1. Ancient poems or famous sayings about "Populus euphratica"

1. Populus euphratica is a kind of emotion: green hope, gold heavy, strong great man, standing at the critical moment.

2. Populus euphratica is a sign: a symbol of the tenacious vitality of the desert people, a witness of the Kunpeng spreading its wings, and the driving force of the galloping horse.

3. Populus euphratica is an immortal poem and the king of thousands of plants: its roots are in the Gobi Desert, its body is planted in the desert, its branches are dependent on the desert wind, and its leaves grow in the sand.

4. Born for the desert, died for the desert. At the moment when Populus euphratica fell to the ground, I can still hear it whispering the beautiful legend after the vicissitudes of life.

5. The haunting Populus euphratica, those living, dead, lying and standing Populus euphratica have traveled through centuries of glory with three thousand years of legend.

6. If one day, even if your face is haggard and your heart is withered, then your undercurrent of soul is still an example worthy of my joining my fingers together to worship with piety.

7. Populus euphratica is loyalty: it will not be promiscuous when rich and powerful, it will not change when poor or lowly, and it will remain loyal and chaste. Don’t be flashy, don’t try to impress people, resist the wind, sand and cold, be sincere and loyal, and never regret it for thousands of years.

8. Populus euphratica has tears, and the strange forest is the solidification and crystallization of Populus euphratica's tears; Populus euphratica loves beauty, from immature to lush, from sprouting to dark green and even golden, it is the different gorgeous appearance of Populus euphratica.

9. Populus euphratica is so spectacular: the tree crown is so tall that it covers the sky and the sun, with a height of 30 meters and a width of 200 square meters. Populus euphratica in Ejina is concentrated and contiguous, as spectacular as a forest, and the forest waves are like thunder.

10. Populus euphratica is so magical: the three leaves of maple, poplar and willow are tied together. It can withstand barrenness, severe cold, drought and loneliness. It will survive for a hundred years without water and will not fall for a hundred years after death. It will not rot for a hundred years after it falls.

11. In the desert, Populus euphratica used persistence to maximize its unrepentant love for life. Populus euphratica is like the immortal soul of the desert, still clinging to the desert beneath its feet in the cycle of life and death.

12. Populus euphratica is so beautiful: unparalleled in the world, the beauty of the crown shape is like a gardener repairing it, the leaves are as colorful and changeable as if they were dyed by a painter, the trunk may be thick or straight, and the lines are clean and beautiful.

13. Populus euphratica is a miracle, it is the spirit of western people to overcome the harsh living environment and strive for thousands of years. Populus euphratica is hope and an integral part of the lives of local herders. Without Populus euphratica, there would be no attachment, love and pursuit of Populus euphratica.

14. The character of Populus euphratica is like our simple and honest people, who can live tenaciously no matter in any environment! The character of Populus euphratica is like our perseverance and strong nation, which can stand proudly no matter in any difficult and difficult times!

15. You are reluctant to part with the charm and golden color. You are moved by the shock that fills your soul, and you are inspired by an indescribable spirit. Looking up at the tall Populus euphratica, you can't help but want to pick off every piece of tenderness and give it to the friend who can understand you best. 2. Proverbs, sayings and poems about Populus euphratica

Lin Zexu Populus euphratica grows everywhere in tree nests, and the sky and severe cold make fire.

Wuqia Kezhong was inexhaustible, and the fire in the prairie burned into the sky. In the year of Jiashen, I traveled with Yu for the first time outside the Great Wall. It is rainy and sunny in mid-autumn, and the wind and dust are ups and downs.

In the morning, the body is covered with warm wine, and in the afternoon, the bare arms are covered with gauze. The skylight is far away, and the sand is swinging.

Seeing the dead silence and empty space alone, I feel sad and tragic! The mottling symbolizes the vicissitudes of life, and Populus euphratica is seen in the Gobi. Clusters of branches embrace each other, covering the desert.

The roots stand tall and straight independently, and the slanting shadow hangs alone chasing the sand. There are many and few, and the dust is roaring. The spirit that covers the heaven and the earth is called the soul. Who is the most powerful of the gods? Living for thousands of years without dying, there are many difficulties.

Bear the changes of cold dew and scorching sun, and watch the withering appearance of prosperity. Moving across the sand and sea without getting tired, unyielding to loneliness and injury.

Stubborn and dry land, try your best and sing loudly. Laughing at the cycle of the sun and the moon, I am the only one who is supreme.

After thousands of years of dying without falling, his heroic spirit shines through the rainbow. The leaves are falling and weeping in the dusk, and I understand the soul of the desert.

The original colors are restored to their splendor, and the silence is like contemplation, and the sand dunes are long and chaotic, and they are derived from the hazelnuts of thorns. Don't ask the sky, the body is gone but the righteousness remains.

