Ginkgo landscape poems

1. Song Geshao's poem "What I saw in the morning book" describing ginkgo trees

Waiting for the sun, the moon and the east,

Regardless of frost and wind.

Turn the yellow ginkgo leaves all over the floor,

Suddenly, it was a great success.

Partridge. Double ginkgo biloba

Charm is not very good, the orange in front of you can be a slave.

Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.

Who is the ice lotus? Drunk, Ming Taizu relies too much on truth.

The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.

Shen Quanqi in the early Tang Dynasty: Sleeping in Qipanling.

Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides.

Xiao Yue is near the window, and the Tianhe River is low.

Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night.

Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.

Chen, the guardian of the palace, wrote an inscription under the ginkgo tree.

The tree dragon will meet Lv Hou, and the smoke will disappear like a cage floating mountain.

V-shaped petals lotus seat, layer upon layer bun head.

There are 20 generations of emperors in history, separated by people and immortals.

It seems that all ages have become an illusion, and the only son is a long-lived partner.

Praise the ancient poems of Ginkgo biloba;

Seven Unique Five Ginkgo Heart Words (Couplet)

one

See also brocade, cedar and embroidered golden wind, life is the most dazzling.

Although it's a pity that it's too late to pursue my dreams, I will eventually wear glory as a laurel.

two

We should not only wear the laurels of glory, but also think about the storms of the years.

If you win more customers, you will be a beautiful girl in October.

three

It is difficult to wake up from a dream when you are young.

Who asked Jin Guangdao when swimming? Can you divide an inch of danger when laying brocade?

four

Shop brocade to know an inch of Dan, and sprinkle gold in your hometown.

Infatuation is still in love, so I sent a yellow butterfly to dance in the sky.

five

Although I let the yellow butterfly dance in the blue sky, I never wasted my happiness.

Acacia wrapped around the branches and then got together to write brilliantly!

2. Sentences describing the beauty of ginkgo trees in autumn sentences describing the beauty of ginkgo trees in autumn:

1, autumn is the most beautiful season for ginkgo trees. The leaves were green with yellow at first, then turned yellow-green, and in late autumn, all the trees turned golden yellow. Huang Cancan's leaves sparkle in the sun. A gust of wind blew, and the light jumped among the leaves, as if the elves were playing happily.

2. Ginkgo biloba leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than leaves in spring and summer, but full of maturity! Because it knows how to give, it is what it is now. It is selfless and silent for the cycle of life.

3. When autumn comes, the green ginkgo leaves begin to turn yellow, especially in the cold dew season of the first frost, the ginkgo leaves gradually turn from green to yellow, and then from yellow to gold. At this time, Ginkgo biloba leaves decorate the ginkgo tree golden, noble and particularly beautiful.

The leaves on the trees are not as green as they were in spring and summer, some are dark green, some are yellow green, some are orange ... They have lost their dazzling brilliance in their heyday. When the breeze blows, the small leaves of trees of all colors shake together and make a rustling sound.

3. Ginkgo biloba's beautiful poem "Twenty Tour in Wangchuan". Wang Wei's Wenxing Pavilion

Satellites are planted as beams and citronella as knots.

I didn't know that the clouds in the building were rain on the earth.

Partridge with ginkgo biloba and Li Qingzhao.

Charm is not very good, the orange in front of you can be a slave.

Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither.

Who is the ice lotus? Drunk, Ming Taizu relies too much on truth.

The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.

Ginkgo king ganlong

Coca, regardless of people's surroundings, is luxuriant in foliage and sunny and green.

The vicissitudes of the outside world are illusory, and the mountains vaguely remember them.

Wu Kuan, Seven-character Rhyme

Hundreds of pieces of Zhu-style "Dongting" in autumn.

Picking oranges at random after frost will lead to taro loss in the snow.

You don't have to fill the bag and write at the back of the book.

But I'm worried about Jiahui, and it's hard to continue begging for trees in the mountains.

