2. Poems about the Woods in the evening

Poems about trees in the evening in autumn

Poems about autumn

The author of Eight Poems about Autumn is Du Fu, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:

Jade dew withers the maple forest, and Wushan Wuxia is gloomy.

there are waves and sky surges in the river, and the clouds are blocked and the ground is overcast.

Cong Ju shed tears on another day, but she was alone in her boat and tied up with her hometown.

Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious and anxious.

Translation

Under the erosion of dew in late autumn, the maple trees are gradually withered and damaged, and Wushan and Wuxia are also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing down on the ground, and the world is gloomy. It's been two years since the flowers bloomed. Looking at the blooming flowers, I can't help crying when I think that I haven't been home for two years. The boat is still tied to the shore. Although I can't return to the east, I am wandering outside, but my heart is always tied to my hometown. We are rushing to make clothes to keep out the cold in winter again, and the anvil sound of pounding cold clothes on Baidicheng is as tight as a burst. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.

Chang Xin Qiu Ci was written by Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:

The phoenix tree in Jinjing is yellow in autumn leaves, and the pearl curtain does not roll the frost at night.

The jade pillow in the smoking cage has no color, and it is long to lie down and listen to the Nangong.

Translation

is a poem about palace grievances. It uses deep and subtle brushstrokes and adopts the method of relying on scenery to express feelings, and writes a girl who is deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lonely and lonely in the deep palace, lying alone and listening to the scene of palace leakage. This is a sleepless night cut from the girl's miserable life.

Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows:

When people are old, they will rest, and when the fire flows.

Frost's traffic jams are early, and clouds cross the river in autumn.

I dream about the border town and the moon, but my heart flies to my hometown.

homesickness is like wandering water, and every day is endless.

Translation

With the passage of time, all the beautiful flowers have faded. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat fades. At this time, the frost has already begun to fall outside the Great Wall, and there is already an autumn atmosphere north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have dreamed of returning to Anlu's home. My yearning for my hometown, like a long Fenshui, has no end, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness.

The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Xieqi North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of the poem is as follows:

In the picturesque Jiangcheng, the mountains look at the clear sky at night.

two water mirrors, two bridges and a rainbow.

the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn.

whoever goes to the north building will be grateful to the duke in the breeze.

2. Write a poem about the grove

I call the green grove

and run with me to Yuan Ye

Shake a bunch of new leaves in early spring

It's a green flag

Drag a tiny flower

Peach, The white cloud

sends a new stick as a pointer

to a young female teacher

sends a new stick as a horse to ride

to a child who didn't go to school

crosses the ridge with me

turns into a horse's mane around the neck of a galloping horse

strolls to the river with me

strings of figures fall into the spring water

The spring breeze gently sweeps over the forest tops. Our hair

We run forward ecstatically

When we are tired of running, we stand with our hands

Close our eyes quietly in the moonlight

If the ground is wet by spring rain

It's our hot sweat

Come on, green grove

Run with me on Yuan Ye

3. Poems describing trees in autumn evening

Autumn.

the full text of the poem is as follows: the dew of the jade withered the maple forest, and the Wuxia in Wushan was gloomy. The waves between the rivers and the sky are surging, and the clouds are blocked.

Cong Ju shed tears on another day, but she was alone in her boat and tied up with her hometown. Cold clothes push knives and rulers everywhere, and Baidicheng is anxious and anxious.

Maple trees are gradually withered and damaged under the erosion of dew in late autumn, and Wushan and Wuxia are also shrouded in bleak and gloomy fog. The waves in Wuxia Gorge are monstrous, and the dark clouds above seem to be pressing down on the ground, and the world is gloomy.

It's been two years since the flowers bloomed. Looking at the blooming flowers, I can't help crying when I think that I haven't been home for two years. The boat is still tied to the shore. Although I can't return to the east, I am wandering outside, but my heart is always tied to my hometown.

I'm making clothes to keep out the cold in winter again, and the anvil of pounding cold clothes in Baidicheng is like a rush. It seems that another year has passed, and my yearning for my hometown has become more dignified and deeper.

Chang Xin Qiu Ci was written by Wang Changling, a writer in the Tang Dynasty. The full text of his poem is as follows: the golden well phoenix tree has yellow autumn leaves, and the bead curtain does not roll the frost at night.

