Poetry praising nature

Fan Wenyi, a poem praising nature.

Praise of nature

Ah, beautiful nature!

I praise you.

The mountains are so majestic,

This river is so clear.

You,

Raised all life.

I love you, nature.

A poem praising nature: Fan

rain

Look, Baby Rain has come to play on the earth.

Look, the grass comes out from home to meet it;

Look, that flower is struggling to spread its wings to contain it;

Look, the children are playing happily on it.

Rainy scenery,

Extraordinary.

A poem praising nature: Fan Wensan

Water theory

I am a drop of water,

I will keep changing,

Into various forms.

Sometimes I am good, sometimes I am bad,

People sometimes love me and sometimes hate me.

A poem praising nature: Fan

I guess

I think,

In a spring rain;

A wisp of xia yang;

After an autumn leaf;

In a pile of snowflakes.

Singing,

Praise nature.

A poem praising nature: Fan

autumn

Look! The leaves turned yellow.

Dancing in the cool wind,

Floating into people's hearts.

Autumn has come quietly.

A poem praising nature: Fan

rain

It's raining, and there's the sound of water.

With a burst of thunder,

Rain is like a soybean,

Hit the ground,

The rain is cool,

It's especially cool to hit you.

The scenery in rainy days is really beautiful.

A poem praising nature: Fan

Loneliness at night

Leaving during the day

I lie quietly in the arms of the night;

Because,

Only the night knows my loneliness.

A poem praising nature: Fan Wenba

night

Late at night,

I sat at the window,

The traffic on the asphalt outside the window,

I looked at the bustling sigh outside the window.

I drank cup after cup of coffee,

After all, I still can't help those two lines of tears.

A poem praising nature: Fan Wenjiu

(early) morning

God, can't hide the freshness of that morning,

Clouds can't cover the rising sun,

Noisy, can't hide the peace in the street,

The wind can't wake plums.

Early morning is also a landscape. ...

A model poem praising nature

autumn

Do you know the coolness in autumn?

Yes, I know!

It is the turn of summer and autumn.

Do you know the sadness of autumn?

Yes, I know!

This is a depressing scene in the poet's works.

Do you know the beauty of autumn?

Yes, I know!

It's golden snowflakes from the wind.