What are the poems about forests?

Poetry about the forest 1. What are the poems describing mountain life?

1, there is no way to recover from heavy mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village

The mountains overlap and the water twists and turns. I'm afraid there is no way out. Suddenly, a mountain village appeared in front of me.

2, thousands of miles green, water village Guo Shan wine flag wind. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

The spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in the vast trunk is picturesque, and the green leaves in Yanwu, Ying Ge set off bright red flowers.

3. Sunset in the lonely village, Western jackdaw in the west, an old tree smoking, and a little Fei Ying. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"

The sun has gradually set in the west, and the sunset glow on the horizon has gradually begun to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting how lonely the quiet village in the distance is, dragging its long shadow. The fog was faintly floating, several black crows perched on the rickety old tree, and a wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky.

4, the shepherd boy returned to the cow's back, and the piccolo blew out of the cavity. _ _ _ _ Lei Zhen's Country Night

The little shepherd boy rode on the back of the cow and went home slowly; Holding a piccolo, playing casually, without a fixed voice.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. _ _ _ _ Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village

Green Woods surround the village and green mountains span the city.

6, drums follow the Spring Society, and clothes are simple and ancient. _ _ _ _ Luyou Shanxi Village

The day of playing the flute and drums in the Spring Festival Club is coming. The villagers are dressed simply, and the ancient flavor is still preserved.

7. Nobody lies on the cow's back at sunset, bringing back western Western jackdaw in pairs. _ _ _ _ Zhang Shunmin's "Village Living, Water Around Vicious Fields, Bamboo Around Hedges"

As the sun sets, there is no shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow, only pairs of crows strolling on the path back to the village.

8, the rules outside the door have not stopped, and the sunset in the mountain village is long. _ _ _ _ Chen's "Giving People to the Capital"

Outside, the birds are constantly singing, the sun is setting, and the dreams in the mountain village are still constant.

9. Frost grass scissors and insect scissors are unique in Cunnan Village. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's Night in the Country

In a gray autumn grass beaten by frost, insects are whispering, and pedestrians around the mountain village are extinct.

10, the grass in the lonely village is far away, and the apricot flowers fly in the setting sun. _ _ _ _ Kou Zhun's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River, Endless"

The grass is spreading to the sky, and there are several huts in the distance, and pieces of apricot flowers are flying in the afterglow of the sunset.

2. Poems describing secluded paths in the forest

1. Lushan Tour

Song: Mei

In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery.

Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.

The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream.

I can't see any buildings or smoke, so I can't help wondering if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I suddenly heard a crow crowing on the distant mountain.

2. "People are crossing the Hu Su wine"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

In the evening, walking down from Zhongnanshan Mountain, there seems to be pedestrians on the mountain.

Looking back at the mountain path, the mountains are green and boundless.

When Hushan people came to his home, the children hurriedly opened Chai Men.

Into the bamboo forest, through the quiet path, green roses and branches brushed passers-by.

I'm glad to have a chance to have a rest, drink and chat.

Sing a melody that is too loose, and the Milky Way is sparse.

When I was drunk, my friend was so happy that Tao Ran forgot his machine.

3. Nian Nujiao Breaking the Rainbow Rain

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

On August 17, I stepped out of Yong 'an Tower with Zhu Sheng and went to Zhang Kuan Fuyuan for the moon.

Occasionally, there are famous wines, because the guests are treated like golden lotus flowers. The guest is Sun, who is good at playing flute.

Write long and short sentences in Yuefu without words.

Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, dyed mountains, trimmed eyebrows and new green.

Guiying helps the poor, who is going the way, and the brightness is not enough tonight?

Wan Li blue sky, Heng E where, driving this round of jade.

Cold light is messy, who is biased?

When I was young, I chased you. When the night was cool, I walked around Bird Mu Sen.

* * * Jin Furong, home in Wan Li, rare honour before.

In my life, I love bagpipes in the north and south of the Yangtze River.

Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frosted bamboo.

