Modern mountaineering poems 1. Write a 20-line modern poem with the theme of "Let's go hiking"
Come on, let's go hiking.
The mountains embraced us.
A warm wind sounded in my ear.
Let's climb the mountain. This mountain is our dream.
The embrace of this mountain is so broad.
The sound of the mountain is so touching.
The charm of the mountain is so sultry.
Looking at the mountain is like entering a secluded hole.
We jump in the arms of the mountain.
Cheerful and sweet voices echoed in the mountains.
The mountain is our friend.
Have fun with us.
Go hiking and sing touching music all the way.
Go hiking, an endless song of life.
Step 2 get down on your knees. The modern poem Beyond the Mountain is poetic.
On the other side of the mountain is a poem I wrote more than 20 years ago, when I was a college student who came to the university campus from a remote mountainous area.
Therefore, for me, rereading this poem is like opening an old photo album that has been sealed for many years and seeing me in my early years that is not naive but makes people feel sad and nostalgic. Obviously, Beyond the Mountain originated from childhood experiences.
I was born at the foot of Wudang Mountain in the mountainous area of northwest Hubei. My parents are primary and secondary school teachers. I have lived in five or six places with my parents since I was a child, but I have never left the world in the mountains. For me when I was a child, the world was a quiet campus after school, clear rivers in mountains and rivers, and silent mountains surrounding all this.
And I happen to be a teenager who is addicted to fantasy and full of strong curiosity about the outside world. The first two sentences of this poem are a true portrayal of my childhood.
I think that almost everyone has some "hidden desires" in childhood and adolescence, and this "beyond the mountain" vision and fantasy in the poem constitutes the unique secret of my childhood-it still secretly affects my life. However, this alone is not enough to form a poem, so "sea" appeared in my life and finally appeared in this poem.
The appearance of "sea" just corresponds to "mountain". Show the structure of a poem.
The "mountain" and "sea" here can be understood metaphorically: the mountain, a real world, is closed, gloomy and depressed; The sea, an imaginary world, is open, bright and free. The sea is the end of mountains and rivers and the beginning of another world.
The sea, from ancient times to the present, is a call for human freedom and imagination. And these meanings are impossible for me to realize when I was young.
I just look at the other side of the mountain and imagine the blue of the sea by virtue of my fantasy nature. However, as people know, this fantasy of another world is the most vulnerable to setbacks in real life.
It can be said that any "unrealistic" fantasy will one day be shattered in the face of "cold" reality. I also experienced such painful times repeatedly when I was young.
However, it is incredible that the fantasy is frustrated, but the spirit of idealism has taken root in life-it has become more internal and stubborn because of the frustration of the real environment! The second section of the poem mainly reveals this belief in the "sea". Perhaps it is because of my unyielding nature, or perhaps it is a motto I read in junior high school, "As long as you walk along the river, you will find the sea", which gives me this belief.
At this time, "sea"-this childhood dream has also been promoted to the whole life level to re-understand. It is different from the sea in the first section and has a certain symbolic color of life ideal. "Yes, I was disappointed again and again/when I climbed to the top of the mountain that tempted me again and again." Maybe any ideal is a trap of temptation, and any ideal is just beyond my power. However, it is in this difficult and tortuous process of seeking that life has been promoted and enriched, and life has been endowed with hope and meaning. "The white tide came night after night/soaked my dry heart again and again. ...
Our generation, born in the 1950s and 1960s, was educated by idealism since childhood, went to the countryside during the Cultural Revolution, and came to the university campus after the Cultural Revolution. Some people call us an idealistic generation, while others call us a disillusioned generation. Idealism has cultivated our fantasy and spiritual temperament, but we are also the generation that pays the heaviest price for the illusion of "ideal".
Among my contemporaries, many people have gone through hardships and still maintained the spirit of idealism, but many people have lost their hearts and become very confused. It is based on this understanding of my contemporaries that I wrote at the end of this poem: "My friend, please believe-".
This is a speech to my contemporaries, but it is also an inspiration to myself: I believe that life has a higher realm. I believe that after climbing countless mountains, I will eventually climb such a peak. After experiencing hardships, the "last sea" will eventually illuminate our eyes and life ... Today, I reread this poem, of course, I feel its artistic childishness, because the road pointed out by the poem is far from its length and hardship. In real life, although I have seen the sea that my childhood yearned for countless times, the "sea" in my mind is still out of reach.
So, what is the most important thing for me now? Still "faith" If I can't reach this affirmation again at a higher level, it's hard to imagine that I will stick to it in my later life.
Rereading on the other side of the mountain, looking at the direction of childhood, I have this feeling again. The launch of On the Other Side of the Mountain (Zhao Xun) and On the Other Side of the Mountain is obviously related to the frustration experience that he has been accompanying him since he was a child and his growing feelings and beliefs in such setbacks.
However, poetry is a special art, which requires the poet to deal with his repeated pains, passions, beliefs and experiences with "images" instead of simple and conceptual language. Different from many people, Wang Jiaxin did not turn the sufferings he suffered in his life into an angry noise, but experienced the disillusionment of all his ideals from it and turned it into a poetic meditation based on the opposition between "mountain" and "sea".
