A collection of modern poems about scenery

1. Modern poems describing scenery

Jingu Garden by Du Mu The prosperous things disperse the fragrance and dust, and the flowing water is ruthless and the grass springs from spring.

At dusk, the east wind sings the birds, and the falling flowers are like people falling from a building. Miscellaneous Poems Anonymous Nearby, the grass is luxuriant in the cold rain, and the wheat seedlings are reflected in the wind and the willows reflect the embankment.

Are you still waiting to find your home? The cuckoo cries to my ears. Jinling Map Wei Zhuang The river is raining and the grass is flowing. The six dynasties are like a dream and the birds are singing in the sky.

The most ruthless willows in Taicheng are still smoking ten miles across the embankment. Chuzhou West Stream Wei Yingwu I am walking along the quiet grassy stream alone, with orioles chirping in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain that comes late, and there is no boat crossing the wild river. Spring Dawn Meng Haoran Sleep in spring without realizing the dawn.

Crying birds are heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain at night.

How many flowers have fallen? Que Ti Liu Xu The road ends with white clouds, and the spring is long with clear streams.

From time to time, fallen flowers arrive, and the fragrance is carried by the flowing water from afar. The free door faces the mountain road, and the deep willow reading hall.

Every day, the bright light shines on your clothes. Du Shenyan visited the Jinling Mausoleum with Lu Cheng in early spring. He was the only eunuch visitor who was surprised by the new phenology.

The clouds rise above the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring. Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to green.

Suddenly I heard the ancient tune of the song, and I felt like thinking about it. In the spring of Bude, all things shine brightly -------ancient Chinese Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors----"Tang He Zhizhang" "Ode to the Willows" The light rain on the sky street is as moist as a crisp, but the color of grass looks far away but is not seen up close.

The most beneficial thing about spring is the willows that fill the imperial capital with smoke - Han Yu of the Tang Dynasty, "Early Spring Presents to Zhang Shiba of the Water Department" A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. ----------Two Evening Scenes on the Spring River by Hui Chong by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with a thousand colors and reds--------Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty "Spring Day" The clothes are wet with apricot blossoms The rain does not blow the cold willow wind on my face. ---------- "Quatrains" by Monk Zhinan of the Southern Song Dynasty. The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.

――――Bai Juyi 〈〈Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake〉〉 When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. ――――Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream" The spring tide brings rain late in the evening, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

――――Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream" Ancient poems describing spring and famous lines describing spring (1) Spring is late, and the plants and trees are luxuriant. Cang Geng chops and chops, and picks Qi Qi.

Chichi: slow. Huimu: vegetation.

luxuriant: the appearance of lush grass. Cang Geng: Oriole.

喈刈: Birds singing in harmony. Fan: white mugwort.

Qi Qi: Many. "The Book of Songs·Xiaoya·Chuche" It is mid-spring, and the sun is harmonious. Yanghe: the warmth of spring. "Historical Records·The Chronicles of the First Emperor of Qin" Budze in Yangchun, all things are shining. Ancient Han Dynasty Yuefu poem "Long Song Xing" Yangchun Bairi The wind is fragrant. "Three Jin Baiqi Dance Poems" from an ancient Jin Yuefu poem. "Three Poems about Jin Baiqi Dances". In February and March, the grass and water are the same color.

Tun: station, gather. "Enter Pengli Lake Mouth" by Xie Lingyun in the Southern Song Dynasty Spring grass grows in the pond, and the willows in the garden change into songbirds. Change into songbirds: the singing birds change species.

Two sentences say that winter has passed and spring has come, and the birds have changed. Southern Song Dynasty Xie Lingyun's "Climbing the Pond and Going Up the Tower" Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous heroes fill the land. Fuchunzhou: a sandbank covered with spring.

Miscellaneous; various flowers. Fangdian: Suburbs.

Liang Xie Tiao of the Southern Dynasties, "Climbing the Three Mountains at Night and Looking at the Capital City" sent a message to Luo City for its beautiful scenery, and the beauty of spring will be doubled next year. Luo City: Luoyang City. Fengri: Spring scenery.

