A modern poem about willow 1 Hualiu
The cold wind roared across the hill,
There is no hair in the sea.
Where is the pink willow green?
Only the branches are covered with frost.
Recalling that he used to be beautiful,
Fighting for butterfly waves in sunny spring.
Now we are who we are,
Xifeng, thank you for taking off your extra clothes.
Cold enough to be careless and praise,
Two places at once are busy with mushrooms.
Are you afraid of smelting charcoal in the kiln?
In the coming year, the pillar will grow.
There is no inflammation that leads by example!
Poems on Modern Willow 2 Willow
Inadvertently leaned over and kissed.
Slipped off.
Waves in the middle of the lake at night
The charming shawl exudes
clean up
The clear ice of Yang Jiao's morning dew
Tenderness when bending over.
Clench one's fist
The prosperity of spring and summer
Pale yellow at the top of the bud
Leaves as thin as eyebrows
Soft green branches
Stick to it
The baptism of years
The tenacity of life
Fade the yellow leaves like an hourglass
nude
It's cool and cold.
Not higher than the sky.
No wider than the ground.
Don't compete with flowers
Softness against wind and rain
Sunrise and sunset reflect the center of the lake.
Painting landscapes with lake light and ink.
Modern willow poems 3 Liu's sorrow
Every time is a heavy topic, every time.
All this is sad and ridiculous. Is it God?
Didn't give you a backbone, or your genes and natural cowardice?
Look at your immature body, full of a sad and beautiful rebellion.
Dancing eyes are always shining with sadness.
Say you have no personality, you are unhappy, say you have no personality, you are hesitant,
The water also has the sound of gurgling streams, and the wind also has the bleakness of hissing.
Rain has a pure heart. It whispers, sings or complains.
Is snow romantic or confused,
There is freshness in the cold and coldness in the warmth. ...
Soft as misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, strong as grassland alfalfa,
Larks burned by sunset, wild horses running, exhausted.
Tearing and wailing blood vented, dyed the sky red and finally covered with dark clouds,
Or a thrilling epiphany, or a thrilling review.
Or a hard journey, or a poetic vision,
Not only the embarrassment of poverty, but also the naked body and cruelty.
Can not be reduced to fireworks, but also can not hang a noble head.
Liu Suifeng fluttered with melancholy and a soft head of jade.
Often stop passers-by to lure them and take a look at the clear water in the reflection.
Wandering in a trance, dreams and disillusionment indulge here,
Upright and drunken night rain boating, Cambridge misty rain [] ...
In spring, when you are affectionate,
On the night of midsummer Zen dream, you have all kinds of customs.
In the shyness of late autumn moonlight, you are charming and touching.
Ice and snow and the sharpness of winter, you beg for help and helplessness,
A sad face, humble begging ...
The restless heart withered in the dry wind and miserable rain,
An empty and dissolute body can no longer find its proud spring breeze,
Another lifetime of wandering. Once again, the heaviness of life,
Once again shocked and lost, can you still have a chance and be moved?
Modern Poetry on Willow 4 Willow by the River
Once germinated
Sing in the sun
Cry in the dark
Holding the moon, insomnia.
Then turn yellow and wither.
In order to see more
Birth and death
eye
Grow in the sky
Poems on modern willows 5 willows
I like willows dancing wildly in the north wind.
She's like my boiling emotions.
Facing this changeable world,
I shed tears again:
Willow, I haven't forgotten anything.
I like to see the slender willow branches by the long river.
She's like my easily moved heartstring.
I quietly blessed the willow tree,
It's like going back to grandma.
Young I
Once with a kind grandmother,
Under the thin curtain of willow trees,
* * * depicts a green dream.
Grandma was still in good health at that time.
I gently stroked the wicker,
It seems that grandma is still with me.
I can't forget that long hair,
My girlfriend gently closed her eyes,
I seem to have just fallen asleep.
She is a sentimental girl,
On that wonderful night,
Let me see the beautiful willows.