4,' Begonia in Spring and Autumn'

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

Now my hometown is full of begonia, and I dream of entering the splendid heap in Jiangxi.

At this time, although spring returns, everything is thriving, but people are old; Swallows fly back every year after offering sacrifices to the land god.

Spring is like a piece of green and white, not heavy and light weather, it is the scene of Chu Qing; In this spring, catkins will fly and fall.

But this beautiful spring scenery can't be eaten, so let poetry attract it to Qiong Yao's jade cup.

There are platforms and waterside pavilions in the bamboo forest here, with beautiful scenery and quiet environment. You don't need to follow, so it's good to walk here alone.

Early spring is warm, willow leaves sprout and dance in the wind, which is more charming; Flowers bloom in the sun, shadows dance and rise dimly.

After a rain-eroded garden, the road is cleaner and deeper; Birds just flying out of the nest are more cheerful, and crows crow one after another, which is sweet and entertaining.

The scenery here is very beautiful, but unfortunately there are few plump and beautiful begonia flowers; Begonia, a native of that hometown, lived two cold foods and disappeared.

5. Five Yuan Poems under Kuzhu Bridge

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

Gao Qiao is connected with a faint path, winding through the sparse bamboo forest.

Bamboo produces bitter knots from the culm sheath, and the green skin surrounds the diabolo heart.

Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains.

The smoke in the west is transpiration, and the birds on the mountain ring at the scene.

Bitter bamboo can't be used as a ferry bamboo to provide shade for our rest.

3. What are the poems describing the forest?

1, the mountain wind blows the empty forest, like someone whispering.

Walking in the Late Autumn of the Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

The tired horse was sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun had set on the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.

It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road. Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning.

The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither. Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.

Explanation:

Tired horses are sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun has fallen to the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest. Cold rain began to fall in the boundless sky, and there was no dust on the bluestone pavement.

Thousands of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and the voices of all things lament in the bleak morning. The thrush was still singing last night, and the grass had begun to wither. Besides, as a stranger from afar, I will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.

2. The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue.

Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Mo Yan Ruzhi Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is sad.

The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion. (Even a short pavilion: a shorter pavilion)

Explanation:

In the distance, the twilight smoke over the forest is shrouded in mist, still a sad green and blue. Night pervades the boudoir, and some people are alone upstairs. On the jade steps, looking at the sky stands. The homing bird flew away at the urging of homing. Where is my return trip? Only the long pavilion on the road is connected with the short pavilion.

3. Fenglin is red, smoky and blue, and full of gulls.

Youth Tour Lin Fenghong Evening Smoke Blue Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.

The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.

Explanation:

Maple is red and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, a water town that lives and works in peace and contentment, full of exile and sadness everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.

4. Smoke fills the forest, the mountains are far away, and the bells and drums ring at dusk.

Tianxiang Luo Yanheng Lin Song Dynasty: He Zhu

Cooking smoke fills the forest, distant mountains sink, and bells and drums ring at dusk. Candles reflect the curtain, flies remind the machine, and * * * bitter cold autumn wind dew. Sleepless thinking about women, Qi Heying, and several anvil pestles. Disturbing the world's tired officials, life is old.

In those days, drunkards were conceited, called Dong Jun, and paid with spring. Wandering in the north road, visiting Nanpu, I hate no one to talk to. Lai Yue Ming, who once knew this old place. If you follow the clouds, you will leave in your dreams.

Explanation:

Smoke enveloped the Woods, the sunset fell into the distant mountains, and the bells and drums sounded intermittently in the evening. Candlelight shining on the window seems to remind us that everyone hates the dew in the clear autumn. Those poor homesick women who can't sleep send an anvil in the wind and insects. The sound alarmed the tired travelers wandering around the world, only to find that it was the end of another year.

I used to be conceited because of drunkenness, thinking that the god of spring had paid for the beauty of March. Unexpectedly, I wandered around North Road all the year round, sometimes leaving Nanpu by boat, and no one poured out my deep thoughts. Rely on the bright moon to know where she went in the past, bring her to me and send her there.

The leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

On the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Explanation:

It is very sad that there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.

4. Lin Zishi

Wang Ji

The fruit in the courtyard ripens first, and the flowers in the forest bloom later. Meet fellow villagers in Jingsi's hometown and ask

Liu bin

The forest is thin and windy, and the river is cold and sad. He promised to hurt Niu Shangshu.

Eastern Zhejiang poets

The mountain habitat is more comfortable, and the forest lies without camp. Songhuatan Tea Banquet Couplet, a collection of New Year Concerts in East Zhejiang (no surname under the couplets)

Jiao ran

Dark flowers in the forest, deep water in the pool (Qin Qing). Han Wukang's Spring Festival couplets are in Zhanghouting.

The forest is sparse and wild, and the shore turns to the mountains (chapter). Send a couplet for one day

There is a meeting under the forest, and there is loneliness under the mountain. In winter (there is a book with Feng's words on it), I will send Mingfu sent by my uncle to Fuzhou.

Dingru

The mountains are deeply fascinated by the day, and Lin Dong is open to the sky. Go to the whole county and sing thirteen rhymes with Prince Jiulong River in winter.

Majifu

Huang Ju floats in the wild and white clouds lie in the forest. The sunny Li Sanshantang in autumn.

Yuan yourang

The fields are more dominant, and the forest garden is deserted. Visit Wuxi again

Yuan Zhen

Puyu is rugged, and there are two tours in the forest garden. Enjoy the leisure in the West Lake in early spring. There are many wild interests. I can't wait to enjoy it with Wei. Because I think Vietnamese officials attach great importance to the tour of Yinjing Lake, otherwise I'm afraid I have no leisure time. I will send the first part of Lotte to the South Pavilion of Jinghu Lake. I will give it a reward because of what I have seen so far. The last chapter also shows that if I am sincere, I will make it come true, but I also want to give it to my ears (when I am in eastern Zhejiang)

Gong Ming will ask, there is a turtle under the forest. Pay Li Liu to meet you when you are drunk and send a slogan (to rhyme).

Antisense

Whether Mo Wen will stop or not, what was done in the forest has been done. Send ten rhymes to Wu Jia in the mountains.

Nothing

Feifei's silver was broken, and Bai Hong of Lin Ying was saved. Look at the moon at the foot of Junshan on Mid-Autumn Night.

The mountain is limited to the East and West Hall, and Lin Jiaodan is at dusk. Send a message to Erlin Temple in Lushan Mountain.

Bo Wang

Lin Quanmingyue is here, and poetry and wine are together. In autumn, immortals become Taoist priests

Shiyi Wang

The branches are wet and the smoke is flat. social stability

Wang Wei

Spring pigeons in the garden are thin and charming in the forest. The four tones in the south of Wei Qing in Dali used six rhymes in turn.

Wangwan

The forest is willing to walk alone, but its shortcomings do not cover up Yu. Autumn Night is a gift for Xiao, Assistant Minister Pei and Jiannan friends.

Wang Jin

The forest is empty and the mountains stop in the south. Together with Wang Changling, I went to the People's Brothers Hospital near Qingliu Temple to meet my brother Wei.

wei yingwu

The boat in the pond didn't turn when it was high last month. Go swimming in Nanchi with Dr. Wang Qing.

Baoji

Beyond mountains and dense fog, Lin Chun is in bitter fog. Appreciate the assistant minister Hunan to send fourteen rhymes.

Lulun

The wind in the forest is fine (as a knot), and the mountain is high and rainy (as a breath). Zhou Guo saw Hou Zhaotong looking for a farewell to the south (when he stayed, he stopped working)

When Tian asked my official, Lin Fengyuan was surprised. With Wang Qing and beginning of autumn, this happens every day.

