Modern landscape poetry 1. Modern landscape poems
1, autumn night on the river
Liu Dabai (China)
The homing bird, although hooked, still brings the sunset back.
Flap your wings and set the sunset on the river;
Reed with white heads has also been made into beautiful moments.
2. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"
Haizi (China)
From tomorrow on, be a happy person; Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
Starting from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables; I have a house facing the sea, full of spring flowers; Starting from tomorrow, correspond with every relative; Tell them my happiness.
That happy lightning told me; I will tell everyone; Give every river and mountain a warm name; Stranger, I also bless you;
May your future be bright; May you have a lover, and all shall be well. May you be happy on earth; I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
3. Autumn Moon
Xu Zhimo (China)
It's also the moonlight shining tonight, because we are all looking up.
Look at it, full of charm, rising from the clouds, as black as a mob-
It looks extraordinarily bright and round. It spreads out on the road, it floats on the water, and it dips in the bottom like sad weeds;
It is on the eaves of the ancient city, and thousands of city bricks are in its glory.
4. "Cool autumn moistens the scenery this morning."
Shejiang Hongfan (China)
Autumn has come, with harvest and joy;
You are gone, your eyes are moist and sad;
Take away the autumn wind and the desolation of your brow;
Lost in the garden, a touch of vigorous green, you follow the last lamp;
Near dawn, autumn is crisp, and the scenery this morning is wet.
5. "Wind is an unnecessary landscape"
Author: July. Sunspot (China)
I looked down at the past time and found some peace in a locked drawer.
Sometimes, I am used to holding my head high, whether I look at the clouds in the sky or the distant scenery.
One day, my father asked me to find my childhood among a group of ants, where there were some footprints I lost. I suddenly lost the courage to look up.
I don't look up anymore. Of course, I will still quietly look at some refracted reflections on the calm lake.
2. Modern landscape poems
Spring dream/
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Second, open the door of spring.
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Third, this spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
autumn
He Qifang
The morning dew falls,
The sound of logging jingled in the valley.
Put down the sickle full of fragrant rice,
Use a basket to put rich fruits and vegetables between bamboo fences.
Live in a farmhouse in autumn.
Drop a round net on the cold fog on the river,
Put away the shadow of cypress leaves like a herring.
The reed crown is covered with frost,
Shake the parked paddle gently.
The autumn sports meeting is held on fishing boats.
The grass is getting wider and wider in the cricket's cry.
The stream dried up and the stones became clearer.
Where is the flute on the cow's back?
The flute hole full of summer fragrance and heat?
Qiu Meng in the eyes of shepherdess.
Autumn-Haizi
Our bones are lying on the ground
Write on the beach: youth. And then go on, old father.
After a long time, the direction was interrupted.
Animal-like fears fill our poems.
Whose voice can reach midnight in autumn for a long time?
Cover up our bones lying on the ground—
Autumn is coming.
Without the slightest forgiveness and warmth: autumn is coming.
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On the streets in autumn
I can't find the rain lane.
No chance to see lilacs.
A girl with an oil-paper umbrella
On the bank of willow trees
Nowhere to find traces of spring.
A bustling metropolis
Only the whistle came to my ears.
You will never hear the songs of birds and insects, including Qiu Chan.
3. Modern landscape poetry
Poetry 1: On the Autumn River
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.
Poetry 2: Spring Dream
I like ...
Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Poetry 3: the effect in the small forest of the city
Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
Poetry 4: Sunset in Qiu Jiang
Xishan left a mouth.
Birds come back together.
Two veins of autumn water, falling light
The boat drew in the net and took the fish home.
Wind-driven reed flying
When you sigh, you are tired.
Always hate the reminder of the years.
Relax and sing a song.
Sadness and happiness fall into your hands.
My heart is chasing the sunset glow.
Poetry 5: Pushing Open the Door of Spring
I hear birds chirping.
In the city, there are several spring birds.
They are afraid to go into town.
Just cheering and jumping outside the classroom.
They are as simple as farmers in the countryside.
Let me sprout a sense of closeness.
They are my friends.
Like a relative I met by chance.
They are looking for unknown bugs.
Make a friendly voice to one's companion
After school, I fell in love with birdsong.
