1. Modern poems about describing scenery
1 Farewell to Cambridge Again I left as gently as I came; I waved my hand gently to bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the river are the bride in the sunset; the beautiful shadows in the ripples of light are rippling in my heart. The green banana-plant on the soft mud wave slippery in the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the Cam River, I would willingly be a waterweed! The pool under the shade of elm trees is not a clear spring, but a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae, precipitating rainbow-like dreams.
Looking for a dream? Take a punt and row upstream to where the grass is ever greener, Load a whole boat of starlight and sing in the colorful starlight. but I can't sing, silence is the shengxiao of parting; the summer insects are silent for me too, silence is tonight's Cambridge.
I leave as quietly as I came here; I wave my sleeves and don’t take away a single cloud. 2 Chapter Fragment You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery. People watching the scenery look at you on the bridge. The bright moon decorates your windows and you decorate other people's dreams. 3 The afternoon sun ignites the dim heart and the happy flame spreads to the green corridor and is fragrant. The fragrance of words shakes to the ground, the melancholy and the budding hope sing on the passionate branches, hold the soothing notes, read the path of loneliness, rationalize the winter thoughts, transform into an ocean of love, intoxicate the wind of the north, cleanse the world of mortals. Hold a handful of blue sea water, drink a cup of green spring light, draw a picture with a pen, let me swing my poetry, weave a dream with my heart, let me compose music in the waves, ignite the dim heart, and the happy flame spreads to the green The fragrant language of the corridor is shaking, the melancholy and budding hope are singing on the passionate branches, holding the soothing notes, reading the lonely direction, rationalizing the winter thoughts, turning into an ocean of love, intoxicating the Northland. The wind has washed away the sadness of the mortal world. Take a handful of blue sea water and drink a cup of green spring light. Draw a picture with a pen and let me stir up the poetry. Weave a dream with my heart and let me compose music in the waves. Pushkin on the winter morning ( (Russian 1799-1837) Frost and sunshine, what a wonderful day! Charming friend, you are sleeping peacefully.
It’s time, beauty, to wake up! Quickly open your sleepy eyes that were closed by Anle. Please come out, as the morning star of the north, to meet the morning glow goddess of the north! Last night, you remember, the wind and snow were swirling, and the menacing sky was covered with a layer of darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. And you are sitting there, bored - but now... ah, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it is spreading dazzlingly on the field like a velvet blanket.
The vast expanse of white snow is shining with the sun, and only the transparent woods are darkening. And the fir branches glowed green through the hoarfrost: the frozen river shone brightly.
The whole room was illuminated by the light of amber. There was a pleasant crackling sound in the newly lit fire.
At this time, it is so beautiful to lie in bed and daydream. However, should you ask someone to hitch the brown horse to the sleigh as soon as possible! My dear friends, the journey is light and easy. Let us glide through the morning snow.
Let the fierce horses run, let us visit the empty fields. The lush woods and the river bank not long ago were so dear to me.
2 Plum Tree Ye Saining (Su 1895-1925) The fragrant plum tree blooms with spring, and its golden branches grow like curly hair. Honey-sweet dewdrops flow down the bark of the tree; leaving behind spicy green traces, shining in the silver.
The satin-like flower spikes shine under the dewdrops, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the remaining snow melts, on the grass near the tree roots, a silver stream flows happily.
The thick plum tree stretched out its branches, exuding a charming fragrance, and the golden green marks reflected the rays of the sun. The stream raised waves of broken jade, splashing onto the branches of the thick plum tree, and played the strings of the piano under the cliff, singing to her affectionately.
3 The tree by my window Frost (American 1874-1963) The tree by my window, the tree by my window, When night falls I close the window; But never close the curtains, So as not to isolate you and me. You are a hazy dream rising from the earth, you are as erratic as the clouds, and not everything that your light tongue loudly declares makes perfect sense.
But tree, I have seen the wind shake you. If you caught a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you would see that I too was violently stirred, almost swept away by the storm.
