Poems about poplars 1. What are the poems about poplars?

1 "Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The Baiyang Cross Lane in Jinling is the entrance to the river in the north.

Wu Guoquan in the Three Kingdoms period was finished, and now only the Tang Dynasty is green.

The world changed greatly, and Gong Wei of Wu fell ill.

There were only a few earth cloth bags in the Six Dynasties, and the former nobles are now crying woodcutters and mulberries.

2 "Cold Food and Wild Hope"

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

The crow makes the trees faint, and the Qingming cold food cries.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green.

Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return.

3 "Long song"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling

In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.

Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.

People in the same robe are old when they meet.

North of Hanjialing, south of Chang 'an Road.

There are dead roots under the tree, and there is a squirrel nest on the tree.

The descendants of Emperor Gao are exhausted, and no one will live for a thousand years.

Baoyu was found frequently, but the elves could do nothing.

Life needs life, and there is wine, Long song.

4 "Three Elegies"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Where there is life, there is death, and sooner or later there is no fate.

Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book.

Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.

A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried.

If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong!

Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace?

But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.

There was no wine before, but now it's empty.

Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better!

The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.

If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light.

I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.

Once you go out, you will come back healthy.

Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.

In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.

No one lives on all sides, and the high graves wither.

The horse cries to the sky, and the wind is depressed.

It's not a thousand years since the secluded room was closed.

A thousand years later, there is nothing the wise can do.

Always send people away and return to their homes.

Relatives or sorrows, others have also sung.

What's the way to die? I'm on the same mountain.

5 "Drive to the East Gate"

Han Dynasty: Anonymous

Drive to the east gate overlooking Guo Bei's tomb.

Poplar rustling, pine and cypress passageway wide.

There are old and dead people, and there are long twilight years.

Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years.

The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew.

Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid.

Long live and send more, saints can't do it.

Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine.

Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous?

6 "Go to Japan and go to sparse"

Han Dynasty: Anonymous

Few people go, and those who come are close.

Looking straight outside Guo's door, I saw the mountains.

The ancient tomb plows the fields, and the pine and cypress destroy the wages.

I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.

Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason.

2. Poems about poplars

Harmony songs. song

Tang Jiao has escaped.

If the ancients don't die, why should I be sad? On the misty rain nine plains,

Who was buried for nothing? The same dust, the same finger.

Life is the same in this world, there is no difference between floating clouds and running water.

A short song, a short song that will fall forever. Ye Gongliang Garden is very famous.

Spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings. Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death.

Guyi

Don. Changjian

There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road. Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars.

Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together. Prosperity and security can continue and return to protect chastity.

3. What are the poems and famous sayings about "Poplar"?

There are not many famous sayings about poplar, but there are poems about poplar.

Poem about poplar: 1, short song-Tang Jiaoran, why should I be sad when the ancients don't die? Who was buried for nothing in the misty rain of Jiuyuan?

The same dust, the same finger. Life is the same in this world, there is no difference between floating clouds and running water.

Short songs, short songs, infinite days have fallen. Ye Gong Liang Garden is famous, and spring grass and autumn wind hurt my feelings.

Why don't you learn from Jin Xian? A Wukong king has no life or death. The ancient tomb is full of poplars and places where life and death leave.

2, "ancient meaning"-Tang. When Chang Jian returned to Wangjing, it was dusty. Prosperous and safe, Huibao Town, the ancient horse-herding road and many ancient tombs.

Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars. 3. "Two Slogans to Save the Dead"-Tang Du Fu, Qian, who has not played chess recently, Baguio still passed on the second old poem.

Three years ago, the jade bureau laughed infinitely, but today the poplar is sad four times. 4. Jinling Baiyang Cross Lane-Tang Dynasty. Li Bai Bai Yang Cross Lane, north of Hugou Road.

Wu Guoquan in the Three Kingdoms period was finished, and now only the Tang Dynasty is green. The world changed greatly, and Gong Wei of Wu fell ill.

There were only a few earth cloth bags in the Six Dynasties, and the former nobles are now crying woodcutters and mulberries. 5, "Cold Food Wild Hope"-Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi's raven startled the tree, and the Qingming cold food cried.

The wind blows the paper money in the wilderness, and the spring grass in the tomb is green. Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. 6, "Long Songs"-Tang Dynasty. In the wilderness of Wang Changling, I hate Taiwan, and wormwood roars.

Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms. People in the same robe are old when they meet.

North of Hanjialing, south of Chang 'an Road. There are dead roots under the tree, and there is a squirrel nest on the tree.

The descendants of Emperor Gao are exhausted, and no one will live for a thousand years. Baoyu was found frequently, but the elves could do nothing.

Life needs life, and there is wine, Long song. 7. Three Elegy Poems-Wei and Jin Dynasties. Tao Yuanming will die if he lives, and he will be forced to die sooner or later.

Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. Where the soul is scattered, it will be dry and empty.