Tao: Say. Tang Dynasty Du Shenyan's "Spring Day in Beijing" The clouds rise out of the sea and the plum blossoms cross the river in spring.

Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to green apple. Haishu: sunrise on the sea. Plum willows crossing the river in spring: Plum willows crossing the river, the south of the Yangtze River is full of spring scenery.

Shuqi: the warm breath of spring. Turn green apple waves: Make the apple grass in the water turn green.

The meaning of the four sentences is: colorful clouds rise on the sea with the morning sun, plum blossoms and green willows bring spring across the river, yellow birds sing in the warm spring light, and the sunshine greens the apple grass. Tang Du Shenyan's "Early Spring Tour with Jinling Lu Cheng" I don't know who made the cut, the spring breeze in February is like scissors Tang He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willow": "The jasper is made up as high as a tree, and thousands of green silk threads hang down.

I don’t know who to cut out, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

"The flowers in the forest are falling more and more, and the paths and grasses are still alive. Tang Meng Haoran's "Nine Phases of Searching for the Happy King in Spring" The water in the lake is clear in February, and spring birds are singing in every house. Tang Yu Haoran's "Nine Phases of Searching for the Happy King in Spring" I heard that Chun has not met yet, so I walked next to him. News of a Visit to the Winter Plum Blossoms by Tang Li Bai "A Letter to Wang Hanyang in Early Spring" The plum blossoms are gone in the cold snow, and the spring breeze returns to the willows of Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Eight Songs for Palace Music" The east wind returns with spring, sending me flowers on the branches Tang Li Bai "Reminiscences of the Sunset in the Mountains" The east wind spreads Rain and dew meet people in the spring of Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Send Qi Ang to Drop in Bazhong" In February and March of Xianyang, the palace is flat with snipe? Tang Li Bai's "Ancient Style" If the spring grass is sentimental, the mountains are still green. Tang Li Bai's "Reply to Su Xiucai from Kinmen" There are falling flowers from time to time. "Que Ti" by Tang Liu Zhenxu of the Tang Dynasty. "Que Ti" by Liu Zhenxu of the Tang Dynasty. Flying snow accompanies the return of spring, and the good courtyards are leisurely at dawn. "The snow is a hill" by Liu Zhenxu of the Tang Dynasty. The road ends with white clouds, and the road is covered with spring and green streams. The white clouds cover the sky, and the spring scene is as continuous as the green water.

"Que Ti" by Liu Yanxu of the Tang Dynasty The fragrant trees are falling without people, and the birds are singing all the way in the spring mountain. "Spring Journey Improvisation" by Tang Li Hua is an ancient poem describing spring. And famous sentences describing spring (2) The catkins are late and the feathers are red and light. The day is long and the male birds are far away. The first two sentences describe the red flowers and the catkins are plain.

The last two sentences refer to the color of the day. Gradually. The spring color is faint and far away. I can only listen to the birds coughing. No one comes and goes. There is only the firewood gate. "Spring Transport" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The branches are easy to fall one after another, and the tender pistils are open carefully. "Seven Quatrains of Looking for Flowers Alone by the River" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. "The forest flowers are wet with swift branches, and the water lilies carry the wind and green belts with long swallow branches: rouge. Nymphaeum: a kind of aquatic herbaceous plant.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Qujiang Yu", the color of snow in Ling. Return to the day lily, leaking the spring scenery with wicker day lily: a kind of grass that the ancients thought could make people forget their worries. This sentence says that the day lily sprouts and invades the snow.

Leak: Revealed by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty. The spring breeze has risen, and the frost has been removed last night. Tang Du's "I am far away and my younger brother Ying Guan, etc." . "

The morning comes with new fires and new smoke, and the lake is clear with spring scenery. Passenger ships are heading towards: morning. "Two Poems of the Qingming Festival" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Just like the spring breeze deceives each other, blowing several branches of flowers at night "First" The east wind is good at bringing peace to the sun, and every grass and flower brings back the peace: the warm air of spring.

