Write a poem about smog 1. Write a poem about smog.
1, looking at Xi 'an from a distance, the fog is heavy, the future is bright, and the tall buildings seem far and near.
Think back to the countryside, the green fields, the reeds flowing, the houses in the open space are low and the sky is towering.
2, the haze is deep, rainy, and the eyes are gray.
Buildings are invisible, and people are invisible, as if living in a fairyland.
Plunder resources and pollute the environment, and human beings will abuse themselves.
Greedy and selfish thoughts, bottomless desires, sacrificing health to pay off debts.
3, the city swallowed the building, and the clouds covered the sun. Walking in the haze is better than driving in the clouds.
4, smog, full of ancient cities, gray and empty at night. The rain is coming, the wind is coming, and the dust in Wan Li is hard to wash.
5, the smog enveloped the whole city, swallowed the world raw, and the prosperity was hidden, only the heart was close. Life is alive, why not do it, the road is in the heart, and the eyes are on six roads.
6. On holidays, the two places will return overnight. Just entering the city, the smog is back. Autumn is thick and the green leaves are withered. You know, people are different after the holiday.
7. The city is foggy and the moon is lonely.
Life is like a dream? Let the sun and moon fly.
8. The wind is cold and rainy, the leaves are ringing, and the morning rain washes all over the city.
Flowers hate spring grievances, branches are exhausted, and laughter, power and wealth are all dust.
Where are the heroes of the ages? Sigh the lonely grave of weeds in the wilderness.
In the rain under the umbrella, I came to work in shock, wet and cold.
9.Xi 'an is cloudy these two or three days, so I'm sorry to stop raining.
Misty and rainy people's ancient scenery, smog all over the city today.
10, when is the blue sky? Put on the hood and ask about the smog.
I wonder where the sun is hanging now.
I want to go out in the smog, but I am afraid of coughing and wheezing. The fog is too deep to suck.
What is it like to get up and open the window?
Put on a mask and look up at the sky.
There is no doubt that where is the sky?
People have cough and asthma, and it is foggy. This matter is helpless.
I hope people are healthy and smoke for thousands of miles.
2. What poems describe smog?
Poems describing smog are:
1. Rain hits pear blossoms and closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it. _ _ _ _ Tang Yin's "A plum, a rain, a pear flower, a deep door"
The flowers in the forest withered in spring, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. _ _ _ _ Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong
3. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Lonely Cold Building in Huanxisha
The clouds began to sink, and the rain was coming. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's Night View of Xianyang East Building/Xianyang West Building/West Gate
5. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains
6. If you want wet clothes, apricot blossoms will rain, and there will be another village. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains
7. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an
8. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Early Spring is a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring"
9. Sleeping at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. _ _ _ _ Lu You's November 4th storm.
10. How much is an inch of tenderness? Thin pillow, dream back to peace, drizzle in the morning. _ _ _ _ Hui Hong's Jade Case, Silk Huai Changting Road
1 1. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Huangsha Road at Night
12. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west. The road is sunny but sunny. _ _ _ _ Two Zhi Zhu Poems by Liu Yuxi (I)
13. Jun asked that the return date was undecided, and the rain rose in the autumn pool in the evening. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Short Message to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night
14. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
15. Four hundred and eighty halls in southern dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
16. The world is thin and human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk. _ _ _ _ Tang Wan's "Chai Toufeng, the world is thin"
17. There are mountains and rivers everywhere, which hurts spring even more. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu "Huanxisha has always been a limited body"
3. Poetry about smog
Poetry 1: The smog is hard to see, the sky is hard to lift, and pedestrians have no choice but to wear masks.
Where is the smog everywhere? The ecological environment was destroyed. Poetry 2: The foggy winter is empty, and the empty memory is cancelled by the yellow haze in the sky. Haze blocks everything, hides everything in winter, and looks at the boring and desolate mind. Without mountains and water, trees and green, there is no place to sow spring. Tall buildings of the same style are also invisible. There is still a trace of life in the moving car. What are you looking for? Look for some green plants in the room. The host is watering and inviting you. The hazy sky and dust blurred the line of sight, and the happy mood was swept away by the traffic jam. In the dim light, I saw that the smiling face of the sun had turned over the sky, and it was too late to get off the bus. Pots and pans are rolling around, and friends and relatives are bustling and warmly welcome. This is a blessing. People who see inner joy, eyebrows stretching and happiness looming in their temples, and people who are worried at the same time, still look so naive. The money was hidden in their pockets without feeling. Knowing abundance, what is lacking is a spirit that persuades people's evil thoughts into truth and fools people who don't know the truth. People soon forget the traces of their journey, open their greedy stomachs, pile up raw materials full of garbage, stare at soft food and swallow toxins that are difficult to excrete. A madman is so crazy that he can't stop looking around for the civilization he advocates. Only the boundaries he draws become vicious in the long journey. Over the years, I squeezed out the sunshine and leaned against the road to keep warm, and the haze enveloped every corner of the earth. I have no choice but to seek protection. I saw the question of when the situation was under control. Poetry 4: Water regulation, rime, rime, three thousand miles, the traffic is as slow as an ox.