Destiny, out of its child's play, connected the two of us that day: you were affected by the external climate, and I was affected by the storm inside. 2. Modern poems about describing scenes
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"Farewell Cambridge" by Xu Zhimo
I'm walking softly
Just as I came gently;
I waved gently,
Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river,
is the bride in the sunset;
The beautiful shadow in the ripples,
is in my heart Ripple.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
swaying oily under the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed!
The pool under the shade of elm trees,
is not a clear spring,
is a rainbow from the sky crushed among the floating algae,
settling A rainbow dream.
Looking for a dream? Take a long punt pole,
Sail upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boat full of stars,
Sing in the colorful starlight.
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is today Cambridge at night.
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeves,
I will not take them away. A cloud.
"Dead Water" by Wen Yiduo:
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water,
The breeze cannot blow any ripples.
Why not throw away more junk?
Just throw in your leftovers.
Maybe the copper will turn green into jade,
A few peach blossoms will be embroidered on the iron can;
Let the grease weave a layer of silk,
The mold steamed up some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Filled with pearl-like white foam;
The small beads laugh and turn into big beads,
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He was bitten by a mosquito that stole wine.
Such a ditch of hopeless stagnant water can only be said to be somewhat vivid.
If the frog cannot bear the loneliness,
The stagnant water will sing again.
This is a ditch of hopeless stagnant water.
This is by no means a place for beauty.
It is better to let ugliness reclaim it.
Look What a world he created.
Spring
The flowers are like clouds and the grass is new
After three seasons
You are still the same
Breeze The drizzle on my face moistens my eyebrows
Insomnia for three nights
My beauty seems to be fading
I am neither pure nor charming
Concentrate for three seconds
p>My mood is as intoxicating as fine wine
Coming here for you and having no sleep for you
More than just three autumns
Recalling the fragrance that is better than cologne
< p> Saying farewell to the old and welcoming the new is still the same 3. Modern poems about sceneryPoetry 1: On the river in the evening of autumn
Birds returning to their nests,
Although Even now, I am still carrying the setting sun back.
With a flip of the wings,
dropped the setting sun on the river;
The white-headed reeds,
also turned into a flash of beauty. .
Poetry 2: Spring Dream
I like
to call dreams in spring
spring dreams
I try hard to dream about you
But it’s always in vain
I like to turn over the pillow when I wake up
I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true
In this imaginative spring
What I turn over and over again is
Can’t sleep alone
Poem 3: Xiaoxiao in the city The woods
are turning green, my little woods
Ants and flying insects in the woods
These humble lives come with spring
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling
Using my soft head to break open the door closed by the soil
On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats< /p>
Swinging his long beard and bleating
Shocking my youth and soul
A black goat walked towards me
p>
Tears of happiness hung on the face
Poetry 4: Sunset on the Autumn River
Drunken by the flowing clouds in the Western Mountains
The birds return together
< p> Autumn water falls and shines in two veinsThe boat collects the net and carries the fish back
The wind blows the reed flowers and flies
I feel tired when I sigh
I often hate the rush of time
Let me relax and sing a song
All the joy and sorrow are put into the cup in the palm of my hand
My heart chases after the dusk clouds
Poetry Five: Open the door of spring
Hear the chirping of birds
There are a few primulas in Chengxiao
They dare not enter the city
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Just cheering and jumping outside the effect
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel close to them
They are mine Friends
They seem to be relatives I met by chance
They are looking for unknown insects
Making friendly sounds to their companions
Outside the effect, I fell in love with the sound of birds
In the singing of birds
I opened the door of spring
Poetry 6: Good Luck Bamboo
Quietly in a tall glass bottle
Before the new leaves are taken out
The old ones have already fallen off
What is left There are only branches that are falling
One by one, they gradually turn white, yellow and gradually turn into dark green
What a deserted green branch
Where is that one?
