1. Ancient poems about clover
Poems containing the word "grass": At the foot of the southern mountain where beans are planted, the grass is abundant and the bean seedlings are sparse.
"Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" Tao Yuanming The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep vegetation in spring. "Spring Hope" by Du Fu The wild flowers are gradually enchanting the eyes, and only in Asakusa can there be no horse hooves.
"Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" by Bai Juyi The road is narrow and the grass and trees are long, and the evening dew touches my clothes. "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields" by Tao Yuanming There are many trees and luxuriant grass.
"Viewing the Sea" by Cao Cao Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees and luxuriant grass on Parrot Island. "Yellow Crane Tower" Cui Hao The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
"Qing Ping Le Village Dwelling" Xin Qiji The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low. ("Chile Song") The grass grows in Liliyuan, and it dries up and flourishes every year.
(Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grass") Whoever speaks the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. (Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song") The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.
(Lu Lun's "Song of the Past") The lonely grass grows beside the stream, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. (Wei Yingwu's "Chuzhou West Stream") The light rain on the sky street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but not up close.
(Han Yu's "Early Spring Presents the Water Department Zhang Shiba Yuanwai") The north wind blows the white grass on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August. "Baixuege Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital" by Cen Shen. 2. Poems about clover
Clover My love is a clover
Become a fossil in the soil of thousands of years
When you call me back
But warned me not to fluctuate
Not to wake up
The temperature growing between skin
Stopped at boiling
Hold me hand
Have you ever heard the beating of pulse
The sound of blood flowing
Lingering, choking and suppressed
Helpless and silent
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Dry clover
Can it burn instantly
Opportunity
And you gave me the fate of a fossil
Solidify my passionate youth
Flying soul and fearless
Love
I can’t speak
Can’t stare at you with my eyes< /p>
There are fires and pools of water in my eyes
There is endless burning and
Boundless addiction
Nothing is allowed< /p>
I am just a petrified clover
Retaining the original posture
I love you the most 3. Poems about clover
If you find a four-leaf clover
It will bring happiness
I only want your happiness
knowing I can never be yours to share it…
If you find a four-leaf clover, you will find happiness. Is this true?
The definition of happiness is actually very simple.
As long as you are by my side, I feel happy;
As long as you smile, I feel happy.
Clover is lonely, and it is precisely because of loneliness that he desires happiness even more.
I long to be happy, to be happy with you, to be your happiness.
Clover, also known as "alfalfa",
is an inconspicuous grass that can be seen everywhere,
usually it has three leaves,
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A very few have four leaves.
The flower language of clover,
One leaf represents prayer,
One leaf represents hope,
One leaf represents love,
The last leaf represents happiness.
I once found a real four-leaf clover.
It was the day after attending my grandma’s funeral
In the yard that she once carefully tended
but is now a bit desolate,
I found a four-leaf clover,
It looked smaller and weaker than other clovers,
I carefully put it in the book,
After a while, it lost the soil and moisture,
It was already a little pale.
Can this fragile little creature really bring happiness to people?
I believe in the sadness and beauty of that story,
but deny its practical significance.
Real life cannot be obtained by praying,
What about an abstract concept like "happiness"? 4. Poems about clover
Clover My love is a clover
Become a fossil in the soil of thousands of years
When you call me back
But warned me not to fluctuate
Not to wake up
The temperature growing between skin
Stopped at boiling
Hold me hand
Have you ever heard the beating of pulse
The sound of blood flowing
Lingering, choking and suppressed
Helpless and silent
p>
Dry clover
Can it burn instantly
Opportunity
And you gave me the fate of a fossil
Solidify my passionate youth
Flying soul and fearless
Love
I can’t speak
Can’t stare at you with my eyes< /p>
There are fires and pools of water in my eyes
There is endless burning and
Boundless addiction
Nothing is allowed< /p>
I am just a petrified clover
Retaining the original posture
I love you the most 5. Begging for a poem about clover
When I was a child,
my mother always took me to look for clovers,
One piece represents prayer,
One piece represents hope,
One piece represents Happiness.
In the palm of my hand,
there is always a clover,
Mom’s love nourishes me, full, full.
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When I grow up,
I will take my mother to find clover.
I hope she will be happy.
I only have this kind of water product. .
After all, I wrote it myself,
No matter what, students in the second grade of junior high school should also have this kind of water quality,
Your kind... is very It’s bland and short, with no highlights.
Also, I’m in the third grade of junior high school. 6. Does anyone have any beautiful articles about clover?