Lin Xiangyu, the mountain temple is clean. Feng he yi Li you qi Yan temple

Lu

There are few people in the forest valley and the road is long. A secluded villa in the first summer

Zhao Lu

The forest is dark and suspicious, and the river dreams of a cup. Theme Kanroji

Sikongshu

Mount Yun Qi is gray and the forest is barren. Houzhongnan (Yishanzi) Liu

The pool meets Tian Quan Bi, and the forest meets Royal Fruit Red. In late autumn, Jixian Institute immediately gave it to Assistant Minister Xu.

Bai Juyi

In the evening, the forest is green and bleak, and the river is green. A Brief Comment on Hundred Rhymes of Poems Written on behalf of Books

5. What are the poems describing the mountains?

1. The mountain wind blows the open forest, like someone whispering. -Walking in Autumn Don Cen Can

The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.

2. Looking horizontally, the ridge edge becomes a peak, and the distance is different. -"Title Xilin Wall" Song Sushi

Seen from the front and side, Lushan Mountain is undulating and peaks stand tall. Seen from afar, near, high and low, Lushan Mountain presents various appearances.

3. Smoke from kitchen chimneys fills the forest, the mountains are far away, and the bells and drums ring at dusk. -Song He Zhu, "Tianxiang Luo Yan Henglin"

Smoke enveloped the forest, the setting sun fell into the distant mountains, and the bells and drums sounded intermittently at dusk.

4. The empty mountain after the rain stands in the autumn evening. -"Mountain Autumn Night" Don Wang Wei

The empty mountain is bathed in a new rain. As night falls, the air is cool, as if it were autumn.

The sun shines on me from the green moss. I heard the pine cone fall on the mountain, and you seemed to wake up. -"Chai Lu" Don Wang Wei

The afterglow of the sun returned to the depths of the forest and shone on the moss in the forest.

I think pine nuts are falling in the empty mountains at the moment, and my friends who live in seclusion must still be awake.

6. in April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms of the mountain temple are blooming. -"Peach Blossom in Dalin Temple" Tang Bai Juyi

In April, all the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temple in the mountains have just bloomed.

7. An empty mountain is quiet, and the shadow of water and moon is heavy. -"Water Tune the Heading, Topic Xishan Autumn Cool Map" Qing Na Lan Xing De

An empty mountain, a hidden moon, a cave, this secluded mountain forest, does not provoke a trace of secular dust.

8. Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. -"Welcome to Huan" five generations of Li Yu

The safflower in the forest has withered, and the flowers are blooming and falling. It's only such a short time, and I really went in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?

9. But how can I find his footprints among the fallen leaves piled up on the bare hillside! . -"Poem for a Taoist priest in Chuanjiao Mountain" Tang Wei Wu Ying

But autumn leaves are full of empty mountains, where can I find your footprints?

10. Linping is vast and foggy, and Hanshan area is sad and melancholy. -"Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Momo Yan Rushi" Don Li Bai

In the distance, the forest smoke stretches, such as weaving, and the mountains in autumn are like belts, which are sad and green. Twilight entered the boudoir, and someone was upstairs alone.

6. Sad Poems and Forests

1 "Meet Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. (Leave one work each: leave one person)

2 "Partridge sky, broken mountain in forest, hidden bamboo wall"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Forest breaks mountains, bamboo hides walls. A small pond full of cicadas and weeds. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.

Outside the hut, next to the ancient city. The cane turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

3 "Zhu Lin"

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

Why do you want to go to Zhu Lin? It's for fighting the south. Not to play for Zhu Lin, but to find Doonan.

Driving a carriage with four horses, the saddle was unloaded on the outskirts of Zhu Lin. Driving four horses, they rushed to Zhu Lin for breakfast.

4 "The journey of youth, Lin Fenghong through the evening smoke"

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

At night, the maple forest is red and blue. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, which is still named after it.

The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.

5 "Don't become a monk in Torin Temple"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

In Lin Dong's Fujian, the white ape cries the moon.

Laugh goodbye to Lushan Mountain, why bother with Huxi?

