Modern poems about pine trees stand on high mountains.
Looking for you
Beautiful figure
Flying goshawk
Laugh at my infatuation
The storm can't stop it.
I like your enthusiasm.
Frost and snow can't tear me apart
Sincere blood
Pieces of red leaves
When they fall.
Mature love one by one
Desperate to stop it
fly to your heart
Grab your heart.
Love belongs to me.
The second modern poem describing pine trees is Wind.
Brought you here.
But you
Without the slightest complaint
Don't sigh because of loneliness.
Keep company with the sun and the moon
Hold on to a pile of loess on the cliff.
Like a strong man
As long as life is long
After being struck by lightning
Still lush
Proudly tall and straight
This is a bird.
I found you.
But you
Without any emotion.
Not depressed by loneliness
Keep company with Xia Yun
Take a deep breath of a drop of water on the cliff.
Like a soldier
Only the classic spirit will last forever.
Experience frost and snow
Still strong and magnificent
stand lofty and firm
A modern poem describing pine trees: 3 1 pine tree wintering according to the pattern.
Not dead, so not alive.
It is said that "dry and glorious" is called living.
Don't! I want to say that a pine tree shows
It is precisely the realm of life that has already been set.
White eyes, no happiness and no worries.
What kind of setbacks, adversity
-the threat of winter is quiet and grateful. ...
Those dusty, yellow and green needles
Conquer the softness of a sympathetic, compassionate, kind and innocent heart.
The blade of the wind strengthened its bones.
A layer of frost bends its meridians.
The relentless ridicule of the rain leads to its blood.
The lightness of the snow melted its gnashing heart.
An old man stood and walked through the mountains and rivers of Wan Li.
A net full of life experiences hovers overhead.
Modern poems describing pine trees can't engrave your four-year calm.
Rain and snow are just clothes you change from time to time.
I'm standing on a solid earth base in front of your roots.
Touch the wrinkled skin of your calluses with both hands.
I salute you, my tenacity and strength.
Good companion-pine tree
It is your silence that makes my morning reading mellow.
Green decorated the dull and bright classroom.
Every time a gust of wind passes, you should dance lightly.
Say to me: Hi! Cheer up and stop being lazy.
Spring, summer, winter, autumn, sunny, cold and warm.
No one can be indifferent to your persistence.
Whether I come or not.
Seeing is believing, seeing is believing.
The wind blows off acacia, but it doesn't stop your invasion.