It is growing vigorously
Curled at the bottom of the vase
Carrying all life
The leaves rustle when the wind blows Ring
What is it talking about
It can’t bring me anything
Why is it called Lucky Bamboo
Just give it to me It’s just comfort in my heart
Poetry 7: Wind
It was the wind that night that made me intoxicated,
Looking at the stars on the horizon,
Under the light is a tranquil river,
It flows lonely into the distance,
It passes through the forest,
It passes through the silence ,
It passes through the hustle and bustle,
It passes through love.
It flows silently into the distance.
The morning breeze is refreshing, refreshing, and the joy of rebirth.
Poetry 8: This Spring
This spring my heart is very confused
Sometimes I think of certain tombstones
Sometimes I think of my childhood
My heart is very confused this spring
The poems of spring have been written by spring
My poems are spring grass leaves and corollas
In this spring
What else can I do
Who else can I embrace spring and time with? 4. Modern poetry describing scenery
< p> Spring Dream/I like
to call the dreams I have in spring
Spring Dream
I try hard to dream about you
But it’s always in vain
I like to turn over the pillow after waking up
I heard that if you do this, your dreams will come true
In this daydreaming spring
What I am tossing and turning over is
I can’t sleep alone
2. Push open the door of spring
Listen The birds are chirping
In Chengxiao, there are a few primulas
They dare not enter the city
They only cheer and jump outside the city
>They are as simple as farmers in the countryside
It makes me feel close to them
They are my friends
It seems that I met them by chance Relatives
They are looking for unknown bugs
Making friendly sounds to their companions
Outside of the effect, I fell in love with the sounds of birds
Amidst the chirping of birds
I opened the door of spring
3. This spring
My heart is very confused this spring
p>I think of certain tombstones for a while
I think of my childhood for a while
My heart is very confused this spring
The poems of spring have been written by spring Full
My poem is the grass leaves and flower crowns of spring
In this spring
What else can I do
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
Autumn
He Qifang
Shake off the dewdrops in the morning,
The tinkling sound of logging drifted out of the deep valley.
Put down the sickle that has been fragrant with rice,
Use the basket on your back to hold the plump melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river,
Put away the shadow of the black cypress leaves like a blue bream.
The reeds are covered with white frost,
The little oar is gently swaying as it returns to the mooring.
Autumn games on fishing boats.
The grassy fields become more spacious amidst the sound of crickets.
The stream has become clearer because it has dried up and seen stones.
Where has the sound of the flute on the cow's back gone?
The flute hole filled with the fragrance and heat of the summer night?
Autumn dreams are in the eyes of the shepherdess.
Autumn - Haizi
Use our bones lying on the ground
to write on the beach: youth. Then carry the aging father on his back
The long direction of time is interrupted
Animal-like fear fills our poems
Whose voice can reach the son of autumn, the night is long and noisy The sound
covers our bones lying on the ground——
Autumn has arrived.
Without any forgiveness or tenderness: Autumn has arrived
1987.
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On the streets of autumn
I can’t find the rain lane
A chance encounter with a girl who looks like a lilac
Holding an oil-paper umbrella< /p>
On the bank of willows
No trace of spring can be found
In the bustling city
All that breaks into the ears is the whistle< /p>
What cannot be heard is always the chirping of birds and the singing of insects, including autumn cicadas 5. Modern poems describing scenes
1. Early spring
The author Wang Yizhen is modern in his dynasty
It's spring, and the peach blossoms in Longhua are blooming, blooming in those nights, those blood-spotted nights,
Those nights are starless, those nights are windy, those nights Listening to the widow's sobs,
And this ancient land is like a hungry beast at any time, licking the blood of young people,
The stubborn son of man blood, so after a long winter,
After the season of ice and snow, after infinite sleepy expectations,
These blood stains, stains of blood, in the mythical night,
In the deep black night in the east, countless buds burst open,
The south of the Yangtze River was decorated with spring. People asked: Where does spring come from?
I said: From the tombs in the suburbs.