6 "Tianxiang, Smoke and Forest Winding"

Song Dynasty: He Zhu

Smoke from kitchen chimneys fills the forest, distant mountains glow and bells and drums ring at dusk. Candles reflect the curtain, flies remind the machine, and * * * bitter cold autumn wind dew. Sleepless thinking about women, Qi Heying, and several anvil pestles. Disturbing the world's tired officials, life is old.

In those days, drunkards were conceited, called Dong Jun, and paid with spring. Wandering in the north road, visiting Nanpu, I hate no one to talk to. Lai Yue Ming, who once knew this old place. If you follow the clouds, you will leave in your dreams.

7 "Cold acacia, frost hanging on the moon and cold in the forest"

Song Dynasty: Cheng Gai

The frost on the moon is cold. Outside the main entrance, remind people to get up. Nai parting, now really is. If you want to live, you can't stay. Come if you want, there is no plan.

Immediately drop the soul clothes and cry. Every one, for Gunter. Ask Jiang Lumei if the flowers are in bloom. Spring is coming, so be sure to send it frequently. When people arrive, be sure to see them off frequently.

8 "Resentment comes from the heart".

Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan

Apricots come out of the forest and fall into a golden plate. Soft teeth are afraid of tasting acid. Unfortunately, it's half broken and blue, and it still has a small lip Dan.

In the south, I have nothing to do. The rain is full of stains. Needless to say, a spring wound is all between the eyebrows.

9 "The kindness of giving food to Li Zhengdian Academy Banquet, giving my son".

Don Zhang said

East Wall Bookstore, West Garden Hanmo Forest.

Poetry and national politics, talking about easy to see the heavenly heart.

A thief is heavier than a spoon, and a drunk is deeper.

Slow song Haruka, fatigue is a bosom friend.

7. Beautiful words in the forest

What do you mean? Poetry? Still. ..

Wang Wei's landscape poem Bird Watching Creek;

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

Describe the silent autumn night in the forest, and the laurels of the four seasons fall silently. Suddenly, the bright moon rises, the empty mountain is full of color, the mountain birds wake up and sing in the mountain stream, which is particularly crisp, setting off the quiet beauty of the spring mountain on a moonlit night.

Wang Wei s Five-character Poem Autumn Night in the Deep Mountains;

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

It describes the mountain village scenery after the autumn night rain. It describes the mountain village scenery after the autumn night rain. .. let the readers breathe the fresh air in the mountains after the rain.

Chai Lu by Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.

The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

There was no one in the empty mountain, only heard intermittent voices floating from the depths of the forest, and a ray of sunset was transmitted on the moss in the depths of the forest, which was so trance-like and sad.

Wangweide bamboo building

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

The bright moon in the deep forest brings the author a quiet happiness. Things and I are one, things and I forget each other. Zen and poetry are in harmony.

Wu Xinyi by Wang Wei;

The branches of the topmost hibiscus flowers are full of scarlet calyx in the mountains.

The mouth of a stream is silent, without a trace. They open and fall.

Magnolia in the mountains, flowers bloom and fall, die. It is not false, irrelevant and unknown. This is a world far away from the hubbub, and it is also the unique artistic conception of the poet's integration of subject and object, which is simply the symbolic realm of Buddhism's view of emptiness.

Words:

Spring is full, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, grass grows and warblers fly, flowers are like flowers, flowers are red and green, flowers bloom and fall, Feng Dan welcomes autumn, and Ye Zhiqiu, first frost is quite critical, and the west wind blows.

8. Beautiful sentences describing the forest

1. From a distance, vast green forests are connected like the ocean. Trees grow luxuriantly, emitting comfortable coolness. Sunlight, like wisps of golden sand, passes through layers of branches and leaves and falls on the grass. There are countless kinds of wild flowers in full bloom on the grass, emitting attractive fragrance from time to time. Birds in the forest are flying and singing happily, echoing with the murmur of running water in the breeze for a long time. How charming this charming scenery is!