Tang Qianqi's "Spring Suburbs" The swallows do not return until spring is late, and there is a cloud of mist and rain with apricots. Flower Han Ting: The water bank is flat. The poet Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty "Su Xi Pavilion" has a clear scene in the New Year, and the green willows are only half yellow and half uniform; most of them are uneven. "Early Spring in the East" The spring water of the Yangtze River is dyed green, and the lotus leaves are as big as those in Qian Tang's "Spring Farewell" by Zhang Ji. It sometimes rains at three or two o'clock, and there are ten and five branches of flowers everywhere. This is a description of the scenery during the Qingming Festival.

. 2. Modern poems about scenery

I recommend one of my favorites, "Broken Chapter" by Bian Zhilin: You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery. People watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows. You decorate other people's dreams. Leave this place and see a different sky. My heart can't wait to fly. I haven't been to the desert yet, but I have already felt its desolation. The wind blows and blows, leaving winding vicissitudes on the sand dunes. It has not yet arrived. I have crossed the sea, but I have fallen in love with its immeasurableness. In the deepest center, I just want to wander and wander with the waves. Do I no longer miss my hometown? Freedom is a beautiful loneliness, just like the moon hanging in the sky. NO.2 Spring, that is a beauty The scenery. People, with the changes of the four seasons, finally took off their thick winter clothes and put on their flower-like smiles. They quietly looked at the crowds in the wind, which connected with my reverie and brought my Thoughts: In the winter without snow, the broken love has left me. The old vows of love have disappeared. Could it be that sentence: There is no snow in the winter without love. The burned cigarette butts, together with the broken clothes, Throw them away together. Stand up and say loudly to yourself: Note, spring is also a beautiful scenery. Answered by: The little fish too lazy to take a bath - Manager Level 4 3-10 13:06 The afternoon sun ignited the dim flame of happiness in the heart. Spreading to the green corridor, the fragrant fragrance of words shakes to the ground. The melancholy and budding hope sing on the passionate branches. Hold the soothing notes and read the lonely path. The thoughts of the cold winter turn into an ocean of love. Intoxicated by the wind of the North, the sadness of the mortal world is washed away. I take a handful of blue sea water and drink a cup of green spring light. I draw a picture with a pen and let me stir up my poetry. I weave a dream with my heart and let me compose music in the waves? The dim heart, the happy fire spreads to the green corridor, the fragrant fragrance of words shakes to the ground, the melancholy and budding hope sings on the passionate branches, holds the soothing notes, understands the lonely direction, and rationalizes the transformation of winter thoughts. A sea of ??love intoxicated me, the wind of the north washed away the sadness of the mortal world, I took a handful of blue sea water, drank a cup of green spring light, drew a picture with a pen, let me stir up the poetry, weaved a dream with my heart, let me be in the waves. Compose music there? Answered by: Xiaoyin FLOWERS - Probation Level 1 3-10 13:08 Farewell to Cambridge. I left quietly, just as I came gently; I waved goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart. The green banana-plant on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water; I would willingly be a waterweed in the soft waves of Cambridge! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Just take a punt pole and row upstream to where the grass is greener, load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight. But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are silent for me too, silence is tonight's Cambridge! I left as quietly as I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a single cloud.

Under the moon, when the cuckoos are away, I look at the quiet shadow of the bridge and count the ripples of the mother-of-pearl. I lean on the moss on the stone railing to warm it, and the moss cools my heart; Yue'er, you The bride who is out of school is shy, covering up your beautiful head with brocade quilt. You stayed here last night. Do you want her permission to come tonight? Listening to the bells of the temple tower in the distant village, it is like the light waves in the dream coming and going, the rising and resting tide of the sea of ??worry, the drifting and stumbling boat! The water is sparkling, the night is dark, and I wonder where is my passionate friend. The wind is blowing, the willows are fluttering, and the elm coins are fighting. It makes people remember the singing voice that hurts spring. Friends in early spring, it is spring. Dispel sorrow, wipe away tears and smile towards the sun. Although there are no flowers yet, the torrent has washed away the shackles of winter. Flooding the plains and mountains with sweet fragrance, although there is no singing of birds yet. The waterfalls are splashing and scattering thousands of silver beads. The foggy dawn rolls along the boulevards at dusk, but just wait. Once thunder breaks out, the dark clouds flee in haste. That is the most beautiful and best dream. Maybe it comes gloriously in one night, but there is still chill and frost-like troubles. If you Listen carefully to the Wulao Peak, the strong wind is still howling and trembling in the valley, it seems that they are howling together, but there are already a few small cuckoos, like blowing flames that are not extinguished, making the world warm, even the clouds are no longer floating. Friends, let us say spring The reason why it is beautiful and rich is that it has passed through the final cliff. 3. Modern poems describing scenery

