Poetry related to plants, modern poetry

1. Modern Plant Poetry

Poetry 1 modern poetry about plants.

Deciduous forefinger

I picked up a fallen leaf.

Look at it thoughtfully.

The wrinkles on the dead leaves are deep.

The lines on my back are like blue veins.

There are no gold and brilliant colors.

Just a gray face in Zhang Qing.

It used to be so plump and bright.

The dark green leaves are shining with hope.

This storm has its heated debates.

This kind of mask is comfortable and cool in the hot sun.

Now, driven by the cold current of fate,

Like an old busker.

Curled up in the street

Trembling bass singing

A dead leaf that no one understands.

It turned out that my heart was lost.

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pear

Hilda Doolittle

Silver dust and fog

Rise from the ground

I can't reach it.

You have risen so high.

Oh, silver

I can't reach it.

You bloom to us.

There are no other flowers to bloom.

Such strong pure white petals

No other flower can get such rare silver.

And then separate out the silver.

Oh, white pears

You flower clusters

Bloom in the branches

Use your purple heart medal

Bring summer and ripe fruit.

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lotus

A faint scent, a faint affection

A trace of elegance

A faint lotus flower

Love your lightness and your elegance.

People who love you are not stained with mud.

Pick flowers and put them in front of the pool.

The faint fragrance attracts butterflies.

"Xiao-he didn't show sharp corners.

Dragonflies have been standing at the top. "

Pray for this poem and praise this lotus.

There is nothing better than Dimfragrance.

Come quietly.

Walk quietly

The wind takes away your drunkenness.

Rain is falling on you.

Wind and rain are your companions.

You are an angel in my dream.

Your purity, your serenity.

I'm drunk.

I'm fascinated.

the Dutch ...

2. Modern plant poetry

white birch

At my window,

There is a birch tree,

As if covered with silver frost,

Put a snowflake on it.

Furry branches,

The lace of snow embroidery is very chic.

Strings of flowers are in full bloom,

White tassels are picturesque.

In the dim silence,

Yuli this birch tree,

In the flashing golden light,

Shining with brilliant snowflakes.

Birch trees wander around,

Sunset,

It sends messages to branches covered with snow and zd.

Another layer of silver brilliance.

Deciduous forefinger

I picked up a fallen leaf.

Look at it thoughtfully.

The wrinkles on the dead leaves are deep.

The lines on my back are like blue veins.

There are no gold and brilliant colors.

Just a gray face.

It used to be so plump and bright.

The dark green leaves are shining with hope.

This storm has its heated debates.

This kind of mask is comfortable and cool in the hot sun.

Now, driven by the cold current of fate,

Like an old busker.

Curled up in the street

Trembling bass singing

A dead leaf that no one understands.

It turned out that my heart was lost.

pear

Hilda Doolittle

Silver dust and fog

Rise from the ground

I can't reach it.

You have risen so high.

Oh, silver

I can't reach it.

You bloom to us.

There are no other flowers to bloom.

Such strong and pure white petals.

No other flower can get such rare silver.

And then separate out the silver.

Oh, white pears

You flower clusters

Bloom in the branches

Use your purple heart medal

Bring summer and ripe fruit.

There are three songs on it, I hope to adopt them ~

Also; The following is a handwritten newspaper about modern plant poems;

3. Modern ancient poems related to plants

There are no ancient poems in modern times, but in ancient times:

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." -Lin Bu's "Xiao Mei Yi in the Mountain Garden"

How can plum blossom fragrance be without biting cold?

The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance. -Lu Meipo's "Xue Mei No.1"

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. -Wang Anshi's Plum Blossom/Plum Blossom

Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window and suspected it was you. -Lutong "Thinking"

There are several plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. -Liu Zhu's "Partridge Sky, Snow Show Mountain City, Jade Meaning Cold"

This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and different peaches and plums are mixed;

As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month. -Cold nights in Du Lei.

4. Modern ancient poems related to plants

That's too much.

