Author: modern poet Ai Qing
A tree, a tree
Stand apart from 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 tangled their roots together.
Tree is a modern poem written by the modern poet Ai Qing in the spring of 1940. Included in Selected Poems of Ai Qing.
2. Flowering trees
Author: Xi Murong, a modern poet.
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
I prayed for this for 500 years.
Begging for it makes us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves are the passion I am waiting for.
You finally walked past without paying attention.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
A Flowering Tree is a lyric poem written by Xi Murong on1980+1October 4th. The author expresses his understanding of nature by describing a flowering tree. That is, life is a continuous process, process, process, and everything she writes is touched by the scenes of life.
Step 3 go to the oak tree
Author: modern poet Shu Ting
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even sunshine, even spring rain.
To Oak is a love poem written by Shu Ting in March 1977. It is one of the representative works of the misty poetry school. As a pioneering work of literature in the new period, To the Oak is self-evident in the history of literature.
4. "I am proud that I am a tree"
Author: modern writer Mars.
I am proud, I am a tree,
I am a tree growing on the bank of the Yellow River.
I am a tree growing at the foot of the Great Wall;
I can tell many stories,
I can sing a lot of songs.
This mountain taught me to stand higher,
I am determined;
The sea taught me to be generous,
I will always live upright;
Every ray of light, every drop of dew,
Give me a beautiful heart;
The scorching sun, the vast snow,
Casting the character of my struggle;
I hugged.
Free air and free wind,
In me, will, strength and ideals,
Closely combined together.
I am a part of the vast field, a part of nature,
I and the United States are a whole and inseparable;
I belong to the people, to history,
I long for the whole world.
As our * * * home!
I am proud that I am a tree, which was written by writer Mars at 1980. Now it has been selected into the national curriculum standard experimental teaching material, Lesson 24, Unit 5, Volume 2, Grade 8, Chinese Su Education Edition. His poem of the same name won the first prize in the first national poetry anthology of 1983.
5.a tree
Author: purple wind chimes
A tree
Standing in the wind for a long time
Just to wait
When the mountains shake hands with the sunset
That touch of drunken auspicious clouds
But who knows, it is often too late to visit.
That little mellow red, that elegance.
Just in a hurry
Disappear into the palm of the night.
It's a long night. Take your time.
Ruthless wind and rain
Even if the branches are mottled and fragmented.
It doesn't move.
A Tree is a modern poem written by Zi Fengling. Published on June 8, 2007, has been completed.
2. Poem 1 Describe the lush trees. In spring, we look at the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. -"Passing the Old Village" Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Interpretation: Castle Peak surrounds the village, and Castle Peak spans the city.
There are strange trees and gorgeous green leaves in the court. -"There are strange trees in the court" Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Interpretation: A beautiful tree in the yard, full of green leaves against the dense flowers, looks particularly spring.
3. The bird stopped in the tree by the pool and the monk knocked at the door. -"Li Ning's Seclusion" Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
Interpretation: Birds perch freely in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the mountain gate in the bright moonlight.
4, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. -"Liu Yong" Tang Dynasty: He Zhangzhi
Interpretation: Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently.
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -"Bai Xuege Farewell Tian Shuji Wu Guijia" Tang Dynasty:
Interpretation: All of a sudden, it's like a spring breeze blowing overnight, as if thousands of trees and pears are in full bloom.
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. -"Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower" Tang Dynasty: Cui Hao
Commentary: The Qingchuan Pavilion in Hanyang has distinct trees, and the Nautilus Island with lush grass is clearly visible.
On the 7th, Qian Fan and Wan Muchun were in front of the sick tree beside the sunken ship. -"The First Meeting in Yangzhou Appreciates Lotte" Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi
Interpretation: On the side of the shipwreck, Qian Fan competed; Before the sick tree, every spring.
8, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. -"Xiaochi" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Interpretation: Spring eyes are silent because they can't bear the thin water, and the shade reflects the water because they love sunny days and gentle winds.
9, trees, grass, grass. -"Going out of Xiamen to See the Sea" Han Dynasty: Cao Cao
Interpretation: Trees and herbs are flourishing.
