In daily study, work or life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement, concentration, distinct rhythm and rich rhythm. So what kind of poetry is more appealing? The following are my beautiful poems describing the scenery, welcome to share.
A beautiful poem describing the scenery 1 "The moonlight is really beautiful"
Tonight, the moonlight falls gently.
Soften shy thoughts
Your whispering lips come with the wind.
you and I
Looking at the water through the curtains of moonlight.
Keep your thoughts in your arms.
Ink into a long poem
There is a kind of love that needs no confession.
Sitting in the arms of the night
Gently dip in night ink
Smash daydreams
The other side that can't ferry
Fly gracefully through the dust of the Millennium.
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Drink softly and sing softly, and collect warmly.
The world of mortals is gentle, and you are my most beautiful poem.
Weak water 3 thousand, I love your shallowness alone
There is a kind of love, accompanied by heart.
There is a kind of love, which can be described as a lifetime.
Mo Xiang Xiang Xiang ban
Brew an unchangeable oath
You decorated my dream.
I embellished your scenery.
I want to make up for it with poetry.
Dress up as you like
Elegance and grace in your heart
You can browse and watch.
There is a tacit understanding.
When the wind is light.
We hugged each other and wrote poems with wine.
You write, I sing.
When the clouds are light.
We depend on each other and count the stars into flowers.
You play, I sing.
You soaked me in ink and thrush.
I'll draw an eyebrow for you.
The combination of piano and harp
Drunk dancing and clear pool, obsessed with moonlight
Baotu Spring is crystal clear and clear with mixed water.
The clean water is mixed and turbid.
Dropped beads and dripping water began to penetrate the stone and were concave.
Start with stone repair
Mount Hengshan is the source of towering, frozen and Bai Bing.
The ice melted and disappeared, but the normal water flow also dropped.
The flow of qi returns to the poor and seeks the peak, which is the benefit of the wind and flowers.
The wind washed wildly and was silent with peace.
The wind turning of fallen leaves is a sign of returning to roots.
The past youth is lined with dancing golden autumn.
Hibernation and comfort have been forgotten yesterday.
Today, sleepiness is recovering and dawn is dreaming.
Roots and leaves are both in blowing in the wind.
Sleeping with death is a sign of life and death.
Spring rain touches buds and nourishes fibrous roots.
First love is like a misty rain, gaining new knowledge.
Winter snow sleeps and crashes into the countryside.
Waking up in the morning is like melting snow and dew
A drop of weakness is just a loss in the sea.
There are pearls of life in the desert.
The gentleness of a grass is only indifference on fertile soil.
Wilderness is the source of hope.
Faith is an infinite sustenance.
Without the support of scientific ideas, it would be tasteless.
Landscape is dynamic and natural.
If you don't have the vitality of sports concept, you are dead.
Quietly, you appeared in my sight.
My heart is beating.
Heart is pure water.
Every now and then, I suddenly feel lost.
I looked at the window.
Watching you walk gracefully.
I don't know how many days and nights this scenery has gone through.
I followed the door.
When you touch it leisurely
I don't know how much I have suffered for this beauty.
Day after day, month after month.
You are still a unique scenery for me.
The scenery is gratifying, from like to like.
Has it not become a sad first love?
Because there is a home, a school and a society.
When I appreciate your pure natural beauty
I am aware of the terror inside and outside.
Terror, this may not be proportional to change.
Virtual appearances can only appear for a while.
Can't be honed by years.
The real heart can precipitate vicissitudes of life.
A series that highlights the years
Dancing you sink and disappear in my sight.
My heart aches.
Heartache, a pure natural water.
I use material to make up for it
Your external value
But it can't be measured and you can't understand it.
This external beauty is like a vase.
It has only aesthetic value.
And I pay attention to the soil and water in the bottle.
They don't look so good.
But it is a treasure that breeds and nourishes life.
There is no soil or water.
There are no green leaves and no flowers.
Chase the rabbit into the valley
Drive the fish into the sea
Chase butterflies, chase bugs
We walked into nature.
Let the rain wake up every flower.
Let the water suck away every big tree.
Lying quietly on the grass
Look at every cloud in the sky.
Turn yourself into grass.
Feel the warmth of the earth.
Turn yourself into a small fish.
Feel the coolness of the river.
Only by integrating yourself into nature.
To understand how happy life is.
Beautiful poem 2 describing the scenery, rain is coming,
Just came quietly,
Soon,
All kinds of lotus flowers are blooming in this rain pond.