The ancient road is filled with fierce winds, and the nine knocks leave behind traces of sorrow. It has been immortal for thousands of years, but it has been wasted.

A picture of burning pain and vicissitudes of life, white and silent. Recalling his strong and upright body, even though he was lying across the way, those who came were ashamed to stand.

The stars are bright but dull, the grassy fields are beautiful but lifeless. I highly praise his mounded tomb and praise his virtue for being immortal! He was praised for his bravery and righteousness, and he is now famous for his bravery and righteousness.

The only beauty that is unparalleled is that you give more and have fewer desires, but you take less. Gentleman, the length of life is determined by heaven, and the benevolent and virtuous are determined by one's own efforts.

Respect the high and know the small, treat others with kindness and peace. Upright but not arrogant, even though dead, he is still a god.

Do we know about the wind of Populus euphratica? Qilu "Ode to Populus euphratica" The vast desert sand kisses the sky and has taken root in ancient times for thousands of years. The hot summer dances with the wind, and the cold winter sleeps with the snow.

Smiling proudly on the barren hills resting on the Gobi Desert, looking down upon the dry ruts and looking at the clouds and rivers. Never fear the iron bones, and the will will remain strong despite the vicissitudes of time.

"Praise to Populus euphratica" Populus euphratica, you are the soul in the desert, you are the call of life, you are not in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River, you are not in the fertile plains, you grew up in the desolate Gobi desert. . Populus euphratica, you can grow for a thousand years, and your face is covered with greenery and is beautiful.

It’s been another thousand years since you fell, and you wrote a bold oath facing the blue sky! Another one that will remain incorruptible for a thousand years, condensed towards the desert into an immortal poem! The poplar euphratica in the desert has a strong tragic song, even lying drunk in the sand is still in mourning. The cold and heat cannot cover the diamond bones, and the vicissitudes of three thousand years have passed. The wind and dust travel all the way to the end of the world, and the drop of water is the home.

The hard stems and roots are close to the vast sea, and the branches are full of green leaves and yellow sand. Thousands of years of erectness and beautiful heart, prosperity and decline of all generations.

It is hard to compare with the beauty of green pines and the splendor of steel and iron bones. Qilu: Ode to Populus euphratica: Rooted in the desert towards the blue sky, smiling proudly in the wind and frost for many years.

Dance with the clouds during the summer solstice, and sleep with the snow in winter. It is rare to encounter dust and rain in the barren hills, and it is difficult to find drinking horses in the Gobi Desert.

If I ask about the driving force for survival, it is only because of the persistence of a strong man. Take root in the underground palace and suck the spiritual spring, stand up in the sky and strengthen the sky.

Dress up the desert to withstand drought and alkali, solidify the quicksand to fight the wind and cold. The years last for eight thousand years, and the universe lasts for one hundred thousand years.

The roots of the cracked and dry branches are still there, vowing to fill the world with green. The vast sea is lost in Saichuan, and the hinterland has been depopulated for thousands of years.

Traveling thousands of miles westward, following the Silk Road, I will follow Zhang Qian again. Where Han envoys once stayed, there are still old branches of Populus euphratica.

His life span is more than three thousand years, and the frost leaves are stained with the elixir of the oasis. If a forest is established, it will spread like wildfire; if it takes root, the drifting sand will stop.

There are traces of Loulan's pursuit, and the Tahe River is sure to have great waves. How many days are dusty, how many days are the stars shining, how many days are people coming and going, how many days are I alone and sad, drunk among the wine, who will look at Populus euphratica in the vast sea of ??sand, no one cares, sing and dance alone, alone, the scenery is bright, fortune-telling, chanting Populus euphratica for young children The eyebrows of the willows are light, and the trunks of the poplar trees are uprooted.

Only through vicissitudes of life can outstanding talents emerge! One tree has three leaves. It has been dry and thirsty for thousands of years, and its roots sprout when it rains.

My eyes are filled with desolation and vast sand, but my bones are still clean. Mourning Populus euphratica On January 15, Bingxu year, Yu and a group of 27 people from the international "Four Seasons Xinjiang" collection group entered the Xiahe Heishan Forest Farm in Bachu County for in-depth collection.

It was snowing, the roads were blocked, there were feet of snow, and everything was silent. This ancient primeval forest was completely covered with snow.

Thousand-year-old Populus euphratica branches interact with each other in various shapes, lying on the cold desert. The primitive and empty, lonely and desolate, make people suddenly feel that time and space are reversed, the vicissitudes of the world, and it feels like entering an ancient battlefield. Composed a poem "Mourning Populus euphratica" to remember it. Hanging Populus euphratica, mourning Populus euphratica, even if it does not fall for a thousand years, it will be hurt.