The jade pillow in the smoking cage has no color, and it is long to lie down and listen to the Nangong. Translation is a poem about palace grievances, which uses deep and subtle brushstrokes and uses scenery to express feelings, writing a girl deprived of youth, freedom and happiness, lying alone in a desolate and lonely palace, listening to uterine leakage.

This is a sleepless night cut from this girl's miserable life. Early Autumn in Taiyuan was written by Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of his poem is as follows: When the age falls, many people will rest, and when the fire flows. The autumn comes from the north, the northern cloud also brought the Fenhe river.

I dream about the border town and the moon, but my heart flies to my hometown. Missing hometown heart is like this continuous Fenhe water, all the time to the hometown.

With the passage of time, all the beautiful flowers have faded. When Mars goes downhill, that is, when the summer heat fades.

At this time, it has already begun to frost outside the Great Wall, and there is already a smell of autumn in the north of the Yellow River. Seeing the moon in this border town, I have dreamed of returning to Anlu's home.

My yearning for my hometown is endless like a long Fenshui, and there is not a day when my heart is not full of homesickness. The author of Qiudeng Xuancheng Xieqi North Building is Li Bai, a writer in the Tang Dynasty.

The full text of the poem is as follows: The river is picturesque, and the mountains look at the clear sky at night. Between the two rivers, a lake of lake like a bright mirror; The two bridges on the river seem like a rainbow falling from the sky.

the orange pomelo is sparsely populated, and the old phoenix tree is autumn. In addition to me, who will think of the Xie tiao north tower, to meet the autumn wind, miss Xie?

4. Poems about the Woods

In the small forest of the city, the humble life of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass of the small forest, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat that shook my youth and soul. When I retire at home, I will take my life savings to an unknown mountain forest. When I live in a mountain forest, I will sing to the accompaniment of rustling green leaves. When I am too old to sing, I will sit under a green tree and listen to the whispers of leaves. When I am too old to breathe, I will dissolve myself into the soil of the forest. When that day comes, I will become a part of the forest and a leaf on the branch, thinking about the forest.

5. A paragraph describing the beautiful scenery of the forest in the evening

In the evening of spring, the sun, like an old tracker who did his duty, put down the rope of light, stood on the horizon and looked back at the sea.

the sky and the earth seem to say goodbye to the sun solemnly. In the blue sky, golden clouds are holding the sun with nostalgia; Ocean, shaking a huge golden wreath; The masson pine forest on the beach is waving a dark green headscarf inlaid with gold thread; The rolling hills are like a row of strong men, staring affectionately; The gently flowing sea breeze seems to be a lingering kiss goodbye ... A magnificent and melancholy dusk hangs over this wonderful and desolate land.

Chunmin's "Concrete" Spring dusk, it's a natural beauty on earth! The grass is green, the flowers are red, and the sweet and bitter smell of flowers and plants comes from the bright evening breeze. When the light of the sunset is close to the ground, the piles of wool-like clouds in the sky begin to appear a circle of pink and pink; Then it turned into red gold, ochre red, and finally rose red.

The fields are filled with pollen-like brilliance. Woods, wheat fields, sand hills, rivers and cottages are all soaked in this moist and moist glow. Guo Baolin's Evening for Hometown Summer evening, the scenery on the canal is like a magnificent oil painting.

The setting sun is like blood, and the sunset glow is like fire, which has plated fields, villages, Woods, rivers and green curtains with soft gold. Farmers returning from hoeing, cowboys with whips and flowers, and returning pedestrians are rushing on the road.

the smoke from the kitchen chimneys is curling up in the village, and the water vapor like mist is floating on the river. Birds go into the forest, chickens go to the nest, cattle and sheep go into the pen, mules and horses go back to the shed, and grasshoppers bark under the bean worms and on the pumpkin flowers.

the moon is on the willow tip. Liu Shaotang's "Pu Liu Ren Jia" is a scene similar to a summer evening garden. There is no wind, and the pool surface reflects the afterglow of the sunset, as calm as a golden mirror.

in the middle of the forest, a small village appears in the distance. When the dew falls, a group of livestock, mixed with barking and hoofbeats, walk home like a musical ensemble ... You will sincerely swear that you will never need a more beautiful scenery than this in your life ... This beautiful dusk will disappear in an hour, so it is even more worthy of nostalgia.

in order to protect its reputation, it tells others to cherish themselves before they get tired, and then it turns into night at the right time. (Russian) herzen's "Whose Crime" On a summer evening, the wild noise of the finches passed through the dusk and circled in the sky.