Thousands of trees and flowers fell from the branches when the cold wave struck. Who knows when the world will be bumpy and the environment will be seriously polluted?
The first frost is far away, and the rime is autumn. Worry is hard to break, hate is hard to accept, and my head is white.
The road to governance, environmental protection departments should take the lead. Go to Wushan Snow, Huashan Sunrise Sleepwalking, Shengshi New Building.
China is uneven, and the policy has changed to China. ? Poetry 5: Haze and fog command a thousand troops to storm. Innocent children are locked in the house by it. Blue sky and sunshine are not allowed to go out on children's drawing boards. Innocent laughter keeps repeating. When will the smog in the sky disperse? They were speechless. They're choking. Stop pollution and plunder. Calm down. People are in a hurry. We can't breathe when it's all over. Poetry 6: the haze is pale, and the outer suburbs look at the city.
The spring breeze is hard to disperse, and the sun is tight. Harm to health, more patients, strengthen environmental protection, less medical care.
The dream of unity is a dream, and afforestation is a top priority. Psalm 7: Fog In winter or spring, your figure is floating around in the east corner or mulberry corner. Your figure flies around in the north or the western regions. Your figure is silent there. Your figure is endless in both the city and the countryside. Without the brilliance of the sun and the moon, it is enough to make the stars pale. Not far, not close, not high, not low. Your figure is always there, holding your hand. I can't see you letting the people who love each other the farthest away turn away, not because they don't love each other, but because you encounter scene after scene and become a tragedy, not because of fate, but also because of you, you or I are old or young, rich or poor, and the smog is still there, waiting for everyone to clean up. Let's stick together. Qi Xin will work together to charge the smog, and our home will be better. Psalm 8: Rushing out of fog, white fog, clouds and haze, choking the vault, the smoke is rolling and lifeless.
Hum, the two generals are totally embarassed, malodorous, and the Monkey King's golden eyes are dim. The moon Chang 'e looks at the yellow sand, and the weaver girl in Hehan is disappointed with civilization.
Who will give me back Qinghe? Pangu wielded an axe to chop down the vault.
4. What beautiful poems in ancient times described smog?
1 1 Crossing Taihu Lake from Xukou in the moonlight fog
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
The white fog is full of blank waves, and the boat is like a bamboo leaf.
How dare I take the lead? I have my own mountains and rivers to print this heart.
Images of soldiers killed by strong winds in the morning fog and at noon.
Year: Song Author: Fang Hui
Suddenly, in the fog of the public, Russia flew in the wind.
Move a thousand miles loudly and fall in a time and space.
Far outside the beacon tower, in the sound of drums.
Think about it and you have to agree.
Cheng Xiao visited Zhonggu in the fog
Year: Song Author: Hu Yin
Young Jin can't stand the old fire, but he is still arrogant in fierce autumn.
In the afternoon, the cold wind in the Khan Pavilion is biting, and the spirit should be happy with the Millennium.
Looking out of the window, I was fascinated and foggy.
A strong man knows where the mountain is at midnight.
However, it drives the white tide of the sea, which is calm and lifeless.
People are bleak and dark, and the ink is faint to recognize the smoke tree.
Our shore is like a river's lake sparrow, and the other side celebrates the strange floating cup crossing.
From teaching weak water to Wan Li, I never lost my way.
Suddenly, Wu Xia missed the maser, and Qing Biao made an array to turn the air upside down.
Hao Bo lost the infinite bottom, and Zulong was wrongly sentenced by Xu Sheng.
The cloud screen reflects the canopy, and the phoenix wing takes Yingzhou.
Even the green meets the green, and the beautiful colors forget the original elements.
The former view is like a fantasy fan, but the latter view is not surprising to Li Lou.
A leopard cannot change his spots, and illusionists are born with wisdom.
There is a difference between true belief and false belief, which is easy to see and difficult to see.
It is necessary to know everything, but also to gather and disperse.
Always remember to smell the drama while you are young. It is really interesting to know that you are young.
The wind and cloud are abnormal, and the mountains and rivers are happy and wise.
Hu Weiwei groaned and ignored it. Ice charcoal was afraid of malaria ghosts.