It doesn’t matter whether you are old, sick, dead or disabled. I should cry in my sad song now. I want to cry but I don’t have tears to mourn Populus euphratica. Recalling the past, mourning the great famine, the ancient Yehe Road was full of young forests, and elk fungi gathered, foxes and rabbits hid.

Thousands of miles of fertile wild hericium (mushrooms), wild boars multiply and hundreds of birds sing. The green snake snakes and chases the lizard, and the ant has enough food for its annual feast.

Vultures lurk on the beach, while wild ducks and herons soar. The fish in the pond die of old age and no one cares about them, and the carp and crucian carp recognize their hometown along the river.

Young forests grow and young trees grow. The wind is used as a matchmaker in the fields, and the sun shines on the flat sand to watch the moon. The night dew is startled by the sound of flying birds, which alternately block the morning sun.

Look at the thousands of trees growing up close, and look out at the vast green wilderness from afar. The sky is filled with black water, and a thousand green waves pour towards the tower (Tarimu River).

I recall that day, there was frost on the snow-capped mountains, and the high temperature day and night created a turbid soup. Thousands of miles of sea and hundreds of feet of whirlpool, swallowing boats and breaking oars to race in Qiantang.

The peaks standing in front of you are three feet and eight feet tall, and the huge trees are cracked and the reeds are damaged. The beasts left their homes weeping with blood, and the pheasants fluttered their feathers and fell into the yellow soup.

There are twists and turns in the sky, and the dragon makes nine twists and turns, which is unstoppable. Vast, yellow and green, roaring into the distance day and night.

The iceberg sheds tears and the leaves are sad, the icicles collapse and the ice palace collapses, destroying the dead and destroying the fish and turtles. Thousands of miles of bare land have been plowed, and thousands of hectares of waves have been plowed out of the Gobi Desert.

Willow buds are growing, Populus euphratica is growing, and withered grass everywhere is bathing in the setting sun. Thousands of beavers build new nests, and rare fish species are added to Wuchang.

There are more herons with gold and silver in their heads, and hurricane dust falls in Kungang. The old tree has no tears and dies of thirst; the faint dragon has no way to kill the pines and cedars.

He is loyal and straight, he would rather break than bend and die standing, and he is proud and heartfelt. The evil wind blows and the scorching sun boils. One thousand years will not give up, but two thousand years will be high.

There is still a thousand years left to do, but the ruins are really shameful. The branches of the wind sing sad songs, and the white snow comes from thousands of miles away to mourn.

The remains are covered with salt and alkaline, and the hump and keel are rising out. The corpse has shed tears for a million months, and the sky has been watching over it and the sun has faded. The wind whistles, the horses clang, I lie down stiffly on the yellow sand, my heart is not dead, the branches sing sad songs to the sky, and the birds call the old man at night.

The lizard couldn't bear to move its tongue and looked forward to counting the yellow sheep again and again. Hungry and thirsty creatures die, dead trees seek new branches for spring.

The old roots dug out the blood of the Gobi Desert, the thorny branches sucked up the mist and frost, ghosts floated in the forest for hundreds of miles, and the limbs of the trees could be seen supporting their bodies. The strong men were gone and never returned, and the wisest men died several times. For example, Lian Po, who fought a hundred battles in the south and refused to surrender, could feed himself for a hundred days with one meal.

Like Huang Zhong, he rides his horse and waves to get close to him. 3. Poems describing Populus euphratica

Qilu: Populus euphratica in the desert is golden and beautiful as far as the eye can see, forming a scene of its own to appreciate the vicissitudes of life.

The weak trees in the wild have no roots, and the old branches and leaves on the ground have strong veins. It is rare for the flying sand and wind to penetrate the barrier, but it welcomes tourists from far away to travel to Xinjiang.

All things in the world are like stars. Leave ink to write this tree seal first. Qijue · Populus euphratica is lonely at night in the vast desert, whispering Populus euphratica for thousands of years.

The decisive battle against the wild sand and the drunkenness of the same month, like flowers and autumn leaves, make people pity. Qilu·Yong Ejina Populus euphratica's old stems and branches have been mulberry for generations, and the new buds and young leaves are exposed to the wind and frost.

A forest can dare to dance in the wild sand, but a single tree can lift one's pride. The red sun patrols the sky, the clouds spit out fire, and the cold jade plate makes the earth cold.

Three thousand immortal souls live on and win the music of the poet family. Qilu·The Populus euphratica Qiang flute does not need to have a sad sound, it is the desert wind of Xinjiang.

Take the flying sand as your friend and wash away the intense heat. Smiling at the passing years, singing happily about life in the desert.

Standing tall and strong for thousands of years, relying on the bones, at the end of life, lying on the tree turns into a dragon. Qilu · Populus euphratica in the desert takes root in the vast sea and looks up to the clear sky, leaning on the old man after all the vicissitudes of life.