In the debate about birds,
I pushed open the door of spring.
Poetry 6: Lucky Bamboo
Silence in a tall glass bottle
Before the new leaves are pulled out
The old one has long since dropped.
What's left is
Part of it turns white, yellow and dark green.
What a barren green branch
How about that?
To grow very vigorously.
Curled up at the bottom of the vase
Carrying all life.
The rustling of leaves in the wind.
What is it saying?
It brought me nothing.
Why is it called lucky bamboo?
This is just a comfort in my heart.
Poetry 7: Wind
It was the wind that intoxicated me that night,
Look at the stars on the horizon,
There is a quiet river under the light.
It flows away alone,
It goes through the forest,
It, through the silence,
It, through the noise,
It, through love.
This flows quietly into the distance.
The early morning breeze is cool and fresh, and there is the joy of rebirth.
Poetry 8: This spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can I embrace spring and time with?
4. Modern landscape poems
1 Don't leave Cambridge again, just like I have been here gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky, broken in floating algae and precipitated a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole, wander to a greener place on the grass, load a boat with splendor, and sing in splendor. But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.
I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. People who look at the scenery look at you on the bridge. The bright moon decorated your window. You decorated other people's dreams. The afternoon sun lit up the dark atrium. The flame of happiness spread to the green corridor. The fragrant language and fragrance shocked the melancholy and budding hope. Singing in the warm branches, holding comfortable notes, reading the lonely direction, operating the winter fantasy. Created a sea of love, but also intoxicated by the wind in the north, washed away the sorrow of the world of mortals. After drinking a handful of blue seawater and drawing a cup of green spring scenery, let me stir up the double pulp of poetry, weave a dream with my heart, let me compose a movement in the waves, ignite a dim heart, and the happy flame spread to the green corridor. Fragrant language and fragrance shook the earth, and melancholy and budding hope sang in the passionate branches. Grasp the comfortable notes, understand the lonely trend, understand the thoughts of winter, conjure up the ocean of love, revel in the wind in the north, and wash away the sadness of the world of mortals. Drink a glass of blue sea water, draw a picture with strokes, let me weave a dream with my heart, and let me compose a movement in the waves. Pushkin (Russia 1799- 1837) charming friend, but you are sleeping.
It's time, beauty, wake up! Open your sleepy eyes closed by happiness. Please come out, as the morning star in the north, and meet the morning glow goddess in the north! Last night, do you still remember that there was heavy snow and the sinister sky was shrouded in darkness.
The yellow moon behind the dark clouds is like a pale spot in the night sky. You sat there bored, but now ... Oh, please look out the window: under the blue sky, it unfolds like a tapestry on Yuan Ye.
Large tracts of snow are shining with sunshine, and only transparent Woods are darkening. The branches of fir trees glow green in the frost: the frozen river is bright.
The whole room was illuminated by amber. The newly lit fire crackled pleasantly.
It's really beautiful to lie in bed and daydream at this time. However, should you ask someone to put the brown horse on the sled as soon as possible? Dear friends, riding lightly all the way lets us slide through the early morning snow.
Let the fierce horses run, and let's visit the open fields. The forest, the river bank, which grew not long ago, is so kind to me.
2 Thick plum tree (Su 1895—— 1925) The thick plum tree blooms with the arrival of spring, and its golden branches grow like curly hair. Sweet dew, dripping along the bark; Leave a spicy green mark, shiny silver.
Satin-like spikes sparkle under the dew, like bright earrings, worn on the ears of beautiful girls. Where the residual snow melts, on the grass near the roots, a silver stream flows happily all the way.
The thick plum trees spread their branches, emitting charming fragrance, golden green traces and reflecting the sun. The stream raised the waves of broken jade, splashed on the thick plum branches, bounced the strings under the cliff and sang for her affectionately.
3 Tree frost by the window (US 1874- 1963) The tree by my window, the tree by the window, I close the window when night falls; But never close the curtains, lest you and I be separated. You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground. You are as erratic as a floating cloud. Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue is not profound.
But tree, I saw the wind shaking you. If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm.
On that day, fate was a child's play, which linked us together: you were influenced by the external climate and I was stimulated by the internal wind and rain.