On the moonlit night, there are frogs croaking like balls, just like bubbles floating on the pond. If this old house is not shaken by heavy cars all the time, as if the earth is shaking in high heat, you will never expect to live in Paris.

(French) romain rolland's "John Christophe" Autumn evening In the late autumn evening, the clouds in the sky are beautiful and colorful: some are in full bloom like spring flowers; Some are like beasts rushing; Some are even more beautiful if colorful birds fly and are reflected in the clear Huanjiang River. And there are a group of ducks returning late, gathered in a triangle, and slowly paddled to their destination on the colorful water waves. The river was divided into two roads, and the water waves plowed by each duck spread to the left and right, and slowly rushed to the grass by the river, giving people an indescribable sense of quiet beauty; Looking across the river, on the other side of the river, the farmhouse under Jinji Mountain, the smoke is curling up and rising, the villagers' cattle and sheep moo, the golden rooster sings at night, and the village women, in clusters, are laughing and washing clothes. I look at the railing and am intoxicated by this beautiful landscape painting of the water town.

The dusk in late autumn in Zhou Ce's "Fantasy about the Xi Shi Ting" always comes quickly, and before Yamanoue is cleared by the vapor evaporated by sunlight, the sun sets in the western hills. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain, while the shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but soon it was turned silver by the moon candle.

Feng Deying's "Bitter Flower" When I walked out of the hut in the winter evening, it had already landed in the gray Yuan Ye, and the snow had stopped. The wind was not strong, but the cold was biting. The sky in the west, from the dense clouds, scattered a few rosy clouds, thin and beautiful, and there was a star in the east, which appeared and disappeared.

There are several mud houses in Yuan Ye, and there is a faint dusk, which gently blows on them. I got on the horse, and the horseshoe stepped on the grass covered with residual snow and gave a dull groan.

the smell of wormwood and mint came at me again. Suddenly, a wild duck, startled from the grass, passed over my head and landed on the river in the distance.

The old elm man stretched out his arm again and said goodbye to me.

6.4), write a poem describing the beautiful scenery of the mountain village in the evening

The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning.

Drinking (Tao Yuanming)

build house is surrounded by people, and there are no cars and horses.

when you ask him what he can do, you are far from self-centered.

under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

the weather is getting better every day, and the birds are returning.

there is a real meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it if I want to argue.

my home is built on a busy road where people live together, but I have never bothered to entertain people and make noise.

ask me how I can be so free and easy, and my mind is naturally quiet and far away from the mundane.

Picking chrysanthemums under the East Wall makes me wander, and I suddenly look up and enjoy the wonderful scenery of Nanshan.

In the twilight, the colorful fog lingers and rises, and flocks of birds return to the embrace of Xiangyuan Mountain.

Nanshan Yangzhi, this has the true meaning of life, how can I express the profound inside!

Poems about the Grove 1. Write a poem about the Grove

I call the green grove

to fly with me to the Yuan Ye

shake a bunch of new leaves in early spring

It's a green flag

drag a tiny flower

peach, The white cloud

sends a new stick as a pointer

to a young female teacher

sends a new stick as a horse to ride

to a child who didn't go to school

crosses the ridge with me

turns into a horse's mane around the neck of a galloping horse

strolls to the river with me

strings of figures fall into the spring water

The spring breeze gently sweeps over the forest tops. Our hair

We ran forward ecstatically

Tired from running, Just stand with your hands

Close your eyes quietly in the moonlight

If the ground is wet by the spring rain

It's our sweat

Come to the green grove

Run with me on the Yuan Ye

2. The poem about the forest

turns green in the urban grove

. My grove

The ants and flying insects in the grove

These humble lives come with spring

Under the soil, I hear the sound of earthworms crawling

Knock down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads

On the grass in the grove, I see a group of goats

waving their long beards and bleating

. Walking towards me leisurely

There are tears of happiness on my face

Forest

One day

when I retire at home

I will take my life savings

and go to the unknown mountain forest

One day

when I live in the mountain forest

I will

sing and sing with the accompaniment of rustling green leaves.