Mr. Yuan woke up after reading this, but he didn't bear the sentence of Shaoling in those days.
5. What poems describe smog?
Poems describing smog are: 1. When the rain hits the pear, it closes the door, forgetting youth and missing it.
_ _ _ _ Tang Yin's A Plum, Rain and Pear Behind Closed Doors 2. Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
_ _ _ _ Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong 3. Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's "Huanxisha Momo Light Cold Building" 4. At the beginning of the cloud, the pavilion sank and the rain came.
_ _ _ _ Xu Hun's "East Building of Xianyang City/West Building of Xianyang City at Night/West Gate" 5. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains 6. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold.
_ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains 7. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Early Spring Rain in Lin 'an 8. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
_ _ _ _ Han Yu's Early Spring as a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Light Rain/Early Spring 9. Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, dream of MOS rail glacier. _ _ _ _ Land Tour 1 1 Storm on the 4th of April 10. How much is an inch of tenderness? Thin pillow, dream back to peace, drizzle in the morning.
_ _ _ _ Hui Hong's Jade Case, Silk Huai Changting Road 1 1. Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Moon Walking on the West River in Huangsha Road 12. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.
_ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's Two Poems on Zhuzhi, Part I 13. You asked about the uncertain return date, and the rain rose in the autumn pool at night. _ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Note to Friends in the North on a Rainy Night 14. Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night 15. Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Jiangnan Spring 16. The world is thin and human feelings are evil, and it is easy to rain and send flowers at dusk.
_ _ _ _ Tang Wan's "Hairpin Phoenix, Human Feelings are Thin" 17. Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu, Huanxisha has always been young and limited.
6. Poetry about smog
This word is a modern creation, so it is all modern poetry 1: thinking about smog. Science is progressing. Technology is scrambling to make the world a better place and cause trouble. The smoke spread for thousands of miles. Who is responsible for the spread of diseases and influenza? Looking for talents around the world to uncover hidden dangers and nip in the bud, the sky is high and the clouds are light. The second part of natural space: smog, you are light and ethereal, looming; You are enchanting and feminine, with a variety of customs; You are elegant and blurred, veiled; You are smoky and dreamy.
You look like a fairy, and your clothes are beautiful. You look like a fairyland, bless the world.
Who knew you were evil and sinister? Who knows that you are full of evil germs, you confuse your mind, shorten your sight and make it difficult for people to see your true side. You pretend to be passionate around you and want to cut it hard. Whoever comes into contact with you will get typhoid fever.
Whoever is close to you is miserable. How many people are sick in bed because of you, and how many people have insomnia because of you.
In fact, you are not to blame, and your appearance is not accidental. It is people's selfish desires that ruin your original appearance. It is because pollution comes first that you are full of anger and revenge and spread bacteria to the world. I hope people can repent after waking up, return your innocence, protect the environment and control pollution.
I hope you disappear slowly, let bygones be bygones, let white clouds linger and make the sky blue. I hope to say goodbye to you and never see you again! Chapter 3: Haze stretches out your hand, but I can't see your face clearly. Cover your mouth to block the airflow. White mask. White mask. You are the first person who cares about life. You are a new green film that comes out of the smog, bid farewell to the turbidity and yearn for a better life. PM2.5 data is on the high side, and it is very thick. It is foggy all around. For a time, the air quality in most cities declined. Cough in Beijing-The tide has hit our lives. Fog, dirt and dust are rampant, and our eyes are blurred. Our city is like an epidemic. The highway is closed, the airport pier is closed, everyone is cautious, everyone is treading on thin ice, and there is a warning of fear. We can't suffer. History has interpreted a kind of smog for us, and at the same time it sounds very painful. We can't shoot ourselves in the back door. The cradle of our life reflects the atmosphere. Our flowing blood nourishes all life. We are very satisfied with this earth. The family is rich, strong, civilized and harmonious. Let's start with every little thing around us and care for the environment. Let's cherish the earth. Don't make our mother cry. Don't let our quality of life be lost because of pollution caused by exhaust buildings robbing urban particles. The fourth part: Smog weather is a huge gray cloth between heaven and earth, which is made up of tiny dust particles and tiny raindrops. This kind of grey cloth is different from ordinary cloth. It is naturally and stereoscopically worn on anything, so that winter hides the cold of the season, as if mixed together. At the beginning of chaos, it seems that all living things are seeking common ground while reserving differences. In this foggy weather, in this dream without surprises from the sun, the moon and the stars, the smog constantly permeates the world, and she has built a wasteland, so it will definitely make people feel attached to the cold that goes against common sense, because the mighty cold wind in the northwest will forcefully dig up this gray wasteland and let everything in the world get a bright afterlife.