The iron stem squats down and writes proudly, and the branches raise their arms to break the sky. The camel bell shakes the spring and autumn moon, and the Qiang pipe blows the ancient wind.

Dare to ask how deep the infatuation is, and smile calmly for three thousand years. 4. Ancient poems about Populus euphratica

Qilu · Populus euphratica in the desert. As far as the eye can see, the golden beauty is thousands of miles away, forming a scene of its own to appreciate the vicissitudes of life.

The weak trees in the wild have no roots, and the old branches and leaves on the ground have strong veins. It is rare for the flying sand and wind to penetrate the barrier, but it welcomes tourists from far away to travel to Xinjiang.

All things in the world are like stars. Leave ink to write this tree seal first. Qijue · Populus euphratica Lonely at night in the vast desert, whispering Populus euphratica for thousands of years.

The decisive battle against the wild sands and the drunkenness of the same month, like flowers and autumn leaves, are pitiful. Qilu·Yong Ejina Populus euphratica. The old stems and branches have been mulberry for generations, and the new buds and young leaves are exposed to the wind and frost.

The forest dares to dance in the wild sand, and a single tree can lift the pride. The red sun patrols the sky and the clouds spit out fire. The cold eyes of the jade plate make the earth cold.

Three thousand immortal souls remain, winning the music of the poet family. Qilu · Populus euphratica The Qiang flute does not have to have a sad sound, it is the wind in the desert of Xinjiang.

Let the flying sand be your friend, and the scorching heat will wash away your appearance. Smiling at the passing years, singing happily about life in the desert.

Standing tall and strong for thousands of years, relying on the bones, at the end of life, lying on the tree turns into a dragon. Qilu · Populus euphratica in the desert takes root in the vast sea and looks up to the clear sky, leaning on the old man after all the vicissitudes of life.

The iron stem squats down and writes proudly, and the branches raise their arms to break the sky. The camel bell shakes the spring and autumn moon, and the Qiang pipe blows the ancient wind.

Dare to ask how deep the infatuation is, and smile calmly for three thousand years. Ancient style·Poplar euphratica The sun in the desert is like blood, and the yellow sand obliterates the ancient road.

Heaven and earth are thrown away, and everything is in despair. The poplar trees are tall and tall, and they are tenacious and upright.

Smile in the wind, enjoy the joy in the midst of suffering. Qilu · Populus euphratica in the desert has been laughing for hundreds of years without leaves and branches, but it is cold all over as spring comes and summer goes.

It is difficult to express the vicissitudes of life by reciting poems, and it is difficult to express the decay of time by singing songs. I admire the dusty sand and meet the blizzard, and I only hear the desert waiting for the flowing mist.

The military posture remains intact and the ambition is raised, and the golden body of the old wood fairy is reshaped. Qinyuanchun · Populus euphratica, Qiang flute singing quietly, patrolling the ancient road, and the bloody sunset.

Praise for the desert poplar that will not die for a thousand years, will not fall for a thousand years, and will be immortal for a thousand years. Billions of spring hearts are covered with golden leaves, and the fertile soil is hidden in the bitter rain and wind.

Sad and resentful, accompanied by infatuated red willows, passionately in love with the bride. The human world is unique in its vicissitudes, and I lament the rise and fall of the kings of the Western Regions for a hundred generations.

After experiencing severe cold and heat, Xun Er is crazy, Teng Liu is flamboyant, and his bones are strong. The heaven and earth are tolerant, the desolation is exhausted, and the yellow sand in the green field is long and lonely.

The frost is heavy, the moon is dimly shining, and the vast sea is returning. Qijue · Populus euphratica in the desert Stands the strongest in the wind, and is so powerful in the snow.

The lonely smoke in the desert accompanies the setting sun, and the long river washes the sword and tells the story of the vicissitudes of life. Huanxisha Desert Populus euphratica is unmoved by the strong wind, standing tall and strong as a pine tree.

Hu Sha thousands of miles locked the Canglong. The clouds floating in the sword startled the desert, and the shadows of three sets of snow were as bright as the rainbow.

The lead is washed away and the rest is free. Qilu · Populus euphratica is not afraid of frost and cold, does not express sorrow, and rises to the sky with heroic spirit to stand on the sandbank.

A hundred years of hard work will make your eyes bright, and a thousand years of practice will make you gentle. The wind blows the branches and shakes the moon dream, and the rain knocks the red leaves and the doves protecting their nests.

As time goes by, there will be no regrets, and I will laugh at the vicissitudes of life in late autumn. Qijue·Praise to Populus euphratica. Populus euphratica has not aged for thousands of years, lovingly guarding the old frontier in the desert.

Aoxue has taken root in the gentle wind and cool rain, and has become famous.