nights in my life, I was born in chaos.

Hu Weiwei has a lot of fun, but things can easily change.

The big fish dance in the middle of the night is sad and thrilling.

Always be pregnant with Whale Rider, and you will be as new as smoke.

Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?

Tao Yuanming's miscellaneous poems

Glory cannot last long, and the ups and downs are immeasurable.

It used to be three years old, but now it's Hà Thu's room.

Weeds grow in severe frost, and dead plants have not reached their peak.

The sun and the moon are still there, and I won't be sunny again.

Think back as soon as possible, and it hurts to think of it.

Tao Yuanming's miscellaneous poems

Life without a base is like the dust of the road.

Life blowing in the wind, the body has gone through hardships, and it is not what it used to be.

When the world is brothers, why do brothers of their own brothers want to date each other?

When you meet a pleasure, you should be happy, and you should invite your neighbors to drink.

Once the youth is gone, it will never come again, and you will never see the arrival of the next day.

It's time for people to encourage themselves when they reach middle age. Time goes by and waits for no one.

Saixia Qululun

Wear a golden mother-in-law arrow made of carved feathers, and the flagpole rtsa forms a dovetail arc.

A man stood up and gave a new order. A thousand battalions were shouting.

Saixia district Yili

Tribes in Zhou Fan can finish and hunt Yellow River songs at dawn and dusk.

Yan Song is not broken, and the horses are green.

Lu Xun's "Xia Sai Qu"

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

Wang Changling Saixiaqu (I)

The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn.

After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.

Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty.

Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.

Saige (Part Two)

Drink, my horse, when we cross the autumn water! Water is like a knife.

The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.

The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits.

Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.

There are quatrains, a search on the web page, Huanxisha, Zhi Zhu Ci, Langtaosha, joining the army and so on.