A towering poplar tree stands tall.

The upper part receives the spiritual energy from the sky,

The lower part receives the nutrition from the earth’s core.

Spread the sunshine,

Smile against the wind and frost,

Don’t be whirling, don’t be charming,

Just have the strength to stand upright.

He has a thick and straight shaft,

emitting light cyan light.

Conveys maturity and stalwarts,

The branches always point upward,

Each leaf embodies the imagination of life.

Cheer in the wind,

Sing to the rain,

Talk to the stars,

Dreams connect the blue sky and the moon.

In people's hearts,

A tall poplar tree stands erect,

A majestic body stands in the wilderness.

People write poems and paintings under the trees,

draw the waves of wheat,

draw the golden color of rapeseed,

draw the style Nanlidu,

Draw the good pasture of Baimatang,

Draw the sea of ??ten thousand acres of tea,

Draw the orchards of fruits,

Draw new villages,

Draw the happy roads of thousands of households,

Write thousands of lines of fresh and elegant poems,

Write a new chapter of Youth Baiyang.

Beside the people,

stood a majestic poplar tree.

People are sowing hope under the trees,

The girl is singing in the sea of ??tea,

The boy is busy on the hillside,

Ancient The lantern opera sings about happiness,

People look forward to the future under the poplar trees,

Learn the rules and gather strength,

One call and a hundred people respond to the front with one heart.

People waved enthusiastically under the poplar trees,

Welcoming merchants from all over the world.

The streets are long and the river is winding,

The river where poplar trees get off is a sea of ??people,

The dream of new poplar has set sail... 2. Famous verses praising big trees

"Poems of Willow Branches" written by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty: "One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as tender as gold and as soft as silk. In the deserted garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, there is no one belonging to it every day. Who is that? "

Zhou Bangyan's "The King of Lanling·Liu"

The willows are straight, and the smoke is silky and green.

On the Sui Embankment, I have seen several times that the water is floating in the water to see off people.

Climb to see your homeland. Who knows Jinghua’s tired guests?

Changting Road should have more than a thousand feet of flexible strips every year.

Choose two of your own~~~~~~~~~~~

Looking for old traces leisurely, drinking while mourning, and leaving the table with the lights shining.

Pear blossoms and elm fire encourage cold food.

I am worried that the wind is fast with an arrow, and the waves are warm with half a pole. I turn around and count the posts after a long journey, looking at the people in the north.

Sadness and hatred piled up.

Farewell to Pupu, Tianjin is silent.

The setting sun slowly makes spring infinite.

Holding hands while reading the moon pavilion, listening to the flute on the exposed bridge, thinking about the past, like in a dream, tears dripping secretly.

"Poems of Willow Branches" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

One tree has thousands of branches in the spring breeze, as tender as gold and as soft as silk.

In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, who does it belong to when no one belongs to it all day long?

Green Gate Willow

Tang Bai Juyi

The green tree has a sad look, and has been part of the hatred of several people.

In order to say goodbye to many people near the capital, the long strips are folded to reduce the spring breeze.

Suzhou Willow

Tang Bai Juyi

The yellow and graceful beauty in Jingu Garden, the whirling green beside Qujiang Pavilion.

Laolai travels everywhere, unlike Suzhou where the most willows are.

The fluffy white hair is blowing across your face, leaving you with no idea what to do.

Chang'an New Willows

Tang Chenguang

Jiumo Yunchujiu, Huangqu willows are new. Different Tianyuan scenery, spring comes first.

The color is light and slightly revealing, and the silk is light and not dusty. A branch is about to be broken, and it will be morning when it returns.

Willows by the water in May

Tang Cuihu

The roots are tall and tall, and the hanging shadow covers the clear sky. My face is still cold when I sleep, my lazy waist is even softer.

Shake the air bar and it is heavy, and the water belt will unfold. It seems like the drunken smoke condenses on the scene, like the sorrowful moon with dew.

The long silken fish are mistakenly frightened, and the weak branches are frightened by birds. How sentimental is the long separation, and the spring is full of joy.

Willow

Tang Cui Oar

The wind is slow and the sun is late, dragging smoke across the water. Provoke the hatred of thousands of generals and tie them to short and long branches.

A man with weak bones is thin, and a woman with a light waist is hungry. I still miss my hometown without returning home.

Xinliu

Cui oar of Tang Dynasty

Ruthless and tender, let the spring urge, as if leaning against the ancient platform in the wind.

How much I hated last year and today, the color of Yugou comes from Dongting.