Spring Dream/

I like

to call dreams in spring

Spring Dreams

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I try hard to dream about you

But it’s always in vain

I like to turn the pillow over when I wake up

I heard that this is done , dreams will come true

In this daydreaming spring

What I am tossing and turning over is

I can’t sleep alone

2. Recommendation The gate to the beginning of spring

I heard the chirping of birds

There are a few primulas in Chengxiao

They dare not enter the city

< p> Just cheering and jumping outside the effect

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside

It makes me feel close to them

They are my friends< /p>

They seem to be relatives I met by chance

They are looking for unknown insects

Making friendly sounds to their companions

In effect Besides, I fell in love with the sound of birds

In the singing of birds

I opened the door of spring

3. This spring

My heart is very confused this spring

Sometimes I think of certain tombstones

Sometimes I think of my childhood

My heart is very confused this spring

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The poems of spring have been written by spring

My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas

In this spring

I What else can I do?

Who else can I embrace spring and time with?

Autumn

He Qifang

Shocked the morning Covered with dewdrops,

the tinkling sound of logging drifted out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has been fragrant with rice,

Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

Live in a farmhouse in autumn.

Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river,

Put away the shadow of the cypress leaves like blue bream.

The reeds are covered with white frost,

The little oar is gently swaying as it returns to the mooring.

Autumn games on fishing boats.

The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.

The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones.

Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone?

The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.

Autumn - Haizi

Use our bones lying on the ground

to write on the beach: youth. Then carry the aging father on his back

The long direction of time is interrupted

Animal-like fear fills our poems

Whose voice can reach the son of autumn, the night is long and noisy The sound

covers our bones lying on the ground——

Autumn has arrived.

Without any forgiveness or tenderness: Autumn has arrived

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<Qiu Si>

On the streets of autumn

I can’t find the rain lane

Chance encounters are like lilacs

The girl holding an oil-paper umbrella

On the bank of willows

There is no trace of spring

The bustling city

All that breaks into the ears are whistles

What cannot be heard is always the singing of birds and insects, including cicadas 4. Modern poems describing scenery

NO.1 I suddenly want to go Wandering

Leave this place

See a different sky

My heart can’t wait to fly

I haven’t been to the desert yet

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But I have already felt its desolation

The whistling wind blows

The winding vicissitudes of life are left on the sand dunes

Not yet I have been to the sea

but I have fallen in love with its immeasurableness

In the deepest center

I just want to ripple with the waves

Wandering and wandering

Don’t you miss your hometown any more

Freedom is a beautiful loneliness

Just like the moon hanging in the sky

NO. 2 Spring, that is a beautiful scenery.

People, as the four seasons change,

finally take off their thick winter clothes,

change Up, with a flowery smile.

Quietly looking at the crowds of people following the wind,

It brings up my reverie,

It also brings my thoughts :

In the winter when there is no snow,

The broken love has left me.

The once vowed alliance has disappeared.

< p> Could it be?

That sentence: There is no snow in winter without love.

Throw away the burned cigarette butts and the broken fake clothes

together.

Stand up and say loudly to yourself:

Note that spring is also a beautiful scenery. 5. What are the modern poems that describe scenery?

Sakura Snow Mountain Waterscape Tour ( Original)

When the wind blows through the cherry blossom tree,

The cherry blossom petals are blown away by the passionate wind,

and blown to the green lake,

The lake water is filled with sparkling ripples,

telling her romance.

When looking at Mount Fuji through the cherry blossom trees,

The cherry blossom trees and floating petals make Mount Fuji particularly beautiful.

Such a beautiful snow-capped mountain seems to be incarnate. For a beautiful woman,

tells her romance.

I am a tourist,

Seeing such a beautiful scenery,

I want to keep it in my mind forever,

If If possible,

I want to take the beautiful scenery away forever,

and never let the beautiful scenery leave my side.