Ode to Ginkgo biloba is endless (Northern Song Dynasty)

In the city, Zhumen Hanlin House, the breeze and bright moon blow curtains.

Jade thin wrist white, rotten silver broken.

A Youmei (Song)

Northerners look at duck feet, while southerners look at walnuts;

Knowing the inside without knowing the outside is like a cloud of doubt.

Plum with duck feet is named for its high leaves.

My hometown Xuancheng County is proud of it.

Plant trees for 30 years, sow to prevent evil.

Skinning hands without skin, holding the palace to save Cao.

Everyone is happy today. I recommend wine over grapes.

When I first heard the praise from the emperor's garden, I received the praise from the king.

There are rewards for the rich, and gold for the jade bowl.

Ginkgo biloba leaves covered with trees are like handfuls of ingenious gold fans, which are really painted by immortals and beautifully written.

Ginkgo has taken root in fifty rings, and there are more than one sail of China juniper. It's lush and rainy in midsummer, and it's hard to get rid of it. In autumn, the golden leaves fall, and I don't feel red. Attached is the centennial blueprint exhibition of China.

As soon as I turned around, a tall and straight tree caught my eye, and its thick branches were so strong; Its thick leaves still retain the color of spring, one yellow and one green, which is in sharp contrast with the ginkgo tree I saw before. I really admire the magic of nature's magic pen.

Ginkgo biloba leaves in autumn are far less vibrant than those in spring and summer, but full of maturity! Because it knows how to give, it is what it is now. It is selfless and silent for the cycle of life.

4. Write 1 this sentence about the scenery of ginkgo trees in autumn. Until the rustling autumn, pieces of ginkgo leaves began to float down from the trees. Sometimes a little lonely. However, when the ginkgo tree became angry, it called up a strong wind and rained countless leaves. It seems that leaves don't grow from the inside, but others insist on sticking them.

2, a breeze blowing, Ginkgo biloba leaves trembling in the branches, "rustling" sound, like singing; Dance like a ballet dancer. From a distance, ginkgo trees danced rhythmically, one after another, as if the waves were surging forward. Looks like a close-up fan for you. How beautiful!

In the autumn wind, some leaves seem to want to dance with the wind, so they fly down in a whirl, just like golden butterflies flying. Other leaves don't seem to get enough sunshine, but they just shake slightly on the branches.

5. Praise ginkgo sentences or poems, and plant "Ginkgo trees are yellow"

When I get up early.

A little boy leaning against the fence

Sparrows twittered happily around the tree.

I don't know what kind of picture this is

The leading sparrow fluttered from the top of the tree.

When the birds leave together.

I just found out

Yesterday's apricot tree

Ye Er is turning yellow.

Because there are no apricots on the tree.

A string of orange fruits.

She is just a tree.

Not in a neat row.

So I know she is not the one I have seen.

Miss Xinger.

Through the window that day

Suddenly I found that both sides of Bayi Road became neat and spacious.

They disappeared.

I was shocked-

Where is my Xinger?

She used to wear a fashionable plump green dress.

She used to open her long, soft arms.

She used to laugh happily.

She used to stand on tiptoe.

Give me an oval fruit.

But where is she now?

The apricot tree in front of us is yellow.

There is also a leaf.

I wonder if it's a bird's flying shock.

I still don't like the cheerfulness of birds.

Or the loneliness of the poor little boy

Unexpectedly, I fell behind.

But where is my Xinger?

Where will she be placed now?

She will also be at this time.

It's starting to turn yellow.

red

A rustle floated down.

two

gingkgo

Author: dragon stripes whip shadow

I dare not call it romance.

This kind of romance goes three thousand miles at a time.

Three thousand miles of the sun.

It's just a light.

A short trip, I ...

Waited and waited for 30 years.

Waiting for the latitude of the earth at the foot of the sun.

Moving north in spring is still in the imagination.

Language has lost its desire to fly.