But never,
Startled up a small ripple.
I don't have an umbrella,
Leave silently,
Never,
Take away a dark cloud.
Along the way,
Many new lotus flowers are in bloom.
But gradually, in my heart,
There are more ripples.
I don't know for a long time,
For a long time,
It's not so bright anymore.
I was walking,
Drunk,
Lost,
I don't know where to go,
My heart is like spring,
Catkin falls in spring,
Sink,
Sink,
Fall to the ground,
But there was no criticism.
A beautiful poem describing the scenery 3 "Snow Fairy"
It's an elf, and it has a kind of magic-
It puts new clothes on the earth and suede coats on the earth;
Tall buildings wear white hats and cars wear white clothes;
Let the swaying young trees turn into a piece of silver, and the new year is another good sign.
Beautiful poems describe the scenery. It's raining, it's raining.
Quietly; Gently; The rain is falling quietly.
Indiscriminate raindrops,
Falling from the hazy sky.
It's raining, it's raining
It's raining,
It's falling quietly,
Moisten fertile land.
It's raining, it's raining
Tap on the eaves and the ground,
Watering plant after plant,
Beautiful crystal flowers.
Raindrops falling from the rain,
Very clear,
Is colorless,
Is clean and pure.
The little girl in angels in white is so cute!
The rain scene is really interesting!
Beautiful poem 5 depicting the scenery is sealed with maple leaf red lips.
Trade rations for hearts.
Change your heart in this life.
Abandon past experience
Let me reopen the memory of bleeding
Then in the land of public criticism
Pick up a poem with clear love and hate.
A fire
Burning three quarters of autumn.
The fruit is in the water.
There are only hawthorn trees left.
Deep and deep thoughts.
I have never been to the sea.
know nothing at all
The vastness of the sea
Never been to the desert.
know nothing at all
The grandeur of sand
vast
infinite
boundless
A waterfall curtain of rain
knock
Overflow ripple
Extravehicular
Few tourists.
In the raindrops
Look at the sea.
Underdeck
Most tourists
In a deep dream
Listen to the rain
Beautiful poems describing the scenery of the sky
Author: Wu
The leaves turned to the back.
Secretly surprised
Look at age spots and protruding tendons.
After the heat, autumn will begin.
The wind said that the pace of time could not stop.
There is a slight cough.
Asthma will happen again this season.
Grandma around the corner
I looked at the sky before I came in.
talk to oneself
As if to alleviate
Inner depression and sadness
Beautiful poems describing the scenery
Elegant music rings alternately,
The goblet is full of liquid,
But over time,
And gradually leaked from the dirty heart.
Those crazy bodies on the dance floor,
With music and flashing lights,
Began to uncover the real secrets that had been arranged like their own prey.
The dress is light and the catwalk is elegant.
TA hides behind money and power,
Just trying to figure out how to coax it,
Those meager benefits that others give themselves,
So as to get comfort in their own eyes.
But this kind of scenery is pleasant,
Will be spurned by us,
Will be looked down upon by us!
A beautiful poem describing the scenery 9 "Love Snow"
Free and unrestrained is the freedom I pursue.
Dance is the beauty I expect.
Love is your whiteness, and whiteness is your innocence.
Innocence is your eternal smiling face, and smiling face is my treasured certificate.
When a gust of wind blows over your face, you can see the love of time.
Eternity in an instant, beauty in the fog.
Like a pair of amber wings, dreams will swing.
The morning light stirs your hair like a pair of lovers' eyes.
It's the sound of nature, the flute in wonderland,
Virgin skin reflects your sad mood.
The beautiful poem 10 describes the branches of the scenery leaning in autumn.
The sunshine is so warm that I want to cry.
I am covered in dazzling gold,
I am the fruit of this season.
Although I am only a yellow leaf,
Dance with your partner,
Falling quietly in the dark,
Root is waiting for me, and we both gain something.
In the wheat field, you look silly,
Wild birds stealing food came in droves,
Your ferocity only stays in the cool wind,
The farmer and his children are very grateful to you.
You sing in the forest,
There are no feathers to show off,
There is no skill in the music, and it is long and indirect.
The poet comes to you with a pen.
In mid-September, a little inspiration about harvest.
When Xiao Ju first bloomed, it was full of beautiful fragrance.
Colorful splendor,
I walked through streams and bamboo forests,
Waiting for the next bumper harvest.