Happy four-leaf clover, also known as alfalfa Clover.
It is a perennial herbaceous plant, usually with only three small leaves. The leaves are heart-shaped, and the darker part of the leaf center is also heart-shaped. The most interesting and special thing is that among 100,000 alfalfa plants, you may only find one with four leaves, so the chance of having four leaves is about one in 100,000.
Therefore, the 'four-leaf clover' has become a recognized symbol of luck. It is said that the clover in Chinese has such a beautiful and sweet poetic meaning: one leaf is prayer, two leaves are hope, three leaves are love, and the four-leaf clover represents happiness by your side.
People always feel that they are unlucky and others are lucky. This is probably determined by people’s desires! There are cliffs in life, but desires are endless. I have prayed since I was a child, which is to have good clothes to wear and endless white bread buns to eat.
This little wish seems normal to people nowadays, but at that time it was considered a luxury wish in my heart. At that time, there were six people in our family, and only my father was considered a strong laborer in the production team, earning less than 20 cents per day.
It can be said that I have never seen a large ticket of more than ten yuan in my home since I was a child, let alone spent it. The rations allocated from the team were all eaten up in less than half a year, and the rest of the days were spent borrowing food from here and there to fill the gap.
The only way to have a meal of white steamed buns is to wait until the Chinese New Year, when the wheat and yellow tobacco grown by grandpa on his own land were pulled up as capitalist weeds. Ever since I was a child, I would drag my grandma’s worn-out clothes to the fields to look for wild vegetables. Grandma pointed to the clovers with light white or purple flowers and said to me: “You rely on these to feed me.” The big ones are your life-saving straw."
It turns out that not long after I was born, my mother had no milk due to long-term malnutrition. In order to survive, my grandpa secretly raised a sheep in my small thatched house. Because he was afraid of being discovered, the sheep could not graze, and clover was the sheep's favorite food, so every time grandma went to dig wild vegetables, she would eat it. Leave Clover alone.
Later, when I was studying, I found in the dictionary that the scientific name of clover is alfalfa. It is a perennial leguminous grass plant with blue-purple flowers and three small leaves, also known as clover. Later, I heard that "if you can find four-leaf alfalfa, you will be happy..." My happiness seemed to be tied to this small blade of grass, so I became very attached to this small grass. preference.
Where is my happiness? How can I find the four-leaf clover? The two-leaf clover represents hope, and the three-leaf clover represents love. My hope becomes more real day by day as I read.
I have figured out a simple truth. As long as you don’t have too high expectations, hope will always wave to you. Hope is different from fantasy, which is a hope that cannot be realized.
Children place their hopes on the future, and women place their hopes on men. In another alfalfa blooming season, I found my love.
When love comes, the sky is blue. Who said blue is melancholy? The blue of the sky I see is a happy color. The clover shimmers on the grass in the forest, and there are thick trees next to the blue sky. The clouds turn into soil and grow green clover, and the white or purple flowers exude a rich fragrance.
There was a hint of touch and pity in my heart. Some people can love different people at different times in their lives, and some people can love several people at the same time. But I, from the day I understood love, I only love one person in my heart.
Happiness flows like water. Happiness is easily evaporated.
When I was immersed in infinite happiness, misfortune quietly befell me. Love is like a double-edged sword, with sweetness and pain.
Half of a person is an angel, and the other half is a beast. When you dedicate love, you are more lovely than an angel, but when you desecrate love, you are more terrifying than a beast. My love has changed in nature in the sweet lingering, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the youthful time that cannot be saved.
Worry is not my character. The huge sun was shining above my head. Under the scorching sun, I walked into the grassland of my childhood again. The clover was crawling on a slope, and I searched for it repeatedly. I wanted to look for the four-leaf clover that I had not found back then. It was to find a sustenance for my soul, and it was also a place to hide from everything, so that my soul could take a nap and recuperate. After being hurt in this world, he gathered enough strength to start another round of running.
When the sun put away its fierce flames, the creek was also covered with neon clothes, and the dewdrops were clear in the clover flowers, my heart suddenly became brighter. A scarred heart also had a moment of peace.
I feel happy that I have found the four-leaf clover. It turns out that it is in everyone's heart. The quiet mountain is the painting of the soul, and the quiet water is the poetry of the soul.
Life should be mediocre, and happiness lies in this mediocrity. If you still love him, give him freedom. If you haven't forgotten to love yourself, don't be a vine that only winds.
I pinched a handful of clovers and walked home on the winding path.