The letterhead is left on the moon at the bottom of the cabinet.

And stay there to catch butterflies flying.

Capture the dream shadow left by the flower soul to the earth

And time always comforts me absently.

Promise with advanced physical strength and imagination

Freeze the blooming time and time again with tears.

Put a ring on the other hand with death

Beat the hard shell of dreams with horseshoes

Mortgage the income tax of emotional credit with blood

I dare not call it vicissitudes.

I dare not drown the future with dense words.

I'm just a waiting ginkgo.

Walking from the fields, looking for clarity in the water.

I feel like my heart is full of fluctuations.

But my feet are full of seeds waiting for spring.

I still can't melt the soil.

You can't break the deep winter with the language of petals

Ginkgo biloba, dear ginkgo biloba

How many seasons can you have?

Is that God still taking good care of you?

Please say it for me.

Tell all the pictures of revelry and wonder without encryption.

On the Hardness and Durability of Ma Tie Glacier

6. Poem 1 describes the beautiful scenery of ginkgo forest in autumn, and ginkgo in autumn Author: Wong Kar-wai presents a natural scene when modern autumn comes. Leaves fluttered to the ground like Huang Die, covered with a golden carpet. Soft and bare data did not block the sun, let the sun warm the gradually cold earth. Speaking of ginkgo biloba, there is a century-old ginkgo tree in our school. Every winter, the tall and straight ginkgo tree in the school becomes a beautiful landscape, standing upstairs looks like a kind old man with blond hair and blue eyes. Whenever the north wind blows, the golden leaves of ginkgo trees begin to fly. The scene is really beautiful. A breeze blew through the golden ginkgo leaves and began to fly in droves like cheerful butterflies. Suddenly, they flew high and landed gently, and the whole playground became a stage for them to show their charm. The whimper turned into beautiful music. Finally, they fell to the ground one by one, and the whole playground seemed to be covered with a golden carpet.

2, meet Ginkgo Author: Swallow Modern in your most beautiful season, I came, because of your charm, even a thousand miles away. Wan Li, will come as scheduled. Walking into the forest, your brilliance expresses vitality. In this golden aura, I feel that you have brought me different surprises.

Coming here, it seems that I really walked in and just visited. Is there reincarnation in the world, and my face is full of youthful vitality? The scenery here is so charming that I want to become a bird, wait in this land, nest here, fly here and go in this spring and summer.

3. Beautiful Ginkgo Forest Author: Swallow, the long modern river passes through the distant tunnel. Did you have such beautiful sunshine hundreds of millions of years ago? The golden color of a tree turned into a vivid picture. I came to meet you gently in this clear autumn. The soft soil holds the tall and straight trunk, and the branches stretch out their hands, holding hands as promised. Holding hands, I watched the golden leaves and dust rustling with the autumn wind. It seems that the yearning for a thousand years is also telling the changes here. After the golden leaves fall, there will be a beautiful ginkgo forest next year. We will meet next autumn. 4. Ginkgo biloba in Autumn Author/Hwaming Zhang Since the modern autumn, several ginkgo biloba leaves on the riverbank have turned yellow day by day. We have forgotten the four seasons and the arrival of autumn. These ginkgo trees stubbornly tell us that it is late autumn and winter will come soon. 5. Ginkgo Tree in Autumn/Loneliness and Happiness Modern has long wanted to write a poem for you. What should I write from the day when the first leaf of the chilly spring branch was born? It is said that you melt into a light green bud in spring, which can represent the general meaning of a season in spring. Write summer. Write about your tall and straight body. Born in the northwest, Diamond Poplar is a person who struggles for life. Then write your fruit. Spindle-shaped seeds can be used as medicine. The name of ginkgo biloba is well known, and it is crisp in autumn. I believe that miracles will shine before my eyes. I dragged a leaf in the early morning cream with a cool breeze, wearing a plain long skirt and shining in the golden autumn sun, which brought unexpected surprises to my eyes. I know this must be the last ray of golden light that life dedicated to the season, leaving a brilliant and unforgettable memory for the years.