On the surface, the discovery of "beyond the mountain or beyond the mountain" is nothing more than the disillusionment of such naive illusions as "beyond the mountain is the sea". However, the "mountain" in poetry is a barrier that prevents the poet from reaching the "sea" he yearns for, and it is a realistic existence that prevents his dream from realizing.
Therefore, this sense of frustration also indicates all the pains and failures in the poet's life, transcending the specific life experience and becoming a symbol of universal emotional experience. Correspondingly, the "sea" symbolizes the tempting desire that always calls us to start: "On the other side of the mountain, it is the sea/the sea that embodies faith"; The snow-white tide comes every night/wets my dry heart again and again.
The poet believes, "You will eventually climb."
Write me a poem about our climbing the mountain.
In March, a beautiful day hangs in the sky.
I put down my luggage to climb the mountain.
The pendulum reminds my heart.
It's getting late
We must leave at once.
I met a small river.
It soon set the children on a journey.
Take it away. Lively and bright
Children on the journey
Please forgive my inaction.
Branches stick out from the Woods by the bridge.
Pat me on the sleeve and back.
Suddenly. A child emerged from a crack in the stone.
Wasn't he taken away by the river?
What did I do wrong? Why do I blush?
I walked lightly on the stone bridge.
Afraid of disturbing the river god
The child next to him has a smile on his face.
He said, that's very kind of you
He said, let's go climbing.
My surprised eyes
Submerged by the child's innocent pupils.
The river began to jingle.
The cold child took my hand.
But I can't give up the baby.
To get rid of, to exile.
In this spring and March
I smiled and said to the child
Come on, let's climb the mountain.
Write me a poem about our climbing the mountain.
In March, the sun was high in the sky, so I put down my luggage and went climbing. The pendulum reminds my heart that it's getting late and I must leave quickly. I met a river and took the children away in a hurry.
Children in a dazzling journey, please forgive me for standing by. Branches stretched out from the Woods by the bridge and slapped my sleeve, and my back was hit at once. A child emerged from a crack in the stone. Wasn't he taken away by the river? What did I do wrong? Why do I blush? I walked gently on the stone bridge for fear of disturbing the children next to the river god. He smiled and said, that's very kind of you. He said, let's go climbing. My surprised eyes were drowned by the innocent pupil of the child. The river began to jingle, and the cold child held my hand, but I couldn't give up the child. In order to get rid of it and exile, I smiled and said to the child, let's climb the mountain.
5. Poems and ancient poems about mountains
1. Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains are short in the sky. ..
Du Fu's Wang Yue II. I want to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry. After climbing the Taihang Mountain, it was covered with snow. Li Bai's Difficult to Walk 3. There are people deep in the white clouds, far away from the cold mountains.
Du Mu's Mountain Walk 4. "Mountaineering" Xu Tang strolled up the bird road and didn't know how tall he was. There is no world in the near future, when Chu sees the waves.
The cliff is as thin as the top. The macaque cried and dispersed, calling to the people on the other side.
5. Don't be afraid of clouds to cover your eyes and reach the peak. Wang Anshi's Climbing the Peak 6. "Mountaineering" Li, who was drunk all day, suddenly heard Chun climbing the mountain desperately.
I'm going to stay for half a day because of the monk's words. 7. "Mountaineering" Yuan Mei (Qing) burned incense and swept the floor until the poem was finished. He smiled and climbed the mountain according to the stick. He is nosy, and there are many Bai Yunsheng now.
6. Modern poems describing natural scenery
Modern poem describing natural scenery 1, green Author: Ai Qing looks like an upside-down green ink bottle, full of green, where can I find so much green: dark green, light green, pink green, dark green and surprisingly green; The blowing wind is green, the rain is green, the flowing water is green and the sunshine is green; All the greens are concentrated, crowded, overlapping and crossing quietly.
Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if the dance teacher were in command, and all the greens fluttered together neatly and in accordance with the beat. 2, landscape Author: apricot flowers and peach blossoms Some people say that work and life are too tired, let the mind take a vacation, come to a trip that says go away, travel far, climb mountains and play with water, kiss the fish's mouth, enjoy the dew, get close to nature, look at the scenery and adjust your mood. I said it can only make your mind happy for a while. Go on a trip. Even if you go there all year round, you may not understand the meaning of life and the true meaning of happiness.
3, the voice of the country Author: Xu Zhimo boat in the shade of weeping willows, a cool breeze in early autumn, blowing the water, blowing the sound of the countryside on both sides. I am resting alone in the window of the boat, watching the waves and visions of a river and listening to the sounds far and near. I once had a tacit understanding with my childhood! This is the call of Crispy, the work on the farm is varied, and the dog crows by the bamboo fence: but this is a kind of meaningless sadness and sorrow! White clouds are flying in the blue sky: I want to put my annoying age, and I want to entrust my annoying love to boundless emptiness; Reply to my simple and beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a bald milk magpie in the breeze, like a grass flower in Chi Pan, natural and vivid.