Peach branches on the river,

The spring cold drizzle faded from the hedge.

Shadows are seduced by clear water,

The wind envies the safflower but blows back.

Tang Dynasty ... Du Fu's Storm ...

One or two small trees are blooming,

It's always appropriate to get drunk on sunny days and rainy days.

The only regret is white and red,

It's just when it's slightly open and half vomited.

Song (surname) ... Yang Wanli's "Apricot Flowers in the County Garden"

Flowers send residual cold, and fruits send new fire.

Fortunately, there are no plums in Guanzhong. You are strong and full of harmony.

Song (surname) ... Su Shi's apricot

Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.

I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.

Qing Dynasty ... Bamboo in Zheng Banqiao.

5. Poems about plants

1. Jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down.

(He Zhangzhi's "Singing Willow") 2. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. (Wang Wei's Acacia) 3. Why should Qiangdi blame the willow? Spring breeze is not enough. (Wang Zhihuan's Liangzhou Ci) 4. Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the duck prophet on the riverside.

(Su Shi's Night Scene of the Spring River in Hui Chong) 5. Spring scenery can't be caged in the garden, and an apricot comes out of the wall. (Ye Shaoweng's "Not Worth Visiting the Garden") 6. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are of different colors.

(Yang Wanli's Seeing Lin Zifang at Dawn in Jingci Temple) 7. Egrets fly in front of mount cisse, peach blossoms flow and mandarin fish are fat. (Zhang "Fishing Songs") 8. I want to wet apricot flowers and rain, but I don't want to blow my face.

(Zhinan "Jueju") 9. If the spring rain breaks the bridge, the boat will support Liu Yin. (Xu Fu's Youchun Lake) 10. If you know from a distance that this is not snow, there is a smell coming.

(Plum Blossom by Wang Anshi) 1 1. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. (Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass) 12. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

(Gong Zizhen's Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems) 13. The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. Han Yu's Early Spring presented eighteen members of Zhang Shui Department' 14. Flowers are more and more attractive, but shallow grass can lose its horseshoe.

(Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang) 15. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. (Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum) 16. Learn to dye the light yellow day lily color, and several branches are fluttering in the wind.

(Yan's Lily) 17. This body is in the snow forest, and different peaches and plums are mixed with incense dust. (Wang Mian's White Eyebrows) 18. Steal a pear core and borrow a plum blossom soul.

(Cao Xueqin's Ode to Bai Hai Tang) 19. The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. (Wang Mian's Mo Mei) 20. Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest.

(Deng Erya's "Flowers") Poems about Plants: The grass grows across the plain and comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.

Li Shangyin, a guest after leaving, is lost in my small garden without the rank of the inner room and the petals. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.

My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.

Mowangmeimian, the first tree in my West Wild Goose Lake, has a faint ink mark. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Lily blossoms are clear and neat, and Zhao He learns to dye the day lily pale yellow, and several branches are fluttering in the wind. It is difficult to feel sorry for yourself and join the WTO, which does not mean that this flower was planted in front of the imperial court.

Tang Yuanzhen's house with autumn chrysanthemum clusters is like a ceramic house, and the edges of the walls around it are more and more inclined. It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.

Operator Yongmei Song Lu Yui broke the bridge outside, lonely and empty. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.

Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

Yongmei Mao Zedong, an operator in Oracle Bone Inscriptions, sent spring home in the wind and rain. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.

Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.

The snow-covered forest in Wang Yuan, Bai Mei blends in with it, and different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li.

Momeiyuan, a tree in the Wang Mian of Xiyan Lake near my home, has a faint ink mark. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

This park is not worth visiting. Ye Songshao Weng should pity the dog's teeth and print moss, but Xiao Kou Chai Fei won't open for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

Flowers are in modern Deng Erya. Yesterday's snow looks like flowers, and tomorrow's flowers will look like snow. Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest.

Begonia, snow piano, half-rolled incense curtain and half-fan, ground ice into earth jade as a basin. Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.