7. The modern poem "Millennium Ginkgo" describing Ginkgo biloba

Never seen you before.

however

I can imagine you.

hardwood

Umbrella canopy

After a thousand years of wind blowing

Drink up the Millennium rain.

The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea.

But it's a little overflowing.

Tasteless pride

Hide in the mountains

Tender feelings in the years

The mountain wind roared by from time to time.

Knock at the door from time to time

Window lattice of memory

Quiet and peaceful rhythm

dulcet

But there's a hint.

An imperceptible injury

fan blade

It has been air-dried for some time.

take me to

Complex pain

Bookmarks of the years

Slowly open the curtain

Sector memory

purely

But how many?

Bad mark

8. Poems about praising Ginkgo biloba leaves and friendship (1) are full of flowers, and colorful neon lights look brilliant.

Thousands of flowers set each other off and the sun shines on the oasis. (2) The new bud contains Tanrui dew, and the buzzing butterfly dances with love.

Zuiyan smiles are different, and the high and low rhymes freely. Spring is deep, you don't have to drink sake, send lovesickness poems. Chapter 2: Apricot blossoms and rain melt in March. When we place our best expectations on the reverie of spring, spring will weave the thoughts of fragrant grass into beautiful dreams and give them to those who expect them and the earth, so we have the story of spring, the dream of spring, the cultivation and hope of spring.

-Xiaoxiao's "Spring Letter" "Good rain knows the season. When spring comes, sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently." The season has the magic of a magician, and the spring news is bright and the spring is strong.

Spring, like a poem sung by a song, begins to beat the sound of breaking ground from the roots of spring grass. Overnight, the mountains became greener and the water began to turn pure and clear blue. From the light and shadow of stained glass in the middle of the river, ripples swept away to the sky. Only when the sparkling waves roll up the dense sky light, dispel the silence of winter all the way and welcome the warm current from the equator, is joy and joy.

"Spring blossoms and everything is brilliant". The poet said that spring is not riding down the mountain, but walking barefoot through a spring stream, just like a smiling goose girl walking towards the ridge, the well platform and the pond.

I still remember that the prose master Prishven once wrote a one-sentence essay "Huaxi", "Where the spring water flows, there are now torrents of flowers everywhere." In order to better understand the essence of this essay, I asked another essayist Pavstovsky's "Facing Autumn" to supplement this essay: "Even if only the wasteland is the witness of your victory, they will become colorful and beautiful, and spring will live in your heart forever."

Spring always contains the magic of food. Following the footsteps of spring, the small animals began to wake up slowly and meet in this day of returning to the earth in spring.

Butterflies are flying, bees are flying, birds are whispering, swallows are playing in the water, and rape flowers are competing for each other. A long dragon has blossomed golden flowers, which makes the hilly areas where nothing grows in the past charming. The grass withered all winter, extending from the roadside in front of the door to the mountains and valleys, holding hands with the lush new green and fresh goose yellow in spring, accompanied by flowers, smiling at a bride waiting for the boudoir by the door, happily and willfully dating the splendid spring.

The vegetation that has been silent for a winter seems to smell the breath of spring. The crowded and shy head leans out from the soil, water, trunk and sky, quietly feeling the warm current from east to west and quietly sharing the poetry of spring. Listen, the spring rain is falling, the rain is graceful, the fog yarn rolls up the skirt of spring and dances all the way to the natural world; You see, the spring is bright, the sun is warm and flowing, and the charming face is colorful and charming.

Spring is like the tide, flowers are like the sea, and nature gives you beauty without reservation. You don't like it either. Spring is coming, the rain is nourishing the earth, the blue waves are rippling, and the mountains and rivers spend the moonlight, reflecting the mountains and rivers in the north and south.