The beautiful scenery is like a fairyland on earth,

It makes people deeply fascinated,

I would like to turn into a water bird in the pond,

Living by his side,

The scenery here knows that I am also romantic. 6. Modern poems about scenery

Poetry 1: On the river in autumn evening

Birds returning to their nests,

Although they are naked,

Still carrying the setting sun back.

With a flip of the wings,

dropped the setting sun on the river;

The white-headed reeds,

also turned into a flash of beauty. .

Poetry 2: Spring Dream

I like

to call dreams in spring

spring dreams

I try hard to dream about you

But it’s always in vain

I like to turn over the pillow when I wake up

I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true

In this imaginative spring

What I turn over and over again is

Can’t sleep alone

Poem 3: Xiaoxiao in the city The woods

are turning green, my little woods

Ants and flying insects in the woods

These humble lives come with spring

Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling

Using my soft head to open the door closed by the soil

On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats< /p>

Swinging his long beard and bleating

Shocking my youth and soul

A black goat walked towards me

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Tears of happiness hung on the face

Poetry 4: Sunset on the Autumn River

Drunken by the flowing clouds in the Western Hills

The birds return together

< p> Autumn water falls and glows in two veins

The boat collects the net and carries the fish back

The wind blows the reed flowers and flies

I feel tired when I sigh

I often hate the rush of time

Let me relax and sing a song

All the joy and sorrow are put into the cup in the palm of my hand

My heart chases after the dusk clouds

Poetry Five: Open the door of spring

Hear the chirping of birds

There are a few primulas in Chengxiao

They dare not enter the city

p>

Just cheering and jumping outside the effect

They are as simple as farmers in the countryside

It makes me feel close to them

They are mine Friends

They seem to be relatives I met by chance

They are looking for unknown insects

Making friendly sounds to their companions

Outside the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds

In the singing of birds

I opened the door of spring

Poetry 6: Good Luck Bamboo

Quietly in a tall glass bottle

Before the new leaves are taken out

The old ones have already fallen off

What is left There are only branches that are falling

One by one, they gradually turn white, yellow and gradually turn into dark green

What a deserted green branch

Where is that one?

It is growing vigorously

Curled at the bottom of the vase

Carrying all life

The leaves rustle when the wind blows Ring

What is it talking about

It can’t bring me anything

Why is it called Lucky Bamboo

Just give it to me It’s just comfort in my heart

Poetry 7: Wind

It was the wind that night that made me intoxicated,

Looking at the stars on the horizon,

Under the light is a tranquil river,

It flows lonely into the distance,

It passes through the forest,

It passes through the silence ,

It passes through the hustle and bustle,

It passes through love.

It flows silently into the distance.

The morning breeze is refreshing, refreshing, and the joy of rebirth.