A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. If you don't know the gains and losses, you can feel right and wrong! Long live the century, who knows the honor and disgrace? But I hate drinking enough when I'm alive.

There was no wine before, but now it's empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants, when can we taste it better! The old man cried beside me before the food box was full of me.

8. "Driving to the East Gate"-Han Dynasty. John Doe drove to the East Gate and looked at Guo Bei's tomb. Poplar rustling, pine and cypress passageway wide.

There are old and dead people, and there are long twilight years. Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years.

The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew. Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid.

Long live and send more, saints can't do it. Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine.

Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous? Introduction to Poplar: Populus alba is a deciduous tree with a height of 15 ~ 30m and gray bark, which is a very common tree.

It can be used as firewood, furniture, purlin and farm tools. There are four subspecies.

Strong viability, roadside, next to the ridge, where there is loess, there is its existence.

4. Ancient poems describing poplars

1, Cold Food and Wild Hope-Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

Pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, full of parting places.

Poplar is covered by begonia flowers and pear flowers, which is the place where life and death leave.

2, "Go to Japan"-anonymous in Han Dynasty

I hate many poplars in Taiwan, and I am worried about killing people.

Poplar was rustled by the strong wind, as if mourning for himself. In the rustling sound, people's hearts are filled with cold autumn sadness.

3. Car to the East Gate-Anonymous in Han Dynasty

Drive to the east gate overlooking Guo Bei's tomb.

Poplar rustling, pine and cypress passageway wide.

Driving out of Shangdong Gate, looking back to the north of the city, I saw Mangshan Cemetery. Poplar trees in Mangshan cemetery, long wind swaying poplar branches, rustling leaves turning, pine and cypress growing on both sides of the tomb.

4. Three Elegies (Part Two)-Tao Yuanming in Wei and Jin Dynasties

Weeds are boundless and poplars are rustling.

In mid-September, severe frost sent me out of the outer suburbs.

The grass on the vast Yuan Ye is yellow, and poplars are swaying in the bleak autumn wind. It was September in first frost, and my relatives sent me to the outer suburbs.

5, "Long Songs"-Tang Dynasty poet Wang Changling

In the wilderness, Hantai survived and wormwood roared.

Tie the horse to the poplar, but I am in my arms.

The empty leaves are filled with bleak wind, and the leaves are covered with withered wormwood. Tie the reins on the horse. I leaned against the poplar tree. Who knows where my arm is going?

5. Poems, articles and sentences describing poplars

Praise of poplar

-Mao Dun/Wen

Poplar is really unusual, I praise poplar!

When the car is driving on the endless plateau, a large yellow-green carpet jumps into your field of vision; Yellow is soil, uncultivated wasteland, and the shell of the loess plateau accumulated by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; Green is the result of human labor defeating nature. It was a wheat field, and when the wind blew, a green wave turned up. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if you are not reminded by the distant mountains and peaks side by side, you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, your feelings may be adjectives such as "majestic" or "great". However, at the same time, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the current "grandeur" or "greatness". Yeah, monotonous, a little, right?

However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row in front of you,-no, even just three or five plants, one or two plants, standing proudly like a sentry, how would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise at that time!

That is poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is really an extraordinary tree!

It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificial, and there are no side branches within ten feet; All its branches are upward, they lean together and become a bundle like man-made, and they will never be separated from each other; Its broad leaves are also upward one by one, and there are almost no oblique leaves, let alone upside down; Its skin is smooth, silvery and slightly blue. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north. Even if it is only as thick as the mouth of a bowl, it strives to develop upwards, reaching a height of 20 feet, towering and indomitable, facing the northwest wind.

This is the poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is by no means an ordinary tree!

It has no swaying posture and no crooked branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "swaying" or "running sideways", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and serious, and it is not lacking in tenderness, not to mention its tenacity and straightness. It's a man in a tree! When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting, you see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat land. Do you think trees are just trees? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least symbolizing the farmers in the north? Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly like this poplar in the vast land behind enemy lines, guarding their hometown? Don't you think further, this poplar tree, with dense branches and leaves, is now a symbol of the spirit and will to write the history of new China with blood in the North China Plain?

Poplar is not an ordinary tree. It is common and neglected in the northwest, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise the poplar because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the simple, firm and enterprising spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today.

Let those who look down on the people, look down on the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu and despise this extremely common and good poplar. I want to praise the poplar loudly!

Guyi

Don. Changjian

There are many ancient tombs beside the ancient grazing road. Depression kills people, cicadas sing poplars.

Looking back at Wang Jingyi, dust and fog will gather together. Prosperity and security can continue and return to protect chastity.

6. Poems praising poplars

Praise of poplar

Mao dun

Poplar is really extraordinary, I praise poplar!