2. Spring
Author Ai Qing Dynasty Modern
Spring is here, and the peach blossoms in Longhua bloom, blooming in those nights, blooming in those bloody nights ,
Those nights were starless, those nights were windy, those nights were listening to the widow’s sobs,
And this ancient land is like a desert at any time. A hungry beast, licking the blood of young people,
The blood of the stubborn son of man, so after the long winter,
After the season of ice and snow, after Infinitely sleepy expectations,
These bloodstains, stains of blood, in the mythical night,
In the deep black night of the East, countless buds burst open,
p>
Spring is everywhere in the south of the Yangtze River. People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: From the tombs in the suburbs.
3. The Sea in July
Author Haizi Dynasty Modern
Folks, who can see you on the sea is so happy!
We all betray our own hometown
We will regard happiness as our ancestral profession
Painful poems in Fang Xia’s hands
Today The white waves are so big! Folks, he is higher than your granary
If I stop telling you, if I accidentally forget you
Leave my hometown aside
I won’t even know myself Even if I give up, I will never return to the farmer's home for the autumn harvest
In July I can always suddenly return to the desolation
To catch up for the last time
I put on my hat Put on a swimsuit and die quietly
In July I can always suddenly return to the desolation
4. The wind is beautiful
The author Haizi Dynasty Modern
The wind is beautiful, the small wind is beautiful, and the breasts in nature are beautiful.
The water is beautiful, water.
The moment when you are talking to no one is beautiful.
5. Moonlight
Author Haizi Dynasty Modern
Look at the beautiful moonlight tonight! Shining by the moonlight
Horses drinking water and salt
And sound
Look how beautiful the beautiful moonlight is tonight
Life among the sheep and the quiet voice of death
I am listening!
This is a song of earth and water, moonlight!
Don’t say you are a lamp among lamps, moonlight!
Don’t say there is a place in your heart
That is a place I have never dared to dream of
Don’t ask Taozi about his collection of peach blossoms
Don’t ask about the virgin osmanthus flowers and villages in the wheat field
How wonderful are you looking at the beautiful moonlight tonight!
Don’t say why the candlelight of death should be dumped
Life still grows on the river of sorrow
The moonlight shines, the moonlight shines
Tonight The beautiful moonlight flows together 6. Modern poems about scenery
The scenery outside the window
Some people say
Either travel
or read
Body and soul
There must be a journey on the road
When you take the train
the bus to a new destination
Have you noticed the scenery along the way?
When you are tired from working or studying
Have you ever had the habit of standing by the window and looking into the distance?
Take a photo of the scenery outside the window
Your mood and insights
Come and share it with everyone
The plane takes off
Sitting on the seat by the window
Looking out the window alone
The plane passed through thin clouds one after another
In a void It seemed a little lonely in the sky
Just like me
Maybe I’m used to it
I didn’t feel any discomfort
Continue reading Looking out the window
From time to time, I can see individual clouds
Gradually moving away from my sight
The plane has risen to the highest point
< p> You can only see it by moving your eyes down a little bitThat big cloud
I suddenly felt that it
looked a lot like what I had eaten before Marshmallows
Soft
Sweet
But now I can’t eat them
Or even if I can eat them
p>
But I can never find the feeling I had before. 7. What are the modern poems about describing scenery
1. Autumn
Author: Gu He Modern
p>The wind that blows through the sky also blows through your body
The clouds disperse, the dust falls, and the village fades into the dusk
The purple golden bell flowers knock, and the setting sun It gets cooler a little
Autumn comes and becomes sparser, and the vines turn the Milky Way overhead
Before the wine is brewed, loneliness has eleven colors
The grapes are shining Light is absorbed by the dark branches
The cubs and butterflies are separated only by the turn of the moonlight
A snow completes the myth of the distant mountains, and the eagle never appears
Poems of comfort are as light as feathers and heavier than birds flying over
The old man fell asleep in the grass, and the baby did not wake him up
The grass grew with his body, Desolation spreads over the bones
Time is slowly gathering him instead of gently taking him away
2. Twilight
Author: Qilun Modern
The twilight is slightly cold
The lights emerge from the Liuyang River
Quietness is the country and personal feelings at this moment
Yesterday’s rain put away the classical Rhythm
From a free fall
Invisible as a nostalgic person, traveling through the past
Finding parallel lines in life while walking
Me Imagine yourself
with your own crystal clear soul. From a high place
overlooking the grass lying in one's body practicing yoga
Green, as if there is a vague shadow in the memory
But who do I hear? Sigh in the wind. Twilight
Like a person who talks about love in his mind
About the distant hometown, the nicknames of potatoes and snow radish
The wind blows through the wilderness.