5. Modern landscape poems
1 suddenly wants to wander.
Leave this place
Look at a different sky.
The heart can't wait to fly
Haven't been to the desert yet
But I have already felt its desolation.
The howling wind blows and blows.
There are winding vicissitudes on the sand dunes.
Haven't been to the seaside yet.
But I have fallen in love with its infinity.
In the deepest place
I just want to drift with the waves.
wandering
Don't you miss your hometown any more
Freedom is a beautiful loneliness.
Like the moon hanging in the sky.
The second spring is a beautiful scenery.
People, as the seasons change,
Finally, I took off my thick winter coat.
Put it on and smile like a flower.
Looking at the crowd quietly with the wind,
Connect my reverie,
Also brought my idea:
In winter without snow,
Broken love has gone away from me.
Once vowed to each other, without a trace.
Isn't it?
That sentence: it doesn't snow in winter without love.
Put the burnt cigarette butts, together with the broken fake clothes,
Throw it away together.
Stand up and say to yourself loudly:
Note that spring is also a beautiful scenery.
6. Modern poems describing natural scenery
Beautiful voice
The snowy weather is quiet,
I listened quietly,
Ah, I heard it, I heard it,
Hear the sound of snow.
What's that noise?
Fly like a bird? Breeze blowing?
Oh, no, no.
What a beautiful voice!
Snow sounds like a song,
Echoes in my heart;
Like a painting,
Shine in my dreams.
I hear snowflakes leading the spring.
Behind it is the smell of birds and flowers in spring. Step on the threshold of spring
The last snow
And the top of the tree outside the window
look into the future
The branches droop and sigh.
spray
Fall into a longing for spring
A quietly arched.
Tender buds of frozen soil
Tap on the earth's door
The sparrow that walks freely.
Make a squeak
Disappear behind the cracked trunk.
Enjoy love
Lightweight kites in the suburbs
Sail a boat in the season
Lyric all the way
Reach the territory of spring
The road is still muddy.
Occasionally there are pedestrians
Raise one's collar
Shut out the cold.
At the door of spring
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Green again, my grove.
Ants and flying insects in the Woods
These humble lives come with spring.
Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworm crawling.
Knock down the mud-sealed door with a soft head
I saw a flock of goats on the grass in the grove.
Waving his long beard and bleating.
Shake my youth and soul.
A black goat came to me leisurely.
Tears of happiness hung on his face.
7. Modern landscape poetry
1. The groves in the city turned green. 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 in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat, which shocked my youth and soul. Walking towards me leisurely, there are happy tears on my face. Pushing open the door of spring, I hear birds chirping in the city. A few spring birds are afraid to enter the city, but they are cheering outside the school gate. They are as simple as farmers in rural areas, which gives me a sense of closeness. They are my friends, and they are like relatives I met by chance. They are looking for unknown bugs and making friendly sounds to their peers outside school. I fell in love with the sound of birds. In the contention of birds, I pushed open the door of spring. This spring, this spring, my heart is in a mess. Sometimes I think of some tombstones, and sometimes I think of my childhood. This spring, my heart is in a mess. My spring poems were written in spring. My poems are leaves and crowns in spring. What else can I do this spring? Who else can I embrace spring and time with? The rain passed through my chest. A voice dripped from a high place, like a Rapunzel shawl, and a black waterfall held time tightly on me. Therefore, being a dizzy elf in the endless rain curtain can't tell who is the real irresistible desire. Raindrops are flying in the air and slowly floating in the air. The accumulated strength seeped into my broad chest quietly from the simple clouds, so the waves in my chest stirred ripples and beat on the emotional shore reef. Waves of breath and drops of rain nourish each other, and drops of rain go deep into my heart without cover. Mix with my thoughts, then wash everything through the narrow space in my heart, and a ray of sunshine flies into my sunny sky through time. On February 23, 2004, Looking at a Snow in Spring boarded the train bound for spring with the sharp sword of the season, ruthlessly scraped off the restless buds, let the little hand that had been chapped for a winter stretch out, stepped on a snow in spring and held high the banner of hunting and chasing. The dialogue between spring and snow is precious. Snowflakes flow freely in six directions, conveying wet information. In fact, spring has nothing to do with a