The car is driving on the endless plateau, and what jumps into your field of vision is a large yellow-green carpet. Yellow is soil, uncultivated wasteland, and the shell of the loess plateau successfully accumulated by great natural forces hundreds of thousands of years ago; What about green? It is the result of human labor defeating nature, and it is a wheat field. The breeze blew and set off a green wave. At this time, you will really admire the word "Mailang" created by the ancients. If it is not a wonderful hand, it is indeed the essence of tempering language. Yellow and green dominate, boundless and magnanimous. At this time, if you are not reminded by the distant peaks side by side (judging by the naked eye, these peaks are at your feet), you will forget that the car is driving on the plateau. At this time, the feelings that come to your mind may be "majestic", "great" and so on; At the same time, however, your eyes may feel a little tired. You close your eyes to the "grandeur" or "greatness" of the moment, but another smell lurks in your mind-"monotony". Yeah, right? A little monotonous, isn't it?

However, in an instant, if you suddenly look up and see a row of trees far ahead-no, or just three or five, one standing proudly like a sentry, what would you feel sleepy? I let out a cry of surprise.

That is poplar, a common tree in the northwest, but it is really an extraordinary tree.

It is a tree that strives for the upper reaches, with straight stems and branches. Its stem is usually ten feet high, as if it were artificially added, and there are no side branches within ten feet. Its branches are all upward, and they are close together, like a pile of man-made, and will never be separated from each other. Its broad leaves are also upward piece by piece, and there is almost no slanting, let alone hanging down. Its skin is smooth, silvery and slightly blue. This is a tree that stands tenaciously despite the oppression of heavy snow in the north. Even if it is only as thick as a bowl mouth, it strives to develop upwards, reaching a height of two feet, towering and unyielding, facing the northwest wind.

This is poplar, a common tree in northwest China, but it is by no means an ordinary tree.

It has no swaying posture, no curved branches. Maybe you should say it's not beautiful. If beauty means "dancing" or "leaning out", then poplar is not a good woman on the tree. But it is stalwart, honest, simple and earnest, and it is not lacking in gentleness, not to mention its tenacity and straightness. She is a good husband in the tree. When you walk on the plateau where the snow is melting and see such a tree or a row of poplars standing proudly on the flat ground, do you just think it is just a tree? Don't you think it is simple, serious, strong and unyielding, at least symbolizing the farmers in the north? Don't you think there are strong and unyielding sentries standing proudly like this poplar in the vast land behind enemy lines, guarding their hometown? Don't you think that a little further away, the poplar trees with dense branches and leaves are now a symbol of the spirit and will to freely write the history of new China in the North China Plain today?

Poplar is an extraordinary tree, which is very common in the northwest and is not valued, just like farmers in the north; It has a strong vitality, and it can't be broken or oppressed, just like farmers in the north. I praise the poplar, because it not only symbolizes the farmers in the north, but also symbolizes the simple, strong and progressive spirit that is indispensable in our national liberation struggle today.

Let those who look down on the people, despise the people and stubbornly retrogress praise the noble nanmu (which is also beautiful) and despise this extremely ordinary and easy-to-grow poplar. I want to praise the poplar loudly.

7. Praise the ancient poems of poplars

1, "Jinling Baixia Pavilion" Tang Dynasty: Three poplars in Li Baiyi Pavilion, just at Baixiamen.

Yanwu is long, and Hanshui gnaws ancient roots. Always see me off, look back and smile.

If you see it later, climb over and find Yu Yi. Three poplar trees outside the post booth are facing Baixia Gate.

The mist of Wu shrouded the long willow branches, and the surging Han River gnawed at the ancient willow roots. Looking back at the friends who came to see me off, it's hard to laugh.

When you see this willow tree again, climb one for me and give it to me to express your homesickness. 2, "Old Pavilion" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Jinling sent the old man to the living room, and the grass was off the road.

The ancient feelings are endless, and I hate the white poplar here. To the south of Jinling, there is an old pavilion with fallen weeds beside it.

Since ancient times, parting is not as good as the water flowing eastward from the Yangtze River, and the poplars here hate Taiwan, which is even more hurtful. 3, "Cold Food Wild Hope" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi pear blossoms reflect poplar trees, all of which are dead and alive.

I don't hear the heavy spring crying, but the rustling rain makes people return. Poplar is covered by begonia flowers and pear flowers, which is the place where life and death leave.

The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and the people who came to pay homage went back in the drizzle in the evening. 4, "Chu Hancheng" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi Chuxiong is alone today, and the two cities rely on the old government.

The sunset on the barren platform is full of red leaves, and the autumn wind in the ancient tomb is old poplar. The defeated king of Chu and the victorious king of Han were both driven away by the rain, leaving only two empty cities leaning against each other.

The barren terraces are ruined, and the sunset reflects, making the red leaves thicker and deeper; The graves are desolate and the autumn wind is bleak, making the poplars older and weaker. 5, "Going to Japan" Han Dynasty: Anonymous poplar hates Taiwan and is worried about killing people.

Thinking about going home, I want to go home for no reason. Poplar trees make a sad sound in the autumn wind, and the sad sound of rustling makes people sad.

I want to go back to my hometown in troubled times, but I can't find my way home.