Poetry 8: This Spring

This spring my heart is very confused

Sometimes I think of certain tombstones

Sometimes I think of my childhood

My heart is very confused this spring

The poems of spring have been written by spring

My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas

In this spring

What else can I do

Who else can I embrace spring and time with? 7. Modern poems about landscapes

< p> Leave this place and see the different sky. My heart can’t wait to fly. I haven’t been to the desert yet, but I have already felt its desolation. The wind blows and blows, leaving winding vicissitudes on the sand dunes. I haven’t been to the sea yet, but I have already felt it. Falling in love with its infinity, in the deepest center, I just want to wander and wander with the waves. Do I no longer miss my hometown? Freedom is a beautiful loneliness, just like the moon hanging in the sky. NO.2 Spring, it is a beautiful scenery. People , with the changes of the four seasons, finally, I took off my thick winter clothes and put on my flower-like smile. I quietly looked at the crowds in the wind, which brought up my reverie and brought my thoughts: in the absence of In the snowy winter, the broken love has left me far away. The old vows of eternal love have disappeared. Could it be? That sentence: There will be no snow in the winter without love. Throw away the burned cigarette butts and the broken clothes. Stand up and say loudly to yourself: Pay attention, spring is also a beautiful scenery. Answer: Those who are too lazy to take a bath Xiaoyu - Manager Level 3-10 13:06 The afternoon sun ignited the dim heart, and the happy flame spread to the green corridor. The fragrant fragrance of words shook to the ground, and the melancholy and budding hope sang on the branches full of passion. Hold the soothing notes, read the path of loneliness, rationalize the cold winter thoughts, and transform into an ocean of love. Intoxicated by the wind of the north, the sadness of the mortal world is washed away. Take a handful of blue sea water, drink a cup of green spring light, and draw a picture with a pen. Painting makes me stir up my poetry. I weave a dream with my heart. It makes me compose music in the waves. It ignites the dim heart. The happy flame spreads to the green corridor. The fragrant fragrance of words shakes to the ground. The melancholy and budding hope are growing. Passionate branches sing, hold the soothing notes, read the path of loneliness, rationalize the cold winter thoughts, transform into an ocean of love, intoxicate with the wind of the north, wash away the sadness of the mortal world, hold a handful of blue sea water, drink a cup of green spring light Draw a picture with a pen and let me stir up the poetry. Weave a dream with my heart and compose music in the waves. Answered by: Xiaoyin FLOWERS - Probation Level 1 3-10 13:08 Farewell to Cambridge and let me go gently. Just as I came gently; I waved gently and said goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart. The green banana-plant on the soft mud sway gracefully under the water; I would willingly be a waterweed in the soft waves of Cambridge! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams.

Looking for a dream? Take a punt pole and row upstream to where the grass is ever greener, load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight. But I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are silent for me too, silence is tonight's Cambridge! I left as quietly as I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take away a single cloud.

Under the moonlight, when the cuckoos are away, I look at the quiet shadow of the bridge and count the ripples of the mother-of-pearl. I lean on the moss on the stone railing to warm it, and the moss cools my heart; Yue'er, you The bride who is out of school is shy, covering up your beautiful head with brocade quilt. You stayed here last night. Do you want her permission to come tonight? Listening to the bells of the temple tower in the distant village, it is like the light waves in the dream coming and going, the rising and resting tide of the sea of ??worry, the drifting and stumbling boat! The water is sparkling, the night is dark, and I wonder where is my passionate friend. The wind is blowing, the willows are fluttering, and the elm coins are fighting. It makes people remember the singing voice that hurts spring. Friends in early spring, it is spring. Dispel sorrow, wipe away tears and smile towards the sun. Although there are no flowers yet, the torrent has washed away the shackles of winter. Flooding the plains and mountains with sweet fragrance, although there is no singing of birds yet. The waterfalls are splashing and scattering thousands of silver beads. The foggy dawn rolls along the boulevards at dusk, but just wait. Once thunder breaks out, the dark clouds flee in haste. That is the most beautiful and best dream. Maybe it comes gloriously in one night, but there is still chill and frost-like troubles. If you Listen carefully to the Wulao Peak, the strong wind is still howling and trembling in the valley, it seems that they are howling together, but there are already a few small cuckoos, like blowing flames that are not extinguished, making the world warm, even the clouds are no longer floating. Friends, let us say spring The reason why it is beautiful and rich is that it has passed through the final cliff. 8. Modern poems about landscapes

Praise for the spring breeze

Liu Lifu

Praise for the warm spring breeze.

The ice knife and frost sword escaped without a trace.

Awaken the earth and rejoice everywhere.

The mountains and rivers are brushing, and the spring water is tinkling.

Birds sing and insects chirp.

Everything in the world is thriving.

Flick towards the village, Flick towards the capital.

Whisking towards factories and mines, towards military camps.

A new century, a new vision.

Revitalize China and have a bright future!

I admire the spring breeze and feel affectionately.

Comb the green willows and dye them pink.

Peonies bloom, roses welcome the wind.

The pear blossoms are like snow, and the orchids are fragrant.

The apricot blossoms are like fire, and the spring water is full of emotion.

The grass breaks through the ground, and the smiling faces are full of smiles.

The cauliflower is golden and the wheat seedlings are turning green.

Butterflies flutter and bees buzz.

The oriole spreads its wings and flies into the clear sky.

Beautiful mountains and rivers, beautiful and bright!

Love the spring breeze, gentle and light.

The village girls call each other and go for an outing in the wilderness.