4, early spring Author: Shu Ting friend, this is spring, dispel sadness, wipe away tears, smile at the sun, although there is no torrent of flowers, washed away the shackles of winter, with a drunken fragrance rushing, flooding in the plains and Shan Ye, although there is no bird waterfall, splashing thousands of silver beads, scattered in the misty morning light, rolling on the avenue of dusk, but waiting. There are still chills and first frost's troubles. Listen carefully, the upper hand of the Five Old Peaks is still whistling, and the trembling valleys seem to wail together, but there are already a few small cuckoos, such as the flame that can't be blown out, which makes the world warm and even the clouds no longer float. Friends, let's say that spring is beautiful and rich, because it has passed the last chill. 5, golden autumn Author: Xindi garden full of red fruit fragrance, farmers threshing floor high rice piles make smile full network, cold clothes warm the hearts of soldiers in the horizon. After sunset, pick up thin stone pieces and throw them into the water of reeds, no matter how deep there is or how shallow it is here. Look at a line of geese carrying golden autumn, listen, listen, listen, autumn.
Listen, the sound of autumn, crickets flapping their wings, is the rhyme to bid farewell to the balcony. Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds and scatter warm reminders; An autumn wind swept across the field, bringing a harvest song.
Listen, walk into autumn, walk into this vast concert hall, and you can hear the sound of autumn. The sound of autumn, in every leaf, in every flower, in every drop of water, in every unfolded grain.
Listen, the sound of autumn comes from a distance in a hurry, rushing to towards the distant. Listen, we hear Qiu's voice.
7. What are the poems praising "hiking"?
1, on foot
Author: Feishui Modern
Lonely lamp yellowing
Lonely corner
Empty from the bright moon feel dejected.
Silence disturbed loneliness again.
Walk in despair
Endless streets and alleys
The Big Dipper moves from star to star ―― The passage of time
Countless stars
Self-cooling without wind
cold blooded
Loneliness is the enemy.
When you are most helpless
He still bothers you.
Loneliness is a friend.
When you are most eager for success.
He is your foundation.
Enjoy all the loneliness.
Taste the hiking in the moonlight
Don't live up to your lonely kindness
Step 2 walk
Author: Oriental Jade Pavilion Modern
Fly instead of walking.
Maybe together.
We have surpassed our destination.
Use a car instead of walking
Fast wheel
Let trees become green barriers.
The blink of an eye
The wheel will have an answer.
go on foot
Measure with your feet only.
The distance from the starting point to the end point
Each blade
Clearly visible.
take measures
My vision is broadened.
The starting point is home.
The destination is also home.
Step 3: Walk
Text/Occupy the East China Sea (Desert Poplar) Modern
Spring. I am eager to put myself.
In the sun, but I can't get rid of it.
The entanglement of drizzle
Sorrow is like a needle, stuck outside the skin.
as if sitting on a spiked rug
The joy of Viola yedoensis is inexplicable.
Little feet, broken steps
As tight as a drum, put me
Forced to be surrounded by rape flowers
Unable to escape
Waiting for the cuckoo
Blow the whistle and the farmer can clean the gap with a sickle.
4. Hiking-Qiao Feng
Author: Xue Tao Hyundai
-Dedicated to the hometown people who love hiking and Qiao Feng.
Yesterday, at the foot of the mountain.
Still complaining about the pain of snow.
Today, the spring breeze
Smoothing the scars of residual snow
Qiao Feng stretched out his hibernating waist.
Wake up the river under your feet.
As a result, the river shed a winter poem. ...
Like hiking
Small-town residents who like Qiao Feng
Willing to count the steps from town to bridge.
People who love Qiao Feng deeply.
I am also willing to measure the time and space distance between a small town and a village.
People who love Qiao Feng deeply.
Would rather push a cup for a change,
With the old farmer, in the starry sky under the gaze of words.
Sangma
Leaning on the balcony and looking into the distance.
Feel the moment when the sweat of the old farmer dripped into the soil.
Meditate on a pole
Pray for the fulfillment of the fate of the grain.
……
Another heavy autumn,
Make the Phoenix Bridge creak
The old farmer smiled a few more wrinkles.
Songlinnong Wuzhifeng
The river played the song of harvest. ...
Walking can lengthen your figure.
It seems that bones can be shortened in late autumn.
I haven't had time to change into warm non-slip shoes.
Snow will make towns white, and so will Qiao Feng.
Qiao Feng put on her white pajamas.
Plan a hibernating dream
The river also held its breath.
Ready to settle down for a winter story ...
5. Walk home at midnight
Author: Jingyi Modern
Farewell to the body of speed
Walking home on an autumn night
Can you clear your brain?
Street lamps lined up quietly.
Stand guard for me all the way
Dark street trees
Put away your angular personality
Like a child who made a mistake, he was punished.
Step on a hard object
All the softness
It's not hidden
Sprinkle white dew while walking.
The chill enveloped the past.
Vague sweet words
Waiting for the test of the morning sun
Welcome an ordinary autumn.