Poetry describing nature
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. The sun is setting in the mighty and sorrowful day, and the whip is chanting to the east and pointing to the end of the world.
(Gong Zizhen)
"Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai"
Literally speaking, flowers are not heartless things. They fall into the soil and become green manure. Can feed flowers. The author uses flowers as a metaphor for himself, which means that although he is in a difficult situation, his loyalty to the country remains unchanged, and his confident and noble sentiments can inspire the younger generation.
The creation is speechless but has feelings. Every time the cold comes, spring is born. Thousands of red and purple arrangements are waiting for the first sound of new thunder.
(Zhang Weiping)
"New Thunder"
Creation refers to the creator, who refers to the sky. The meaning of the whole poem is: The sky has no words but affection. Whenever the cold passes, it makes us feel that spring has arrived.
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is facing the south. Tonight, I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen.
(Liu Fangping)
"Moonlight Night"
Tonight, I particularly felt the warm breath of spring, and heard the sound of spring coming through the green window screen. The cry of spring bugs.
The sound of someone’s jade flute spreads into the spring breeze and fills Luo City. In this nocturne, I heard the broken willows, who can't help but feel the love of my hometown.
(Li Bai)
"Listening to the Flute in Los Angeles on an Autumn Night"
When I hear this song here and now, who can help me miss my hometown? What about relatives?
The flying flowers on both sides of the bank illuminate the boat red, and the hundreds of miles of elm embankment is half a day wind. I lie down and look at the clouds all over the sky, not moving, but I don’t know whether the clouds are east of me or not.
(Chen Yuyi)
"Xiangyi Daozhong"