snow, but a sudden cold in late spring. Grab everyone's love. Looking up, the contact between heaven and earth is intense and pure along the slope of the season. The last snow and trees outside the window are waiting for February 3, 2004. Looking at the horizon, the branches droop and sigh, and the fog drips into the yearning for spring. A bud quietly arching the frozen soil knocks on the door of the earth. Free-walking sparrows disappear into the cracked trunk of ice and enjoy love. Light kites in the suburbs, sailing all the way to the territory of spring. The road is still muddy. Occasionally, pedestrians turn up their collars to keep the cold out, and the sun shines into the spring gate. On February 5, 2004, I didn't make an appointment with a kite to fly my son on a hill top in the suburbs. I am so excited that a floating leaf is flying in the distance. There you are. I lay next to my wife and kissed Achnatherum splendens all afternoon. I really want to take out my son's homework in his schoolbag and help him sweep it. Lenovo, March 9, 2004. In The Stranger, the lawn is covered with wild flowers, and then "Cleisthenes" cries like a shepherd boy. The cows raise their hooves and spray beads to wake up the ears of spring from the river. Next to it are the seedlings that grow wildly in spring and the dense leaves on the ridge of the field. Imagine, not long ago, this old buffalo muttered, pushing the pace of the season. An empty philosopher is holding hands and making various gestures, turning the warm colors in the earth through the cold eyes of the season. Cool classical figures are heavily inclined to mud waves. On March 9, 2004, the plowman and the old farmer in Who Killed the Feathers of Spring were urged to carry the last feather on their backs. After experiencing abundant vitality, they hid under the wings of the deep valley in the twilight of spring, and an elegant serenade quietly licked the sails sailing in the sea of four seasons. Under the eaves, I fell out of favor again. I turned my back on the romantic passion, and quietly swam a drop of clear tears in the space of clouds steaming and Xia Wei in spring. Vilen saw that the dying light was bathed in the tempering of clouds. The fiery journey of sea and air to drive away beautiful feathers can't be crossed, and then I hold high the pious prayer flags and fly away with wordless promises. Who hunted the feathers of spring but couldn't find the soaring sky gathering on the branches of emotion? I think in a spring afternoon, maybe a lot of things will be boring to lie on the windowsill and look at the distant sky. The crowded downstairs is crowded with pedestrians in a hurry. They all looked serious and witnessed the individual actions of others. On the one hand, the sky is clear with lyrical pigeon feathers and pigeon whistle, and they slide unscrupulously between kites and breezes, throwing a correction. Jane's shadow moves only by choosing irregular strokes and traces of thinking. Pigeons put up their open feathers and reach the distant bridge, waiting for a beam of sunshine, preferably the long-lost sunshine, to hug them heartily. On February 2, 2004, the weekend car trudged from the noise to the finish line. Vilen was silent. In the spring when rape blossoms are in full bloom, a group of bees come to this season as owners. Lying smartly in the depths of the festival, watching the wind dance and stretch from the gap between the petals, exhaling the depression in the chest, and stopping the comfort and ease on the road outside the window, an apricot came out playfully through the wall along the curtain that was pulled down, and the thick aroma mixed with brewed alcohol smoked a car full of people.
8. What are the poems about scenery in modern times?
1, autumn
Author: Why modern?
The wind that blows through the sky also blows through your body.
The clouds cleared and the dust floated, and the village disappeared into the twilight.
The purple and golden bell struck again and again, and the sunset was a little cold.
Qiu Lai is more sparse, and vines are spinning the Milky Way overhead.
Before manna was made, loneliness had eleven colors.
The twinkling light of the grapes was absorbed by the dark branches.
The cubs and butterflies only turn around in the moonlight.
A snow completed the myth of a distant mountain, and the eagle never appeared again.
A comforting poem is as light as a feather and as heavy as a flock of birds flying by.
The old man slept in the grass, and the baby told him not to wake up.
Grass grows with him, and desolation overflows his bones.
Time is slowly gathering him instead of gently taking him away.
2. Dusk
Author: Modern Qilun
Dusk and cold
Lights surfaced from Liuyang River.
Quiet is a national and personal feeling at this moment.
Yesterday's rain put away the classical rhythm.