The fairy in the moon cave sewed a gown, and the eternal woman in my heart tried to cry in autumn. Who do you complain to in silence? Tired of leaning against the west wind, the night has fainted.

Acacia Wei When those red berries come in spring, they will appear on the branches of your southern country. I suggest you collect more as a symbol of our love! In the Southern Dynasties, there were many kinds of leaves grafted by Lilium houliangxiao, and the flowers were the same color.

Dew or droop, droop from the wind. Looking back at Hua Qing Palace Chang 'an, there are piles of embroidery, and thousands of doors are opening at the top of the mountain.

As soon as I rode on the smile of smoke and smoke, no one knew that the fresh fruit litchi was sent from the south. Drinking Huaiyang in the early winter night makes me want to have sex, and the guest sleeves invade the frosted candle tray.

Who will lean on the railing next year? Who is Shen Xia Xiansi singing in harmony? The grass road is too bumpy to find. One night, I dreamed at the foot of the mountain. The water was like a ring, like the moon.

Sighing flowers naturally seeks fragrance. If you are late for school, you don't have to be disappointed and resentful. The wind is crimson, the green leaves are shaded and the branches are full of branches.

The mountain is far away, the stone path is inclined, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Plums are counting in the corner, and cold ling opens it alone. Knowing from afar is not snow, only Dimfragrance comes.

Aileen said that the flowers on land and water vegetation are lovely. Tao Jinyuan clearly loves chrysanthemums. Since Li Tang came, peonies have been loved all over the world.

I love the mud of the lotus but don't dye it. It is clear but not evil. The outside is straight, not creeping, very graceful, and you can see from a distance that it is not ridiculous. I call chrysanthemum, the hermit of flowers; Peony, blooming with wealth; Lotus, the gentleman of flowers.

Hey! The love of chrysanthemum flowers is rarely heard after Tao; Lian Ai, who's left? Peony's love should attract all people! Bai Juyi's "Qin Zhongyin" 10 "Buy Flowers" The imperial capital is dying in spring, and it is noisy. When peonies share, they buy flowers from each other.

The price is uncertain, and the number of flowers is rewarded directly. Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food.

Hang a curtain on it and weave a fence next to it. Sprinkle water and seal it with mud, and the color will not change.

There is an Weng who comes to buy flowers occasionally. Bow your head and sigh alone. This sigh is nobody's business.

Bai Juyi's "Peony Square" is a good example, and its poem goes: Peony Square, Peony Square, Golden Flower Ruby Room. A thousand pieces of red Xia Yingming and a hundred crimson lights are bright.

According to the ground, the splendid satin blooms, and the wind doesn't knot the blue musk sac. Fairy trees are white and colorless, and the peach blossoms of the Queen Mother are small and not fragrant.

Dewdrops are purple, and the morning glow is red. There are shades of red and purple, and the back is always very low

Ying Ye is sentimental and ashamed, and lying in the flowers is hard to make up. Doubt covers your mouth, resentment and low charming smile, such as heartbroken.

Rich and expensive multimedia messages are brilliant and colorful, and they are unparalleled. Carnation's money is good, hibiscus peony is bitter ... = = = = = = = Xu Ning has a poem "Peony": Who doesn't love peony flowers, takes all the good things in the city.

English is the goddess of Luochuan, who tries her best to break the morning glow. = = = = = = = = = Yuan Zhen's Chrysanthemum Autumn Silk looks like a Taoist, and the edge of the fence is more and more inclined.

It's not that chrysanthemums are favored among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless. Chrysanthemums are planted in Huang Chao, where the west wind is rustling all over the yard, but it is hard to come to Hua Die in cold weather.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils and Huang Tingjian's Ling Boxian dust socks and walked lightly on the water.

Who recruited this heartbroken soul, kindness.

6. Modern plant poetry

Modern poems about plants?

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Lotus's heart

The author Xi Murong Dynasty is a modern man.

I am a blooming summer lotus.

How hopeful

You can see me now.