Children play and fly kites.

Farmers raise their whips and plow for spring plowing.

Plant melons and beans, and you will live a prosperous life.

The school building is bright and clean, and the sound of books is loud.

The spring scenery is bright and the spring breeze is sentimental.

Painted with colored pens, a fairyland on earth.

The garden is full of spring flowers, and the spring scenery is like a screen.

I wish the motherland a spring breeze forever!

Sorry, my pinyin is not good~~~~~~~~~

"Waiting for you, in the rain" by Yu Guangzhong: Waiting for you, in the rain, cicadas in the rainbow-making rain The sound fell, and the frog's sound rose up like red flames in a pool of red lotus. In the rain, it doesn't matter whether you come or not, but I feel that every lotus looks like you, especially across the dusk, across this drizzle, for eternity, moment, moment. , Eternity is waiting for you, outside time but within time, waiting for you, in a moment, in eternity. If your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, Little Lover No. , this hand should be picking lotuses, this hand should be shaking a handle of cinnamon syrup in the Wu Palace, a star hanging in the magnolia boat on the cornice of the science museum like an earring, a Swiss watch said it was already seven o'clock, and suddenly you left Come and walk on the red lotus after the rain, gracefully, you come like a little order. From an allusion to love, you come. From Jiang Baishi's words, rhymingly, you come to Lin Huiyin's "Laughter": Laughter What is beautiful are her eyes, lips, and the round vortex on her lips. As gorgeous as dewdrops, the blossoming smile hides in the flash of shell teeth. It was a smile—the smile of God, the smile of beauty: the reflection of the water, the song of the wind. What’s smiling is her loose curly hair, which is scattered next to her ears. Light and soft like the shadow of a flower, the tickling sweetness floods into your heart. That is laughter - the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting: the traces of clouds, the soft waves of waves.

Fei Ming's "Star": The stars in the sky are said to be eternal spring flowers. The shadows of begonia flowers on the east wall are said to be the eternal autumn moon. Waking up in the morning is like a dream on a winter night. The stars in the middle of the night last night were as clean as a bright net, sparse but not lost. The spring flowers and autumn moon were also pure. The child is not a fish, but I know the fish.

"Fragment" by Bian Zhilin: You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

"Mistake" by Zheng Chouyu: I walked through the south of the Yangtze River. The faces waiting in the seasons are like the blooming and falling of lotus flowers. The east wind does not come, and the catkins in March do not fly. Your heart is like a small lonely city. If the bluestone street is silent in the evening, and the spring curtain of March is not lifted, your heart is a small window tightly covering my dada's horse hooves, which is a beautiful mistake. I am not a returnee, but a passerby... 9. Write Modern poems about scenery

Modern poems about scenery include

Spring Dream I like to call the dreams I have in spring Spring Dream. I try hard to dream of you but it is always in vain. I like it. I heard that turning over the pillow after waking up will make your dreams come true. In this spring of wild imagination, I turn over my pillow and find it hard to sleep.

Open the door of spring

Listen When the birds started chirping in the city, there were a few primroses. They did not dare to enter the city. They only cheered and jumped outside the city. They were as simple as farmers in the countryside, which made me feel close to them. They were my friends, and it was as if I had met by chance. They are looking for unknown relatives and make friendly sounds to their companions. In addition, I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the chirping of birds, I opened the door of spring

This spring

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This spring, my heart is in a mess. Sometimes I think of certain tombstones, and sometimes I think of my childhood. This spring, my heart is in a mess. Spring poems have been filled with spring. My dedication poems are spring grass leaves and corollas

In this spring

What else can I do? Who else can I embrace spring and time with?

Autumn

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The dewdrops covering the morning fell, and the tinkling sound of logging drifted out of the valley. Put down the sickle that has been filled with the fragrance of rice, and use the basket on your back to hold the plump fruits between the bamboo fences. Live in a farmhouse in autumn. Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river, and collect the shadows of black cypress leaves like blue bream. The reeds are covered with white frost, and the little oar is gently swaying back to the mooring. Autumn game on fishing boat. The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets. The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones. Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone, the flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night? Autumn dreams in the eyes of the shepherdess.