10, last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. -"butterfly lovers, Silkworm Chrysanthemum, Sad Smoke and Blue Tears" Song Dynasty: Yan Shu
Commentary: Last night, the west wind was fierce and the trees were withered. I climbed the tall building alone and watched the road disappear at the end of the world.
3. The modern poem "Tree" about trees
Maybe we met once.
We are all roadside trees.
The leaves have fallen.
Or get into the wind.
We still have a chance to spend it.
Not as evidence of the season.
Because after that,
One winter
Separate us forever.
tree
Text/Wang Xiaoliang
This tree
The left side of Wang Jiaxiang 14 Tiantan Road.
It is definitely a good plant.
1 backbone network
Five branches
There are several branches on each branch.
Several clusters of leaves on each branch
Some leaves have sidelights.
Some leaves are backlit.
Some leaves cover the lamp.
Some leaves are sunny.
Regardless of leaves
Size new old green yellow thickness
These leaves are all more energetic.
More like leaves
When the wind blows
Will shake
Will collide
Will rattle in the collision.
When it rings.
Petiole is bound to drive branches.
Branches inevitably lead to branches.
Branches can't drive the trunk in general.
The trunk is thicker.
Occasionally.
Wu caiting
Bicycle; Bicycle exercise
Stop under the tree
tree
Give hope, dream
Take root in the wild and shelter from the wind and rain
Strong, firm
Winter is coming.
Don't change with time
Give up the belief in eternal life
This is a tree. It must look like a tear.
Never leave or give up/never say goodbye.
This is the testimony of life.
Is the theme of love
tree
You stand on a green hill,
Looking up at the sky,
Looking down at the earth,
The breeze blows your long hair.
You stand by the river,
Laughter and blue waves,
Young grass, speaking out of turn.
The river brushed your feet.
There was a loud noise,
You fell to the ground,
You will ask:
Who took my life,
I replied:
A creature called human.
tree
Ai Qing
Tree after tree.
Stand apart from 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.
4. It takes four sections to find a modern poem about a tree in spring. If you are not a child studying painting.
Shake your pen playfully.
Where did that little light green come from?
You see
Tender buds have sprouted from the branches.
It is hope.
Stretch into leaves
This is life.
Just wait for a gust of wind
A gust of wind from the east.
She hovered over the happy people.
Take advantage of it unprepared
Dancing around the girl's hair
Urging trees, beauty in the soul.
Relax.
Wait for the river to thaw.
Waiting for migratory birds to return.
Look at the tree in front of the stadium.
Open a new leaf.
Celebrate survival from the cold whipping.
Will you still make a wish in spring? Who knows?
5. Modern Poetry about Spring Looking for Spring (Modern Poetry)
A tree with green buds,
Full of flowers.
light rain ...
Arouse my longing for the beauty of spring.
Bathed in the bright spring,
Indulge in the fragrance of flower buds.
I want to take a picture of this beautiful scenery.
I want to outline some unique creations of nature.
Let the energetic life stop at the picture and stay fragrant forever.
Not satisfied,
I can only appreciate it.
There is a view in my heart,
Why do you want to see the paper sheet?
Spring-
Walking towards me, and gradually away from it. ...