From a free fall
Invisible as a nostalgic person, travel through the past.
Find the parallel lines of life while walking.
I imagine myself.
Bring your own crystal clear soul. in the air
Overlooking the grass, lying on your body and practicing yoga.
Green, as if there is a shadow in memory.
But I heard someone sigh in the wind. dusk
I like to tell my love in my heart alone.
About the nicknames of distant hometown, potatoes and snow radishes.
The wind blew across the wilderness. Lonely distant mountains
After waking up, try to find something symmetrical in the brain plain.
I'm not sure about myself.
Can you contribute a three-dimensional image, even if it is too big to be appropriate?
Even if it is empty and poetic.
3. Autumn is such a scene
Author: Ni Modern
Blue dome
Green camphor
The black road leads to the distance.
Red pedestrians look at the end
Gray buildings hide the windows of the soul.
A flock of white migratory birds are crawling in the city center.
Concentrate on the teaching of ten miles of cooking smoke
4. Ode to Aershan
Author: Wei Zhi 2234 Modern
Fantasy miracle
The accidental wind blew up the dream of spring.
In the snowy area in the distance, the peaks are protruding.
Love in Qilin Peak
The bravery of legendary children
I still see it in the cuckoo valley.
That piece of red azalea
Hua hai Lian Tian
Happiness flows under the White Wolf Peak.
Songye Lake is sunny.
There are countless melancholy and sleepless in the wilderness.
Even with a thousand regrets.
I will also love Aershan Hot Springs.
Blue waves are rippling.
Traction countless happy moments.
The unfamiliar shoulders are covered with familiar fruits.
They are all seeds of the future.
But no one can obey the rules.
They crossed a river.
Fly to another heaven.
There are their swaying reflections in the water.
There are also light edges that gather and disperse back and forth.
Wake up from the water in autumn
Willow herb is blooming brightly.
Gesanghua has turned himself in.
Lightfooted. Lily's waist is getting thinner and thinner.
A wisp of gauze and mist
Waiting to melt in a fantasy aershan.
5, Taihang late autumn
Author: Dong Dengfeng Modern
I want to know when ginkgo will mature.
I see yellow gold everywhere under my feet.
I wonder when the north wind will blow.
I saw persimmon frost blushing and branches sticking up on the list.
Alpine falls
Transverse flow
The warmest hue
Dye the wild faint into beautiful pictures.
Cherish the wind blowing willow.
It rained and the lotus dried up.
Winter is coming.
please
Slowly roll up this colorful autumn picture.
Dedicated to hardworking and kind farmers.
9. What are the modern poems describing the scenery?
1. Its beautiful moment
Author: embroidered reed
Listen to a tree singing outside the window.
Like a branch full of flowers
Like a mountain stream full of weeds
Like the waves of the sea.
Who is the most beautiful treasure in memory?
Like this beautiful moment whispering in my ear.
Turn over the past and face it alone
A bright and quiet full moon in the East is like a glass of bitter red wine.
Like a pot of freshly brewed green tea, like a faded language, who is calling affectionately in my heart?
It's like this beautiful scenery ups and downs in my heart.
I have forgotten a past event, and the years are slowly passing by. I always think of my ups and downs.
2. Ming tombs
Author: Xiong Jun
The sun is shining, birds are singing, the mountains are gurgling, the forests are deep and lush, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and there is a new atmosphere everywhere. After the autumn rain, it is a different day.
Stone statues, Shinto, the gates of civil and military affairs, magnificent tombs, towering green hills and Zijin will be the kings' emperors, with a treasure trove of geomantic omen, but later generations will have their own scenery.
3. Sunset
Author: Dong Qiang
The sun rises in the west at dusk,
It sets in Yun Zheyue at dusk.
Xia Ying, Hong Ying,
I want to fly together.
4. "What I saw and felt on the mountain"
Author: Yun Run Molly
The sky in Wan Li is suitable for vertical viewing, and a century-old tree is worthy of blessing.
Damn weeds grow year after year and dry up in the autumn wind.
5. "Visit Qin Huangtai"
Author: the soul of the sea
The beautiful scenery in Qin Huang is fragrant.
Colorful turmeric is particularly fragrant.
Damei Binzhou is getting newer and newer.
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