Modern tree poems 1. Modern tree poems
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 just like a spring, it brings cool comfort all year round. It not only increases your height like a dangerous peak, but also sets off your prestige, 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-I love not only 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.
2. Ancient poems or modern poems describing trees are all titled "Tree", and the content should not be too long.
There are many trees and lush grass. (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. Birds perch on trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion") 4. Jasper is dressed as a tree, and thousands of strands of green silk tapestries hang down. (He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") And Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao). Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree. (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 loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli's Little Pond) 9. The old vines are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin. Qiu Si) 10. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I climbed the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Liang Zhu by Yan Shu) 1 1. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the mud in spring. (Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang) The banyan tree (Yang Wanli) can't stand it.
3. Modern poems about trees
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 just like a spring, it brings cool comfort all year round. It not only increases your height like a dangerous peak, but also sets off your prestige, 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 is no such shop. Plant an oak tree on the top of the mountain instead of a pine tree. Author: Plant an oak tree on the top of the mountain and let lonely birds watch it fly. I used to think that on a good night with the moon, I could go there alone to see the lights at the foot of the mountain. I leaned against the oak tree and said nothing. The top of the mountain was silent. If there is an oak tree without me, every leaf will be fine. 4. To Night Tree Author: Liao Yongyuan Thank you. The trees at night are holding hands in the dark. Then where are you going in peace? 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. Modern poems about trees
1, tree
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 poetry collection of the same name won the first prize in the first national poetry collection selection 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.
5. Modern Poetry and Tree Appreciation
The tree Ai Aqing, a tree, stands apart from each other. The wind and air tell us their distance, but under the cover of the soil, their roots are stretched out and entangled in the invisible depths [Interpretation of the poem]: 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 "a 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.
6. Modern short poems describing trees
1, "Tree" Author: Modern poet Ai Qing is a tree, which stands apart. Wind and air tell them the distance, but under the cover of soil, their roots are elongated and intertwined 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 praying for 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.
7. Ask for modern poems praising the tree.
Hymn of "Youth Poplar"
Pang songqing
In the northeast of Enshi,
There stands a tall poplar tree.
Connected to the aura of heaven,
Accept the nutrition of the center of the earth.
Full of sunshine,
Laugh at the wind and frost,
No dancing, no charm,
Just stand tall.
He has a thick, straight stem.
Sending out a light blue light.
Convey maturity and greatness,
The branches are always upward,
Every leaf embodies the imagination of life.
Cheering in the wind,
Singing to the rain,
Talking to stars,
Dreams are connected with the blue sky and the moon.
In people's minds,
There is a tall poplar tree.
The stalwart body stands on the Yuan Ye.
People write poems and paintings under trees.
Set off a wave of wheat,
Draw the golden color of rape,
Draw a style, cross the south,
Draw a good pasture in Baimatang,
Draw a sea of 10,000 mu of tea,
Draw a fruit garden,
Draw a new village,
Draw a happy road for thousands of families,
Write fresh and elegant poems,
Write a new chapter of young poplars.
In the crowd,
There is a huge poplar tree there.
People sow hope under trees,
The girl in the tea sea is singing,
Young people are busy on the hillside.
The old lantern joke sings happiness,
People look forward to the future under poplar trees,
Learn rules, gather strength,
Make a hundred phone calls and move on.
People are talking and waving under the poplar trees.
Welcome businessmen from all walks of life.
The streets are long and the rivers bend.
Poplar leaves the river, people leave the ocean,
The dream of the new poplar has set sail. ...
8. Ancient poems describing trees or modern poems?
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea")
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 knocked at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")
4, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)
5. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and dries the trees and pears. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao)
On the 7th, Qian Fan and Wan Muchun were in front of the sick tree beside the sunken ship. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")
8, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")
9, the old vines are faint, 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 to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers")
1 1, several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at spring mud. (Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour")
The banyan tree (Yang Wanli) is neither round nor round, and the axe must be returned. A few times, even the flowers grew into bacteria, and an empty fat leg was always weak.
Shore trees (Yang Wanli) Shore trees are as straight as clouds, and whoever sends them to attract the water shore. Not greedy for mirrors, always inclined to take pictures.
9. Modern Poetry and Tree Appreciation
tree
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.
[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 was inspired by 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.
10. Modern Poetry and Tree Appreciation
homesickness
Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
Make an appreciative comment
The attachment to one's homeland can be said to be a constant and eternal emotion of human beings. Wanderers, drifters and vagrants who are far away from home hope to return to their roots even when they are very old.
Xi Murong summed up this homesickness with a short poem with seven lines and three sections: the first section is about the freshness of the local accent, and the flute "always rings on a moonlit night". Imagine how many nights there is no moonlight all year round, which vaguely means that travelers always miss home. The second section is about homesickness, and I miss my hometown more and more. Over time, the corridors in my hometown were all collapsed, leaving only a vague sadness, such as parting in the fog, as thick as blood but separated by a misty cloud. It is vivid and natural to describe the vague and melancholy impression of hometown with the wave of parting in the fog, and to describe the abstract subjective feeling with a tangible concrete. The third layer writes about the eternity of homesickness. It is a transition from the lingering local accent and homesickness on the upper two floors, and its form is very novel. The gradual shift of levels makes the theme from vague to vivid. The poet expressed deep ocean-like sadness, nostalgia and disappointment with the image metaphor of a tree without wheels living forever in the hearts of vagrants.
The fusion of emotional expression and image choice makes the whole poem far-reaching in artistic conception. Appropriate natural metaphors and concise and beautiful language give the whole poem an idyllic artistic conception.