6. Modern Tree Poem 1, To Oak Author: Shu Ting If I love you, I will never show off on your tall branches like climbing Campbell flowers. If I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade. It is not only like a cool and comfortable spring all the year round, but also like a dangerous peak that increases your height and sets off your dignity, even sunshine and even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you in the image of a tree, grasping the leaves underground and touching each other in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind passes, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron trunk knives. Like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flower, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolt. We are enjoying the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, which seem to be separated forever, but they are dependent on each other. This is great love. It is here-not only do you love your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on and the land under your feet. 2. Author: Do you know the way? This thousand-year-old tree is rooted in cracks in limestone. It is called Pteroceltis tatarinowii. It is the raw material for making rice paper. How many articles should I hide in the text? Magnificent rivers and mountains We sat under a tree and drank tea with a Muyu stone tea set. The stone was collected from this mountain. Tea is called Lingyanqing, and the water produced by the tea garden not far away is closer. Look north along the bare roots of this sandalwood tree. When the spring was seven steps away from making tea, the jujube branches were lit by the woodcutter. Look again, I am a tea pourer in Bree, so diligent and authentic. This late autumn afternoon, the wind is so clear and the sky is so blue. A civet is lying among chrysanthemums. Don't rush on the road. Please drink more. After this village, there are no shops. Go to the top of the mountain and plant an oak tree instead of a pine tree. Author: Take a small lead to the top of the mountain and plant an oak tree so that lonely birds can watch it fly. I once thought about going there alone to see the lights at the foot of the mountain on a good night with the moon. I leaned against the oak tree and said nothing. The top of the mountain was silent. If there were an oak tree without me, the world would tremble in the breeze. Every leaf is different. 4. To Night Tree Author: Liao Yongyuan Thank you. You are holding hands in the dark, so where are you going calmly? Can you take me with you? Forever comfort, darkness in the dark, flowers and insects are flying around me with blue ink, but I am always beautiful without this body, caressing the new moon, you love each other but are unprepared, dancing and forgetting the things in the world, and ten thousand summers overflow. 5. Tree Author: Zhou Mengdie, when light and shadow turn into fruits, you will suddenly think of yesterday. At that time, your face was more beautiful than Yuanye, and the woodpeckers didn't come. Or what drove you to break through this class? Cold and hard. Do you hear the cries circulating in your veins? "Let me be a leaf! Let the frost dye red and the running water flow gently … "So when I wake up, it will be green! On a snowy night, you will hear the sound of cold bluebirds flapping their wings. 6. A flowering tree Author: How did Xi Murong let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? To this end, I lingered in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging it to make us become a dusty Buddha, so I turned into a tree and grew in the sun along the road you had to take, which was my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, and you finally walk behind you in desperation.
7. Modern Poetry about Spring 1 "A Letter to Spring-Spring" by Wu Zhijing.
I've been longing for it for a long time, but are you too late to reply?
If you fall in love, I will wait!
If you come late, I will become a river boat.
If you come with the wind, the flowers will meet each other.
In spring, there are trees on the mountain and crops in the field.
Spring, spring, I am waiting for you on the earth.
Spring, spring, love you forever and never change.
Spring, spring, I have been longing for it for a long time, but your reply came late.
Spring, spring, if you fall in love, I will wait for you.
Spring spring, if you come late, I will be old.
Spring, spring, has been very smooth, Feifei is also very satisfied.
Spring, spring, where are you? Everyone is looking for you.
Spring, spring, you send a breeze, I put on green clothes.
Spring, spring, I have a way to entertain guests, why can't I refuse?
Spring, spring, a long wait between buildings, a love that consumes everything.
Spring spring, if you are happy, you will see fragrance.
Spring, spring, the wind has gone, and the world is amazed.
Spring, spring, you come with the wind and flowers meet.
Spring, spring, rain knew you were coming, and you came uninvited.
Spring, spring, love, return to Hong's home.
2, "More Spring than Spring" Author: Lai Yanggang
More spring than spring,
Only fists, big and small,
Fix the elegance of the wind on the branches.
Birds sing with pink, which is more spring than spring.
You become more and more like a butterfly,
I have more and more flowers, and the running water spreads its wings.
Every time I fly, it smells good.
Every silence,
They are all ringing.
It is more spring than spring, that is, a mother can put her illness,
As a container for wine or tea.
My father regards fatigue as a knife,
On the bone, remove the fish.
Four-legged snake, frog,
Sighing also brings spring rain, and stretching will complete the crops.
My lame grandfather,
I can't wait to throw away my crutches and kick shuttlecock on the grass.
Drop the moon with one foot, kick it,
Sunrise.
3, "Spring, Spring" Author: Yan Chixia
In spring, people who once wrote poems,
Embarked on a different path.
I often go there in my dreams,
One lonely scene after another,
A feast of poetry.
In the coming days,
At the end of the song,
Who is the piano still ringing for?
I brought my own poem,
There's dust on my back,
I trudged through the mud,
The dream in your eyes.
I did all this thousands of miles away,
That place called Xiqin,
Dai Yue brought it.