Spring has come, so suddenly, so hastily, so hastily that people have no time to prepare. Silent snowflakes in the cold winter have gone away and gone without a trace, leaving endless blue sky and bright clouds in spring.

The warm breeze rolled up a corner of the spring yarn, and the warm sunshine shone on the sleeping land, like clouds and smoke, like silk forging, and the warm current came to my face, covering the earth with colorful colors and the breath of spring. The world in spring is dominated by nature, and everything in nature is unpredictable in spring.

"The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet." Full of spring, walking in the streets, Shan Ye and fields, let the sunshine touch our hair roots delicately, and a warm current flows into our hearts from the hair tips.

Spring comes uninvited, and all creatures cheer for its freshness, agility and vitality. Strutting in the spring of March, everything around us is changing with the drift of spring, moving into aura, from tranquility to fairyland, dreaming of tranquility and strangeness. The fields are filled with the information of spring, changing and dancing everywhere.

Since ancient times, people have exhausted almost all beautiful words to describe and praise spring, because everything in spring is revived and the scenery is pleasant, because spring is full of vitality and pregnant with hope. Strolling through the garden of ancient poetry and poetry, the poet is full of colorful flowers and plants, which is dizzying. Pick a few flowers casually and read slowly, and you will be intoxicated with the rhythm of spring before you know it.

Chunqin. With the dedicated songs of cuckoo, partridge and turtledove, she awakens all the life on the earth, awakens all the sleeping green grass and flowers to smile, awakens the wild cherry blossoms and azaleas all over the mountains to bloom in the wind, and calls for a bright and moist April day on the earth.

"In the guest poems, the news of apricot blossoms and the sound of rain" is immersed in these poems praising spring, and I always feel that there is a deep meaning of cherishing spring. It must be women who feel spring first.

It is said that women are like flowers. Who doesn't like flowers in spring? Women are most sensitive to spring, and their brisk pace is almost the same as that of spring, even a little ahead. Before spring, I couldn't wait to shed my bloated cotton-padded clothes and put on bright, relaxed and colorful spring clothes. Spring, almost forced out by the enthusiasm of women, has been slow to return. If you come out later, the spring scenery of the whole world may be taken away by these eye-catching women.

"The spring breeze is full of affection and blows me away." Women in spring are graceful in figure, graceful in posture and beautiful in smile. They wear red, yellow, green, short-sleeved and low-cut spring clothes with bare legs, and have a variety of amorous feelings.

Like flowers in full bloom, they are full of vitality and fragrance, competing with each other, and the spring scenery is infinite. Willow buds are decorated with a little light green on the twigs. Inadvertently, the pear flower turned white, the peach blossom turned red, and the bean flower also opened a pair of black eyes.

In fact, the spring scenery of nature is not comparable to that of the world.

9. Ginkgo ancient sentence 1. In summer, the bud becomes a leaf, the size of a bottle cap, and the color is greener than before. Pieces of green ginkgo leaves are like butterflies, dotted on the branches and want to fly.

2. Ginkgo biloba leaves are shaped like handfuls of small fans dotted on ginkgo trees. There are waves of breeze blowing, and ginkgo leaves rustle like wind chimes. It was blown to pieces, and from time to time a few branches and leaves fell down, like a few proud yellow butterflies flying in the air, falling to the ground and throwing themselves into the arms of Mother Earth.

Look at the thick green fan-shaped leaves and golden teeth. Under the low-angle sunlight in autumn, people feel not decadent, but an extremely beautiful visual effect, a kind of beauty that blends summer and autumn.

4. Holding the leaf stem and rubbing it back and forth, you become a beautiful ballet dancer in a blink of an eye. It spins and jumps, and its wide skirt dances with its toes. With the autumn symphony, it dances the most touching dance.

5. Look! A gust of autumn wind blew, and the Ginkgo Garden fell from the tree like countless golden butterflies flying all over the sky. The students shouted excitedly and chased the "Golden Butterfly" happily.