I am walking in the forest, foggy and soft, like a white gauze floating in the air. The tree stands quietly under the blue sky and welcomes the sunshine with open arms. Sunlight, like wisps of golden sand, falls mottled on the grass through overlapping branches and leaves. The grass sparkled with crystal dew, emitting the fragrance of grass, flowers and wet soil. Countless kinds of small flowers race out of the soil, white, red and yellow, shining like stars, making the land in the forest glow with colorful vitality. In the fragrant jungle, I smoked the flowers and enjoyed the sunshine bath. I am intoxicated in this spoony dream.

9. Poems about the forest

After a spring rain, countless young plants spread their leaves in the sun, making the earth just out of winter full of vitality.

On the vast land, the endless green forest has become the most magnificent life landscape, which also makes the earth look particularly beautiful and affectionate in the infinite universe. In spring, the forest is brand-new and everything is revived, just like an arena of life, full of vitality and surging desire for life.

In summer, the forest is dense and noisy, and life grows uncontrollably under the urging of high temperature. Creation and dedication constitute the main theme of summer forest.

The forest in autumn is full of poetry. It is a bumper harvest forest, a touching and intoxicating forest. This is a colorful art forest.

It's quiet in winter, and the forest seems to be sleeping this winter. However, we never thought that trees and trees would form the simplest pattern in front of us through silent dialogue.

There are remnants of snow on the branches, which are heavy and crystal clear. It seems that as soon as I raise my hand, I will fall one after another. Ice is hung on the crisp branches, which is a gift to the forest in winter.

Thousands of stout trees plunge into mountain crevices, break rocks and create soil, that is, open up homes for life dependent on soil; The forest is sheltered from the wind and rain by dense branches and leaves, creating a suitable living space for all life entering the forest. The tune of "The Whistler in the Forest" is an elongated equal sign. The red and white flags in their hands command the fallen trees. The forest groaned and lined up behind the equal sign. The known answers are horizontal or vertical. Watch out for that heavy car. "Sixteen-year-old voice with a phone at one end and a cable at the other. This is a day without season. When the days are sown, they grow into bacteria and grow into slender acacia grass under the bed. Foxes who escape from the series always draw malicious symbols on the track. Those footsteps outside the forest are separated by mountains, and the restless life is indifferent. Without Cinderella's fairy tale belief, the sun is a legend of the times. Light and red are totem badges, so we guard every day with young faith, with bonfires, with silent flying snow, with mountains, mountains and moons, with the silhouette of youth, with the wind of October, and with a long, beating, ignorant hair at noon, becoming a thorny coriaria, but the stars in the sky are cold and full of brilliant arrogance. A woodcutter died, the sun hid and fled, and the wind ran down the mountain with the last sound, er-watch it again. In the joke a minute ago, you said that the steamed bread with ilium teeth was the reason why the thin wife who came to visit relatives didn't sleep last night, but the rush of time was like the collapse of the Millennium treetops. That's not a full moon. Why didn't you keep the promise made in 15? You said that the two-year-old baby and your ugly daughter-in-law in your hometown in eastern Sichuan are waiting for you to bring back the cotton-padded jacket for the New Year. Your thick lips used to be a happy home for a group of single men. Last night, you were still talking about your new apprentice, seventeen or eighteen, still thinking about the forest.

At that time, acacia turned into black soil, carved itself into a mountain rose, smiled casually, watched the tiptoe of the wind dance, slipped over the cliff and fell into silence ... The disappearing forest only gave birth to weathered memories. Creeping axe saw cold, laughed at with yellow, dismembered his body, and his teeth were bitten, and his brilliant life was missing.

Occasionally, I looked up and stared at the last snowflake in the sky, turned into tears and fled into Halley's comet. The ancestors of mushrooms declared the mushroom tribe extinct, the bones of the doe and the male leopard became eternal, and civilization became sword of vengeance. Its fierceness and enthusiasm are endowed by ancient westerners.

The eagle's feathers were shattered, and the sun's blood flowed all over the mountains and plains. Only the last painter on the earth stretches his black figure and easel in the orange of the earth, waiting for hundreds of millions of years of unknown mature thinking and writing the origin of life for the second time.