And not only like a fountain,
which sends cool solace all year round;
And not only like a dangerous peak,
which adds to your height and sets off your majesty.
Even daylight.
Even spring rain.
No, none of this is enough!
I must be a kapok near you,
standing with you as a tree.
Roots, clasped in the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
With each passing wind,
we greeted each other,
but no one
understood our language. You have your brass and iron trunks,
like swords, like knives,
and like halberds;
and I have my reddish blossoms,
like heavy sighs,
and like gallant torches.
That's what great love is all about,
and here's where constancy comes in:
not only your greatness,
but also the place you hold on to, and the ground beneath your feet.
2. Poem on the praise of kapok"Kapok" is a modern poem, written by Su Jiancong.
It is said:
The eleventh day of April is your flowering period,
It is said:
You emit a mysterious flavor,
It is said:
You also have a special name called "Heroic Flower".
With the spring,
You lift up the high flower trails,
Even the fall seems to be particularly heroic,
A tree of red and orange is your proud color,
This is a season full of romance because of you,
Your flower,
Revealing the light of love,
In the fragrance of the flowers,
The sweetness and the sweetness of the flowers are also very important,
The flower of the flowers are also very important.
The fragrance of the flowers is sweet,
The blossoms are delicate but not vulgar,
The color is monotonous but not understated,
The branches and trunks are thick and strong without losing their masculine beauty.
Are you,
attached to the flavor of the season?
It is only then,
that you will be able to present a different flavor.
3. Name the language of the kapok flowerThe language of the kapok flower is: cherish the people around you!
The language of the kapok flower is: "Cherish the happiness in front of you."
Newly made damask jacket is made into a sense of aria
Tang Bai Juyi
The water wave of the jacket is made into a new one, and the damask is soft and even and warm and light again.
In the morning, it is good to sit in the sun, and in the evening, it is good to walk in the snow.
Crane cloak sparse no real thing, kapok cold get false name.
The feast often sighs the invasion of the night, lying steady sleep to the morning.
The people are so cold that there is no way to save them.
The heart of the world is filled with the pain of farming, and the ears of the world are filled with the sound of hunger and freezing.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the city of Luoyang, and the second time I saw it was when I was in the city of Luoyang.
Bamboo Branch
Tang Huangfu Song
The partridge cries in the betel nut flower, the male flies to the miasma and the female also flies.
The cotton buds are all hanging down, waiting for the return of the groom.
The hibiscus is a flower with a heart, and the eyes of the flower are pierced through.
The candles in the feast are red with tears, and the peach kernels in the feast are the same.
The wind in the slanting river moves across the waves and splits the lotus seed.
The peach blossom on the hill and the apricot at the bottom of the valley, the two blossoms are so beautifully matched.
Li Weigong
Tang Li Shangyin
The Jiangzha disciples sound dust, luan mirror good old meeting rare.
Today, the partridge flies in the warmth of kapok.
Four Songs of Yantai - Summer
Tang Li Shangyin
The rain curtains in the front pavilion are not rolled up, and the trees at the back of the hall are shady.
The scene in Shicheng is similar to the Yellow Springs, and in the middle of the night, the traveler has an empty cudgel to play.
The silk fan calls the wind to the heaven of heaven, and the light curtain is swirling in the waves of the abyss.
Sichuan soul lonely companion yet, a few nights miasma flowers bloom cottonwood.
It is difficult to get the light from the Gui Palace, and the Hanyan Orchid breaks the language gently.
I have been taught to fall into the arms of the silver man, and I have not been sent to the Star Princess town to come and go.
The water is clear, the water is clear, the water is clear, the water is clear, the water is clear, the water is clear, the water is clear, the water is muddy.
The light yellow color of the light mist, and the hand catching the clouds and calling out to Taijun.
The Golden Witch Song/He Xinlang
Liu Chenweng of the Song Dynasty
Leaves and leaves jumping beads of rain. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The winds of yesterday's dream sky high yellow swan, down to the earth how. But the ground is moving, the sound of the tide like a drum. Bamboo pavilion platform green grass, ask the kapok, the soul of the detainee to return. The disk weeps dew, the temple bells speak. Dreams are like the pain of Lingjun. Sigh God traveled, the previous degree are not, the next day five again. I have no one to write about my departure from the world, so I forgot to hang on to the ancient sorrows of the king. I'm drunk, and I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through it. Miaomiao Maoling Anxious old man, *** ancient pool, night farewell also in Chu. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
I don't know if it will help you? I wish you can solve this problem, Baidu above all have, to eat, self-reliance Oh, I hope that I this first-year girls can help you some it!
