There are strange trees and gorgeous green leaves in the court.
Climbing a pole and folding its glory will be a legacy.
The incense is full of sleeves, and the road is long.
This thing is expensive, but it feels different from then.
Explanation:
There is a beautiful tree in the yard, full of green leaves and dense flowers, which is especially spring.
I climbed up the branch and picked the most beautiful bunch of flowers to give to my relatives who miss me day and night.
The fragrance of flowers overflowed my sleeve, but it was far away, and no one could send it to my relatives.
It's not that this flower is precious, but I've been away for too long, and I want to express my nostalgia through this flower.
2. "The second Komatsu in the Academy" Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu
A pair of dark hair dust, several autumn smoke two feet scale.
From then on, the quiet window smells fine rhyme, and the sound of the piano is long with the reader.
Explanation:
A pair of black pine trees appeared in the world, and several green pine trees hung on the pine trees more than two feet high.
From then on, you can listen to the subtle sound of pines outside the quiet book window, like the sound of a piano, which is often accompanied by readers.
3, "My Brother's Gift" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Serina Liu
The pavilion is loose on the mountain and caressed in the valley.
When the wind is strong, pine branches are strong.
First frost is miserable and always right at the end of the year.
Don't suffer from cold, pine and cypress have sex.
Explanation:
Pine trees stand upright on the mountain, facing the cold wind whistling in the valley.
The wind is so strong and the pine branches are so strong!
Let it be frosty all over the sky, and the pine waist is straight all year round.
Is the pine tree not suffering from the majestic chill? No, pine and cypress are born with cold tolerance!
4, "New Willow" Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
Wicker brushed a hundred feet of silver pond. It was dark green with only light yellow.
Wicker can not be dipped in water, but the willow shadow in the water guides him to grow.
Explanation:
A 100-foot-long wicker is swaying in the pond, shining silver. The color of wicker is not dark green, but light yellow.
It may not be that wicker can be dipped in water, because the willow shadows in the water lengthen it.
5, "Liu Yong/Liu Zhi Ci" Tang Dynasty: He
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Explanation:
Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and drooping willows are fluttering gently like thousands of green ribbons.
I don't know who cut this thin willow leaf like magic scissors, and that is the spring breeze in February.
2. Modern Poetry about Trees 1, Trees
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.
3. 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.
4. Ancient poems or modern poems describing trees 1. There are many trees and plenty of herbs.
(Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea) 2. We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village") 3. The bird stopped in the tree by the pool and the monk was knocking at the door.
(Jia Dao's "Li Ningju Quiet Room") 4. Jasper was decorated as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") 5. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and the withered trees are blooming.
(Cen Can's farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's hometown, Song of Snow) 6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs. (Cui Hao's Yellow Crane Tower) 7. By the sinking ship, Qian Fan passed by, in front of the sick tree, Wan Muchun.
(Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou Will Enjoy Lotte") 8. Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli's Little Pool) 9. The old vines are faint crows, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin.
(Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si) 10, last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu's Butterfly Hua Lian) 1 1, several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud.
(Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour in Qiantang") Trees and Aiqing stand apart, and the wind and air tell them the distance, but under the cover of the soil, their roots extend to the invisible depths, and the roots are intertwined. I have a translation of Lanman. The birch stands in front of my window, covered with snow powder inlaid like silver. On that branch, there are strings of white snow, and the furry branch is white. The birch stands quietly, and the golden flame leans against the lazy morning glow in Xue Huadian. The birch is silvered again, which is even more dazzling. There is a white birch (Ye Saining) standing in front of my window, covered with snow, like silver frost. The furry branches are covered with ice.
Like a skirt made of snow, the tassels sparkle. Birch trees are shrouded in dreamy silence, and golden sparks are flying on the snowflakes.
The morning glow shines lazily around it, scattering more silver scraps all over the branches.
5. Modern poems describing trees 1: persimmon tree
Say goodbye to summer, and your heart becomes soft.
Whitewash the fallen leaves in the autumn wind
You are as red and tender as a lantern.
Reflected in the dusk of countless layers of forest
Those who really understand you will always be.
Someone who fell in love with you at first sight.
When you have nothing, you will get lost.
Occasionally I will recall my life.
Like an accidental seed.
Or choose a tree carefully.
When the leaves fall in the afternoon, you will be surprised to find that.
A path at the foot is covered with the radian of shoes.
Night of Silence
Lonely, you like to think about human maturity.
Will you be as persistent as yourself?
Grow into a beloved head.
At a slowly aging age
You will also think of a naughty child when you were a child.
Broke his fragile shoulder.
That youthful and innocent childhood.
Once fell in love with an ordinary flower.
Fragrant-free
Yellow floret
Poetry 2: Trees
That's a big tree,
Can't germinate,
Can't blossom.
Semi-rotten roots,
Go deep underground,
Then the darkest water,
Support it and don't fall.
The wind saw it,
Also afraid,
Hide the roaring anger,
Just break a twig.
Lightning in the sky,
Also want to break it,
Smash more creatures,
I can only be angry with my cheeks.
That's a dead tree,
There are many roots,
Support it and don't fall.
Poetry 3: Cherry Tree
Be a lost cherry tree
Put the annual crimson
Don't hesitate to bury in
In the quiet green
The most magical moment
With the sigh of meeting by chance.
Rush past
expect
This is a bird that will not return from a long journey.
After tenderness
green
Is still the normal state of survival.
There will be wandering memories.
Growing restless green.
There will be a sudden day.
With an elegant glow.
Poetry 4: Old Sophora japonica
Old pagoda tree in memory
Growing up on that spacious dirt road
Get out of my backyard.