Willows on the Embankment

Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty

Tens of thousands of weeping willow threads weave farewell in spring. At the place where passers-by climb and break, the concubine has her heart broken.

Endowed with a willow tree in a long pavilion

Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty

The willow trees in the pavilion are swayed, and the shade is connected to the water flow. The rain rubs the golden strands thinly, and the smoke is soft and green.

Seeing off guests brings new regrets, and listening to orioles reminisce about old travels. If you give as a gift and get more as a gift, you will get late autumn.

Ti Liu

Tang Dihuan

In the south and north, shadows are whirling here. There is no end to the emerald green, and there is more to it than love.

The lingering rain lingers on the Ba Bank, and the mist envelopes the Sui River. He has a good reputation, can Qin Song succeed him?

Lonely Willow

Du Mu of Tang Dynasty

A willow tree containing smoke will sway in the wind for a long time.

The beautiful woman couldn't bear to be broken and looked back at her delicate hands with regret.

Willow Quatrains

Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

Several trees have newly bloomed and their green shadows are in full bloom, leaning against the wind and being fascinated by the spring.

I hate my hometown Fanchuan, half covering the village bridge and half brushing the stream.

Xinliu

Tang Dumu

Unable to shake the wind and the dawn, the beauty is new, and the thin waist is often jealous.

The green shade has not covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden ears are the first to welcome the spring in the garden.

A few sad memories of the long journey, a branch and the rain send the dust off.

There are many farewells outside the east gate, and people are worried about killing people day and night.

Willows in Yugou

Xunhe in Tang Dynasty

Spring comes in Yugou, and the willows beside the ditch are new in color. The thin cage penetrates the forbidden water and gently brushes the people entering the court.

The sun is approaching, the time is early, and the sky is low and the sky is even. The warbler's perch in the valley is not stable, and the painting of the palace maid is difficult to be realistic.

The Chu Kingdom is shaking with waves, while the Sui Dynasty embankment is secretly stirring up dust. In the Imperial City, Longjin must be conquered first.

Willow

Tang Fangqian

Swaying in the wind, softer than silk near the embankment. Who knows if the attitude is strong? If the strength is weak, it will be difficult to maintain it.

Learn to dance with branches, turn your sleeves, and spread your eyebrows like leaves. How to climb up and down, Huaiyou wrote poems again.

Liu

Han Xie of the Tang Dynasty

A cage of gold thread brushed against the curved bridge, and the waist was almost damaged by children.

Unfortunately, Linghe Biaoge is still there, and the spring is still long.

Two Songs of Willows

Tang Guyun

The dew and smoke hang down everywhere, and the yellow blossoms are yellow and the green is tender.

The long embankment has not seen the wind floating catkins, and the vast road is the first to pity the sun reflecting the silk.

Sneaking by the painted banquet to steal the dance, lowering oneself to the makeup pavilion to imitate frowning.

If you don’t leave the pavilion until late spring, you will fold all the thousands of branches on the eaves. 3. Are there any poems about praising development and prosperity by chanting towering trees?

I am filled with endless gratitude for your irrigation in my previous life. I silently think about repaying you in this life. The oaths made in front of the stone for three lives can only turn into a red building. That dream was filled with flying petals that only increased my tears. The beauty and refinement of the hibiscus water was also extremely fragile. It passed away when there were no tears. The absence of past and present lives should not be repeated in the next life. My tears flowed through you. Will your wounds not hurt? 1. Whose eyes have opened the fragrance of plum blossoms in the snowy land? It was a red sun, the sunshine of my hometown.

Hometown, a land of sunshine and snow, white is your only pursuit. The white snow shines dazzlingly under the sun, and then turns into soft spring water, taking away the sadness of winter.

Going home, snowflakes are falling in the dark. Open the doors and windows, and rays of sunlight shine down. Sitting in front of the desk, I feel the charm of words quietly.

Standing on the windowsill, holding the sycamore tree in my hand, and putting on the cotton-padded jacket made by my mother, my heart returned to the snowy, sunny youth era. The sun sets golden, and my father wields the hoe, watering the beautiful home with sweat.

Surrounded by snow, my sister watched the green wheat seedlings in the fields with her bright eyes, describing her own beautiful tomorrow to everyone in poetic language. Sitting in front of my home, thinking about my distant childhood.

Building snowmen and having snowball fights are the best fun for a group of authentic mountain village boys. When I was a child, I knew that there were mountains outside the mountains, and when the snow melted, there would still be snowflakes falling.