Empty distant mountains
Trying to find symmetrical things in the plain of the sober brain
I am not sure that I
can contribute a solid image, even if Big and unreasonable
Even though it is too empty to be poetic
3. Autumn scene
Author: Ni Zhangfu Modern
Blue Dome
Green camphor
The black road leads to the distance
The red pedestrians look at the end
The gray building is hidden Window of the Soul
A group of white migratory birds prostrate themselves in the center of the city
Listening devoutly to the teachings of Shili Cooking Smoke
4. Ode to Alshan
Author: Wei Zhi 2234 Modern
Fantasy and Wonderful Scenery
The wind blows the dream of spring
In the distant snowy area, the peaks rise
The love of Qilin Peak
The bravery of legendary children
I still see the red cuckoo in the Rhododendron Valley
The sea of ??flowers stretches to the sky
Under the White Wolf Peak, happiness flows
The sun shines through the vast acreage of Songye Lake
Countless melancholy and sleeplessness are waiting in the wilderness
p>Even if I have a thousand regrets
I will still fall deeply in love with Aershan Hot Spring
This rippling blue wave with water in it
leads to countless happiness In an instant
Familiar fruits fall on the shoulders of strangers
They are all seeds of the future
But none of them can stay safe
Crossing from a river
and flying into another paradise
There are their shaking reflections in the water
There are also light edges that gather and disperse
Waking up from the water in autumn
Willow orchids are in full bloom
Gesang flowers have given themselves over
The steps are very light. The waist embraced by lilies is becoming more and more slender
A wisp of gauze and a wisp of mist
Waiting to blend in, a fantasy Aershan
5. Late autumn in Taihang
Author: Dong Dengfeng Modern
I don’t know when the ginkgo will mature
I can only see the golden ground under my feet
I don’t know when the north wind will blow
I saw persimmons with frost-covered red faces and single upturned branches
High mountain waterfalls
Crossing the flying stream
The warmest color< /p>
Turning the wild fields into a beautiful picture
Cherishing the wind blowing the remaining willows
The rain has dried up the lotuses
Winter is coming< /p>
Please
slowly roll up this colorful autumn picture
and dedicate it to the hard-working and kind farmers 8. Modern poems about scenery
To the oak tree
If I love you——
I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,
Showing off myself on your high branches:
It brings cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your majesty.
Even daylight
Every gust of wind passes by,
We all greet each other,
but no one
listens Understand our words.
You have your copper branches and iron trunks,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Also like a halberd,
I have my
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;
< p> We enjoy the mist, the mist, the haze,It seems like we are separated forever,
But we are dependent on each other for life,
This is the great love ,
Fidelity is here:
Not only do I love your majestic body,
I also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet.
If you are the tearful shooter
I am that one
The white bird determined not to dodge
Just wait for that The arrow came through the air
and shot into my already broken heart
If you were the only one in this world
The only archer who could hurt me
I am all your youthful years
All the unforgettable joys and sorrows
Just like the last cloud
Hidden there Infinite blue sky
Then let me die in your hands
It’s like I can finally
die in your arms
*Actress
Please do not believe in my beauty
Do not believe in my love either
Under the face covered with oil paint
I have the heart of an actor
So please don’t take my sadness seriously
And don’t be heartbroken by my performance
Dear friends in this life