Modern poems describing poplars

Spring has come, and the drizzle is like silk. Poplar greedily sucks the dew in spring, just like a naughty child. In such a colorful season, poplars put on spring clothes, adding a little charm to spring. We are playing under the tree, very happy!

Beautiful poplar, I want to sing about you. You are not thinking about your own gains and losses, but about the sufferings and joys of others.

In summer, the colorful trees are the heyday of poplar growth. This makes poplars more lush and greener. It blocked the fierce sunshine with dense branches and leaves. Poplar is really like a green warrior, sheltering us from the wind and rain. Poplar is more popular in summer. As early as the morning light, people have stood under the poplar trees, and children are indispensable, playing all kinds of games. The old man plays chess and enjoys the cool under the tree. ...

Poplar stands like a handsome boy in the yard, but the opposite is more like a slim girl, with long willows hanging down like a girl's hair. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves of poplar came straight at me, as if a teenager was singing to a girl opposite.

Summer is the heyday of poplar growth. At this time, the poplar trees are flourishing and lush. It blocked the strong sunlight with dense branches and leaves, and brought us cool Xia Feng.