The summer sun sunbathes.
Leisure time of peasant families.
Come under the thick canopy.
Happiness spreads from here.
People have banana fans in their hands.
Sitting in my boyhood chatting.
Men are attached to the ground one by one.
Roll up your own dry cigarette.
Plumes of smoke gathered and dissipated.
Just like people gathered here.
Just like this idle night
Day after day
Year after year.
Women are always knitting.
That thread ball with no clue
How many girls have been provoked?
Flirt occasionally
Attracted the attention of many men.
It also enriches the monotonous life of the villagers.
There are a group of children like me.
Sitting around a small stone table
Enjoy the shade
Write down the homework left in class.
Or take out the homemade willow flute.
Melodious music
Drifting along this dirt road
6. Ancient poems and modern poems about flowers and trees &; lt； Spring >
Zhu in the Southern Song Dynasty
Winning the day and looking for fragrance in the water, the boundless scene is new for a while.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
& amplt； Early spring in the east of the city >
Poets in Tang Dynasty. The word Jingshan was later renamed as Juyuan Yang.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
Changgexing
HanYueFu
In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
The Willow
Tang He Zhang Zhi
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
In early spring, Zhang and other 18 members of the Ministry of Water Affairs were present.
Han Yu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Two Late Scenes along the Hui Chong River.
Su Shi
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.
Spring river plumbing duck prophet.
The buds of Artemisia arenaria are very short,
It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Jueju
Southern song dynasty guide monk
A short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees,
This stick helped me cross the east side of the bridge.
Wet by clothes, apricot blossom rain,
Blowing your face is not cold.
Spring outing in Qiantang River
Bai Juyi
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.
Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
Birdsong stream
Wang Wei
People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
In Chuzhou, Xixi.
wei yingwu
Alone, pitied by grass and streams,
There is an oriole singing in the tree.
The rain brought by the spring tide comes late and urgently,
Wild crossing, no boat crossing.
7. Modern short poem describing trees 1, "Tree" Author: Modern poet Ai Qing is a tree. A tree stands apart, the wind and air tell them the distance, but under the cover of soil, their roots are elongated and entangled in the invisible depths. 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, "A Flowering Tree" Author: How did the modern poet Xi Murong let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? I have been begging this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, so that we can form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing on the roadside where you must pass. These flowers were all my hopes in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you come near. Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, but you finally ignored your friends who fell behind you. That's not a petal, it's my withered heart.
8. Ancient poems about trees: ancient poems and modern poems about trees.
Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow"
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. Goldman Sachs "Country House"
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Zheng Xie Zhushi
There is a bronze trunk and a stone in front of Kongming Temple. Frost covered the rain for 40 weeks, and the darkness rose to 2000 feet. Du fu's trip to Cooper
Poetry: that tree
That's a big tree,
Can't germinate,
Can't blossom.
Semi-rotten roots,
Go deep underground,
Then the darkest water,
Support it and don't fall.
The wind saw it,
Also afraid,
Hide the roaring anger,
Just break a twig.
Lightning in the sky,
Also want to break it,
Smash more creatures,
I can only be angry with my cheeks.
That's a dead tree,
There are many roots,
Support it and don't fall.
9. The modern poem "Tree" about trees may be met once. We are all deciduous trees on the roadside and will not enter the wind. We still have a chance to spend them, not as evidence of seasons, because after that, a winter separated us forever. Wang Jiaxiang 14 Tiantan Road, Wang Xiaoliang on the left of this tree is definitely a good plant, with 1 trunk and 5 branches. There are several branches on each branch, and there are several clusters of leaves on each branch. Some leaves are side-lit, some are backlight, some are top-lit, and some are sunny, regardless of the size, old and new, yellow and green, and thickness. These leaves are more energetic, more like leaves that shake and collide when the wind blows. Petiole will inevitably drive branches in collision, and branches will inevitably drive branches. Normally, the trunk can't be opened. Occasionally, Yan Yang Wu Wenwen Cai Ting's bicycle will stop under a tree to give hope, and her dream will take root in the wild. The belief that a firm winter will not give up eternal life because of the change of time is a tree, and it will certainly look like tears. This is the testimony of life. You stand on a green hill.
You stood by the river and laughed. The river brushed your feet.
There was a loud noise and you fell to the ground. You ask: Who took my life? I replied: a creature called human. Trees are green. One tree stands apart from another. Wind and air tell them the distance, but under the cover of soil, their roots extend in the invisible depth, and they entangle their roots.
10. Modern Tree Poetry and Tree Appreciation
Ai Qing
A tree, a tree,
Stand apart from each other
Wind and air
Tell their distance.
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots have been elongated.
In the unseen depths
They tangled their roots together.
[Interpretation of Poetry]:
To understand this poem, we need to know a historical fact, that is, in the past, foreigners insulted our nation as "the sick man of East Asia" and "fragmented sand". Although this is not necessarily the whole truth, it does reflect some phenomena that the humiliation spirit of our nation has been distorted under the aggression of foreign powers.
It was with the poet's sensitive spiritual feelings and keen political vision that Ai Qing profoundly observed the trend of the times and the pulse of society and realized that the awakening of our nation had arrived. He got special inspiration from the image of trees standing in isolation from each other in Yuanye, and produced the association of "in the invisible depths/their roots intertwined". Ai Qing endowed the trees growing on the earth with vivid characters, and saw the potential fact that "they are covered with soil/their roots are spreading" with a unique eye, and regarded them as a symbol that a great nation is uniting and condensing into a powerful force. His artistic expression makes people get a poetic pleasure in observing and integrating life phenomena, and then get a philosophical understanding.