Now, the wind is blowing on Xiangtou Mountain.
Lingnan spring scenery is infinite,
At this moment, how I want to,
End wandering and live a happy life.
At this moment, how I want to,
Give up daydreaming and work hard.
Put away the pen and paper for writing poetry,
Into the sea,
Love the military camp and the motherland.
4, "The Story of Spring" Author: Meng Xu
Spring is really beautiful,
The sun shines brightly in spring.
In spring, the willows turn green and everything recovers.
The dream of spring begins the story of spring.
The sea of flowers in full bloom of love,
Passion burns the light of life.
The spring full of lofty sentiments promotes the development of the cause.
The story of spring has infinite power of love.
All smiles and smiles are successful,
Rivers in Tao Tao push the waves forward.
Standing at the bow and waving to the spring in the east,
Spring story, spring smile,
Spring sunshine shines on the earth, it is red and bright!
5, "I love spring" Author: misty rain.
If I were a bird,
I want to use a soft and loud throat
Singing spring on the lawn;
But I can't-I love spring!
If I were a river,
I want to use clear and bright body fluids.
Wet spring in the field;
But I can't-I love spring!
If I were a white cloud,
I want to use a white and flawless body
Polish spring in the sky;
But I can't-I love spring!
If I were a wave,
I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
Awaken the spring under the sea;
But I can't-I love spring!
8. Modern poems about spring, Forget Spring, the wind in the empty courtyard in the spring night, singing in the dream and listening in the dream. Some people have gone far, and some people have returned to their hometown. If there is moonlight on my pillow, I won't sleep tonight, because I still have her beautiful image dancing in my heart. Every time I look up at the blue sky, the clouds will float to where they once fell. Every time I hug the night star, I want to shed a few tears in the lamp, but I am afraid that the tears will reflect yesterday's heartbreak and leave the warm and soft bed, but I don't know who spring is waiting for. You are thinking about love in spring, frost in autumn and everything is sweet under the bright window. Beautiful flowers, I once cried and laughed secretly on the way to wake up from my dream, and slowly forgot my heart in the face of the missed candlelight or lonely hope in spring. First of all, the small forest in the city turned green, and the humble lives of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards. Baa baa, a black goat that shocked my youth and soul, came to me with tears of happiness. Pushing open the door of spring, I hear birds chirping in the city. A few spring birds are afraid to enter the city, but they are cheering outside the school gate. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which makes me feel close. They are my friends, as if they were relatives I happened to meet. They are looking for unknown insects and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring. This spring, this spring, my heart is in a mess. I think of some tombstones for a while and my childhood for a while. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring poetry has been full of spring poetry. My poems are spring leaves and crowns. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? "Looking at a Snow in Spring" boarded the train bound for spring with the sharp sword of the season, ruthlessly scraped away the restless buds, and let the cracked hands in winter stretch out to hold the banner of hunting and chasing spring. A snow in a day is precious as long as it sets foot on the equator in spring. The dialogue between spring and snow flows freely in six directions. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but a sudden cold spring. Grab everyone's love and look up. The contact between heaven and earth is intense, purely along the slope of the season. The last snow outside the window and the treetops bowed their heads and sighed. The sprayed fog drops into a yearning for spring, a bud quietly arching the frozen soil knocks on the door of the earth, and the free-walking sparrow squeaks and disappears into the cracked trunk to enjoy love. The light kite in the suburbs sailed lyrically to the territory of spring, and the road was still muddy. Occasionally, pedestrians stand up their collars to keep the cold out, but the door in spring is sunny. Who hunts for spring feathers? The last gathered feather, after experiencing the abundant vitality, hid and sank. In the dark spring, under the wings of the day, a feather serenades gracefully in the wind and gently beats the sails sailing in the sea of four seasons. Who fell out of favor under the eaves of love after harvesting love? Looking back on the romantic passion, vilen swam quietly with a tear in the steaming space of spring clouds. Seeing the dying light bathed in the grinding of clouds, and the beautiful feathers being driven away by the sea and sky, they could not surpass the endless journey of the smoke lock, and he was speechless.