4. Poetry about the kapok treeTo the oak tree Shu Ting If I love you - / Never learn the climbing campion, / Borrowing your high branches to show off their own; / If I love you - / Never learn the infatuated birds, / Repeat the monotonous song for the green shade; / Nor more than a fountain / That sends cool solace all the year round; / Nor more than a perilous peak, / That adds to your height, / To set off your majesty. / Even the daylight / Even the spring rain / No, these are not enough / I must be a cottonwood near you, / Standing with you as the image of a tree. /Roots that hold each other in the ground, /leaves that touch each other in the clouds. /Every wind that blows, we greet each other, / But no one understands our words / You have your branches of brass and iron, / Like swords and halberds; / I have my red flowers, / Like heavy sighs, / Like valiant torches / We share the cold, the wind, the thunder and the lightning, / We enjoy the mist and the rain, / As if we were separated for ever, yet we cling to each other for life, / This is the greatness of love, / And herein lies the fidelity of love. Here / love / is not only love for your great body, / but also love for the position you hold, / the ground beneath your feet. Cottonwood trees are silent in the valleys
Connecting me to the green rain of March
Brewed in the green rain
Dear, the chains of time are knotted with sadness
Our simplicity has returned
A clear farewell to the cold stones on the river bank
Slight breaths of cottonwoods along the cliffs
Cottonwood leaves with veins clearly defined
The darkness is far away from the darkness. p>
Darkness laughs in the distance, imposing
Close walks the cottonwood into the once magnificent
It sends green when I'm bleak
Upright body, like a martyr
Hope the cottonwood tree blossomed as a whole
Strong flames, burn the filthy sky
Carry the green leaves in your arms and learn to love
The green leaves are not a part of your life
The green leaves are not a part of your life, but the green leaves are not a part of your life. p>
Fill the vastness of your heart with distant scenery
Connect to the rain of the sky and nurture the earth
See the colorfulness of the earth
You don't need a worldly show of love
You only need to watch each other in silence
You go out early in the morning, and you come back late in the evening
5.Will the kapok be lonely when we all leave?
That day, you put the fragrance of friendship
into my temples
From then on, the fiery red kapok soothed my mood
And accommodated me
A few more pains, a few more worries
A few more joys, a few more happiness
Thank you for accompanying me through my youthful years
Allow me. In the name of the angels
I'll take away all your sorrows
Even if the flying thoughts stop living
The original purity and loyalty
Is also like a burning kapok
Infused with the fragrance of our memories
Remembering what we used to be
Let me decorate your sweet dreams with beautiful moods
Let each of our moments turn into eternity
I will always remember a you in the flow of years
Those kapok, never leave
6. What are the poems in praise of the kapokPoetry in praise of the kapok: 1, overlaying like a bell up like a jennifer, red petals bear star has a horn.
Thick beards and big faces are good heroes, strong breath and high crowns! It's like Yao's ten days out of the sea, and it's like the Wei Palace's ten thousand torches around the high platform.
Covered like a bell and tilted up like a knight, the red petals and stars have horns. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and it was the first time I saw it in the middle of the night! The latter is famous for its pomegranate, while the peach and apricot are ashamed of their weakness.
Zhu Rong Yan Di Si Nan Tu, this flower is not the main group of flowers? The nesting bird must be born of a phoenix chick, and the fallen flower to be transformed into a coral tree. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Willing to be flotsam clothed the world, do not say that the side wind snow cold. 2, today to the body song and dance, kapok warm partridge fly "Li Wei Gong" Tang Li Shangyin Jiangzhi yarn disciple sound dust, luan mirror good old will be scarce.
Today to the body song and dance, kapok warm partridge fly. 3, bamboo pavilion platform green grass, ask the kapok, detained guest soul return or not.
The Golden Wisp / Hexinlang Song Liu Chenweng leaves jumping beads rain. The lake passes, ten miles of red incense, painting copes are lifted.
Yesterday's dream sky wind high yellow swan, down on earth. But it's not just about the way you move, it's about the sound of the tides.
The bamboo pavilion and the green grass, ask the kapok, the soul of the detainee to return or not. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I saw it.
Dreams are like the bitter Lingjun.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie, I saw the movie.
The eyes are full of the departures of no one, forgetting to hang on to the ancient sorrows of the gentleman.
The first time I saw this, I was so drunk, I was in a state of shock.
My Maoling Ancient Pool, the ancient pool of ****, night farewell to the Chu. The first time I saw him was when he was in the middle of the night, and he was in the middle of the night.
7. Who can help me write a love poem to the kapok 、、、、 urgently will be sent to my mailboxYou can quote the classic poems to express the meaning of ah, why do you have to create their own.
The classics are sometimes stronger.
How much love is there in a night? The world is not a long place. 2, the east wind at night flowers, more blowing down, star like rain.
The horse and cart are full of incense. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new car, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new car.
Moths snow willow gold strands, laughing and whispering dark fragrance to go. Seek him a thousand degrees.
Suddenly look back, that person is in, the lights are out of sight. 3, Guan Guan Ju, in the river continent.
My fair lady, gentleman's martyred. The Nymphoides peltatum is a kind of floating heart, which flows around.
My fair lady, from sleep to seek. The world's most important thing is the world's most important thing, and the world's most important thing is the world's most important thing.
The woman who is leisurely, tossing and turning. The yellow floating heart (Nymphoides peltatum) is picked up from the left and the right.
The woman of the world, the friend of the qin and the sepulcher. If you are a good girl, you will not be able to get a better look at it.
The woman of the world is the one who plays the bells and the drums. 4.
When the swallows fly, the green water is surrounded by people's homes. The willows on the branches blow and less, the end of the world where there is no fragrant grass in the wall swing wall outside the road.
The people outside the wall, the good people in the wall laugh. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
5. I remember the first time I met you on the screen. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you.
The swallows came and went, and the window was full of spring light. That day, when we met at the embroidered curtains, we looked down and feinted, and laughed at the fragrant clouds.
Convergence of the spring mountains and the shyness of not speaking, it is difficult to tell the deep meaning in front of the people. 6, a few days traveling clouds where to go, forget to return, do not say that the spring will be twilight.
A hundred grasses and a thousand flowers on the cold food road, the fragrant car tied to whose tree. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I hope to be able to help you!