In the early morning, the wind stopped, I woke up from my dream, and only the snow was still flying. But I will soon feel the presence of sunshine. Under the sun, I see my mother and sister walking towards the depths of winter against the shining snow light.

The snow is on the road, and a string of footprints stretches towards spring.

On that day when the snowflakes were falling, the plum blossoms I was waiting for bloomed, pink, under the sun, among the snowflakes, beside the path at the entrance of the village, like a pretty woman walking onto a white stage to show off her grace.

Beyond Meiling, in the wind and snow, poetry came to my heart. 2. It started to snow in Qinba Mountain, and it was another winter in my hometown.

The snow is on the road, waiting for the sunshine to melt its life into a part of spring. The greetings of the wind slowly push forward the news of spring.

Spring is coming. Before the glacier could wake up, the earth was already full of life.

As I move towards the sunny day, the severe cold comes to me along with the snow. The snow turns into ice, and the ice turns into water, which is about to turn into a new scene of spring. My comfortable feeling was lost in the sunshine of last winter, and the memory is filled with wonderful sunshine.

On days when the sky is full of snowflakes, I miss my love affair with a girl in the land I deeply love. That winter, she came through the snow to warm my earth before the sun came.

Snow. Sunlight.

She is beautiful. Pleasure and happiness are a realistic poem that sends away the coldness of winter.

She came on a snowy day, and the cold wind blew away the sadness in my poem. I was walking alone in the snow, and she brought a down-and-out poet back to reality from the virtual beauty.

The sunshine opened up my full desire, and then I saw her smile. Pieces of snowflakes bring a bit of poetry and painting.

The warm sunshine makes our winter no longer cold. She nestled in a warm embrace and read affectionate poems. From time to time, she closed her eyes and thought about the beauty and happiness beyond poetry.

She made my life poetic. On sunny days, I began to smile. Between smiles, she has become my bride in this life.

3. In winter, embrace the fire. On a snowy night, the fire was opposite me.

Poetry was born from a conversation between my wife and I. In the poem, a spring garden is filled with flowers waiting to bloom.

The sunshine before dawn will melt the cold in my mind. The cold wind is still there, the snowflakes are still there, and the chill slowly begins to shrink, forming a kind of transparent crystal.

The wine exudes an alluring aroma from the cup, my wife’s face is pressed against mine, and the old sunshine has grown pairs of jealous eyes. There is no need for any reason for happiness. The sun began to warm from the creek.

My wife and I were walking hand in hand on the river bank, and she was smiling broadly. In my memory, the tears blown by the river wind are like the water splash on the sparkling river, surging with the continuous spring tide.

The sun falls on my face, my hands, and my feet, and all the days become brighter. Under the sun, my wife and I stepped forward, and the poetic rhythm made love begin to show off.

Under the sun, we began to read poems. Poems are the sunshine in winter, lighting up the boats of our lives to ride the wind and waves. On the morning when I walk towards the sunshine, I accept some emotions.

Through poetry and sunshine, I let go of my persistence in emotion and my love for life. 4. The sun shines brightly on us, and we express our love for life with our hard-working hands under the sun.

The morning breath is the most moving call of the sun. The red light from the east shrinks all wishes into one force, reflecting many refreshing memories.

The pure river breaks through the mist of dawn, the village, my lover of water quality, the smile of water quality, bright, pious and dignified. Love, a love that cannot be restrained by stunning bright flowers; a small boat, pursuing the bay of love along the river bank of time.

Youth is coated with sunshine, and love is filled with declarations. The past that was like songs, the poems that were once glorious.

The rhythm is slow, beating the vast mountains and rivers, feeling the strength of the mountains, and looking back at the spring when the rivers are surging. The blood of the long river, along the winding thoughts, reaches the sunny tomorrow.

Waiting in the living space, waiting for the sunshine to gently rub. fire.

Iron in fire. The red heart is overwhelmed by emotion.

Rays of sunshine open the garden of earthly love. Rose, the red exclamation, the flash of spiritual light, is the sun's regretless oath.

[Original] Emotional poem "Feelings of Flying Snow" (2007-01-02 08:55:06) Category: My poems travel through countless primitive feelings and countless colds and fly to the only green in the universe. The most beautiful green sphere here is open. Countless big trees hold up my body in my mind, afraid that I will break it. The most passionate here may be very close to the sun. The poet's pen praises for thousands of years, likes to gently fall between thoughts and words, likes to listen to the soul knocking on the strong door knocker, with the feelings of a girl. I sincerely visit every kind heart and come from afar. I can’t let go of my farewell feelings. I’m waiting for the arrival of spring to turn into water and be with you. (1) Trying to hold on to every piece of soil that I can reach. I want to hold on to the big tree on my back and work hard. Sucking the nutrients in every inch of the soil, I want the big tree on my back to become my pride every minute (2) Don't ask me how hard it took me to get out of the ground. I just want to show off.