Swear not to forget her
She used to look religious,
Swear by that little willow tree,
Said he would love me forever,
Just like loving that weak willow tree.
I can't forget that long phone call,
Looking back,
Sunny words broke my heart!
She laughed and scolded me,
Said she really slept for a while.
Those long willow branches,
As lingering as a long dream.
I took heavy steps,
Wandering for a long time
In front of the willow trees dyed red at dusk,
It's like wandering around
Lonely grave in the wind.
Those long sticks,
Heartache is like a long-lost miss.
Modern poem 6 "Remember a willow tree" describing willow trees
On the earth barrier beside the canal
That tall willow tree
fall ...
In this village,
And this Shan Ye.
I heard it, and I felt it.
The sound of willows falling
The doors and windows of the whole village
Every grass, every flower
Every mountain, every blue sky
……
Trembling.
Is it out of sadness?
On this day, the whole village
This field
White catkins are scattered.
willow catkins
Fall on people's hearts
Rainier than autumn.
It's colder
accidental
A willow tree
The surface is gray and rough.
But it smells of sadness.
But in its life,
But stored with it.
As strong as a ring.
Being strong makes people sad.
Willow, supporting
Lying on the grass and adobe
So big, so green.
It looks better than standing.
Magnificent and beautiful.
Three days after logging.
The branches and leaves are still in the breeze.
Shake loudly.
Yezishang
There are bright dewdrops hanging.
seem
It's a hundred million pairs of tearful eyes.
Say goodbye to nature
Look, the sparrow on the roof.
Eagle in the blue sky
Toward the fallen willow tree
land
willow
Break into wide boards
Tree rings in a circle
Flow out in circles
Solidified tears
teardrop
And it smells good.
This is not a tear, is it?
This is the life of the willow tree
The hills of the village of blood cells that are not dead yet.
It shrank a lot at once.
As if bowed his head.
fall
A willow tree
Left something connected with the earth.
later ages/time
Modern Poetry on Willow 7 Willow
A row of willows is green and fragrant with catkins.
For a time, the messy and ordinary things turned into catkins flying all over the sky.
Modern Poetry about Willow 8 Willow
Even if you are naked in the autumn wind.
Dancing by the river, too
For whom
For nothing else.
Just for the early spring and February in my heart
Modern Liu Shangshi 9 Liu Girl
Miss willow, your long hair is fluttering.
The lake ripples slightly for you.
Miss willow, you bend over.
Are you asking me to dance with you?
How I wish it were a bird beside you.
Miss willow, can you lift your shy face?
Let me kiss you gently.
This kiss! I wonder if the sunset is drunk.
Or am I drunk?
Your lips are as red as the blazing sun.
But with the freshness and fragrance of spring.
Miss willow! I hope I can sail here in winter.
I want to plant you in my fiery heart.
With blood, song for you.
Miss willow! Open your arms.
Give me a belief, will you?
I just want a little hug.
A modern poem about willow 10 Hongliu
The camel bells are long gone.
Miss Loulan's happy song is long gone.
Why are you still waiting?
Gold Goma iron dyed red yellow sand.
Washed away by the wind and rain.
Endless white skull
Buried by years.
You know
The pain of history is not the fault of vultures.
Why are you still crying?
Your thin body
With heavy memories
Rocked on the Gobi desert for thousands of years.
Burning for thousands of years.
Why are you so strong?
A modern poem about willow.
Always liked willow trees.
Don't praise her free and easy attitude in the storm.
I don't envy her leaning against the mirror lake.
Pay a heart to the width of running water.
I like her.
No matter in Huating, the leaves are green and shady.
Or the dead branches and leaves in the corner of the alley
Can bow down humbly.
Try to keep your roots.
This is a kind of security.
Openness and gratitude.
therefore
Every time I approach a city,
I like to touch a bunch of weeping willows.
Proximal nasal tip
Even though all she brought me was the stench of the earth!
look into the sky
I asked myself gently again
Where is my root!