4. Words to describe towering trees

Idioms about trees

1. Ancient cypresses, towering trees, willows, smoke, full of vitality and pavilions like canopies

2. The branches and leaves are whirling in the lush forest, the bamboo trees are covered with shadows, and the branches are circling in the vast forest

3. The tall branches and leaves are like a cover, the green trees are shaded, the green bamboo clumps are sparse and the shadows are slanted

4. A vitality of green pines and green pine trees. The cypress trees are lush and the slanting branches are as green as green onions

5. The green and verdant twists and turns of dead leaves and broken branches, the pines and rolling red maples are like fire

6. The lush and lush plain forest is surrounded by bamboo trees The willow trees in the desert are mottled with shadows

7. Tens of thousands of acres of green cover the sky, the sun-dry vines and old trees are green, pines and cypresses have twisting branches

8. The green branches and young leaves are vast, and the forest and sea trees are densely green. Green pines and verdant bamboos, roaring waves

9. Tangled dead trees, shady forests towering into the clouds in spring, dense clouds 5. Modern poems praising trees

"Youth White Poplar" Hymn Pang Qingsong in Enshi In the northeast, a towering white poplar stands.

The upper part receives the spiritual energy from the sky, and the lower part receives the nutrition from the earth’s core. Spread the sunshine, smile into the wind and frost, don’t be whirling or charming, just have the strength to stand upright.

He has a thick and straight shaft, emitting light blue light. It conveys maturity and majesty, the branches are always upward, and every leaf embodies the imagination of life.

Cheer in the wind, sing to the rain, talk to the stars, and dream of connecting the blue sky and the moon. In people's hearts, there is a tall poplar tree standing upright, with a majestic body standing in the wilderness.

People write poems and paintings under the trees, painting the waves of wheat, the golden color of rapeseed, the style of Nanli Crossing, the good pasture of Baimatang, the sea of ??ten thousand acres of tea, and the vast sea of ????tea. In the orchards of fruits, new villages have been drawn, happy roads for thousands of families have been drawn, and thousands of lines of fresh and elegant poems have been written. Beside people, stood a majestic poplar tree.

People are sowing hope under the trees, girls are singing in the sea of ??tea, young men are busy on the hillside, ancient lantern operas are singing about happiness, people are looking forward to the future under the poplar trees, learning rules and gathering strength. One call and a hundred responses move forward with one heart. People waved their hands warmly under the poplar trees, welcoming merchants from all over the world.

The streets are long and the river is winding. The river where poplar trees are getting off is a sea of ??people. The dream of new poplar trees has set sail... 6. Poems describing big trees

The trees are thick and the grass is luxuriant. Translation: Trees and grasses are thick and luxuriant. From: "Guan Cang Hai" by Cao Cao of the Han Dynasty.

Driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of knocking on firewood and thorns. Translation: I drove the chicken to the end of the tree, and then I heard someone knocking on the firewood door. From: "Three Poems of Qiang Village Part 3" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty.

The trees are so desolate, the sound of the north wind is sad. Translation: The wind rustles the trees, and the north wind whistles and howls. From: "Bitter Cold Journey" by Cao Cao in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

How numerous are the trees at Nanguo Gate. Translation: The area outside the south gate city is lush and green, with tall trees with lush leaves and branches. It comes from "Drinking" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty.

The king and his ministers have met each other, and the trees are still cherished by people. Translation: Liu Bei, Kong Ming, emperors and ministers met and the time passed, but the trees are still there and are still cherished by people. From: "The Journey to Ancient Cypresses" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty.

There is a lot of sad wind in the border areas, so how can the trees be repaired? Translation: There is a sad wind in the border areas, and the trees are wailing in the sad wind. From: "A Journey to the Pond" by Zhen Mi of the Han Dynasty.

The brambles and combs are more beautiful than the pond, and the fox and rabbit are arrogant and crazy about the trees. Translation: Weeds and trees, densely arranged like comb teeth, filled the pond. Foxes and rabbits are bold and do not run away when they see people. They circle around the trees. From: "Lianchang Palace Ci" by Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty.

Zengcheng was filled with luxurious houses, and the trees were green in winter. Translation: There are many Chinese houses in the city, and the trees are green in the cold winter months. From: "Chengdu Mansion" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty.