"Youthful Poplar" Hymn
Pang Qingsong
In the northeast of Enshi,
stands a heavenly poplar.
It receives the aura of the sky above,
and the nutrients from the center of the earth below.
Spreading sunshine,
Smiling at the wind and frost,
Do not hover, do not want to be charming,
Just the strength of the sky and the earth.
He has a thick, straight stem,
radiating a light greenish color.
Conveying maturity and greatness,
the branches are always upward,
and each leaf unites the unrestrained thoughts of life.
We will wind into the winds,
We will sing to the rain,
We will talk to the stars,
Our dreams are connected to the blue sky and the moon.
In the hearts of the people,
there is a tall poplar,
standing on the field.
People write poems and paintings under the tree,
Drawing out the waves of wheat,
Drawing out the golden color of rapeseed,
Drawing out the style of Nanli Du,
Drawing out the good pasture of Baimatang,
Drawing out the ten thousand acres of tea,
Drawing out the pieces of the garden of the fruits,
Drawing out the seat of the new village,
Drawing out the happy road of the thousands of families,
Drawing out the new village,
Drawing out the new village,
Drawing out the happy road of the thousands of families.
The happy road of thousands of families,
Write a fresh and elegant poem of ten thousand lines,
Write a new chapter of the youth of Poplar.
At the side of the people,
stands a great poplar.
People are sowing hope under the tree,
The girl in the tea sea is singing,
The boy is busy on the hillside,
The ancient lamp play is singing about happiness,
People are looking forward to the future under the poplar tree,
Learning the rules of the game to gather strength,
A call for a hundred hearts to the front.
The people under the poplar tree beckon to us,
welcoming all kinds of businessmen from all over the world.
The street is long and the river is curved,
The poplar tree gets off the river and the sea of people,
The dream of the new poplar has set sail ......
2. Praise for the tree Famous quotes and versesThe words of Bai Juyi's "Willow Branch" in the Tang Dynasty, "A tree of spring winds, ten million branches, tender as gold and soft as silk. The tree is as tender as gold and as soft as silk. In the deserted garden at the west corner of Yongfeng, no one is there to whom I belong all day long."
Zhou Bangyan's "The King of Lanling - Willow"
The willow shade is straight, and the silk in the smoke is blue.
On the Sui embankment, I have seen a few times that the water was fluttering and sending the color of the line.
The first time I saw it, I was looking at the old country. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The Long Pavilion Road, years gone by, should be folded softly over a thousand feet.
You can choose any two of your own Oh ~~~~~~~~~~~
I've been looking for old traces, and I've been drinking wine while I'm sad, and I've been lighting up the table.
The pear blossom and the elm fire prompted the cold food.
I feel sad that the wind is blowing fast, and the waves are warming up, so I will turn back and look at the people in the north of the sky.
Sorrowful and hateful.
Gradually, the other side of the river is winding up, and the beacons are silent.
The sun is shining, and the spring is endless.
I think the moon salon hand in hand, dew bridge heard the flute, contemplating the past, like a dream, tears secretly drop.
The Tang Dynasty's Bai Juyi's "Willow Branches"
A tree with ten million branches in the spring breeze is as tender as gold and soft as silk.
In the deserted garden in the west corner of Yongfeng, there is no one to whom it belongs all the time.
Green Gate Willow
Tang Bai Juyi
Green tree sad color, once into a few people hate.
The willow is a sad color, which has been used in several people's sadness.
Suzhou Willow
Tang Bai Juyi
The yellow curls in the Jingu Garden and the blue blossoms on the banks of the Qujiang Pavilion.
I've been traveling everywhere since I was old, but it's not like Suzhou that has the most willows.
The white head of the flotsam is flickering on the face, so that you have no plan to help the spring.
New Willow in Chang'an
Chen Guang, Tang Dynasty
The clouds have cleared up, and the willow in the royal street is already new. The first time I saw it, it was the first time I saw it, and it was the first time I saw it.
The color is pale and dewy, and the silk is light and not dusty. The first thing I want to do is to get back to the house.
The willow by the water in May
Cui Gu of the Tang Dynasty
The roots of the willow are on the bank, and the shadow of the willow covers the shallow water. The cold face of the sleeper is not yet open, and the lazy waist is even softer in the sunshine.
The sky is already heavy, and the water is just spreading. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The longest fish in the world are afraid, and the weakest birds are afraid to trample on them. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff that you have to do.
Willow
Tang Cui Yura
The wind is slow and the sun is late, and the smoke is dragged along the water. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
The bones of Zhang Lang are thin, the waist is light and the girl is hungry. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
The new willow
Tang CuiYuYu
The merciless and soft state of spring, seemingly can not overcome the wind leaning against the ancient platform.
How many last year, today's hate, the color of the Royal Gorge Dongting.
Willow on the embankment
Tang Dai Shulun
Willow ten thousand silk, spring weaving parting. The willow is the most beautiful and the most beautiful of all.
The Willow at the Changting Pavilion
Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty
The willow at the Changting Pavilion, the shade of which is even the Ba River. The rain rubs the golden threads thin, and the smoke is soft.
The new hatred is added to the sending off of the guest, and the warbler remembers his old travels. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
Title Willow
Tang Di Huan
South of the sky and north of the sky, the shadow of this place. The color of the green can't be broken, and the feeling of separation is more than enough.
The rain falls on the banks of the Ba River, and the smoke is dark all night. I have a good name for it, but can the Qin Pine succeed it?
A single willow
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
A willow that contains smoke has been swaying in the wind for a long time.
A beautiful woman could not bear to break it, and looked back in disappointment.
The Willow
Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty
Several trees are newly blooming with emerald shadows, and their moods are fascinated by the spring.
The blissful blahs of the old country, the bridge is half covered, half the stream is flicked.
The new willow
Tang Du Mu
Powerless to shake the wind in the morning color new, thin waist jealous of the seemingly frequent.
The green shade has not yet covered the water of the long embankment, and the golden spike first welcomed the spring of the upper garden.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and then you'll be able to see the world.
The East Gate is full of partings, and the sadness kills the people in the morning and in the evening.
The Willow in the Royal Ditch
Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty
The spring of the Royal Ditch, the color of the willow by the ditch is new. The willow color by the ditch is new. It is thinly caged through the forbidden water, and lightly brushes the people in the morning.
The sun is approaching, the sky is low, and the holy water is even. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The Chu country is empty, the Sui embankment is dark and dusty. The first thing I want to do is to get to the city of the Emperor.
Willow
Fang Gan of the Tang Dynasty
The willow is so soft that it can be blown by the wind. The willow is so thick that no one can recognize it, and it is so weak that it is hard to hold on to.
I learned to dance and turn my sleeves over, and I made up my leaves to show my eyebrows. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Willow
Tang Han constrained
A cage of golden threads brushes the curved bridge, and the thin waist has been damaged by children a few times.
I can't help it, but it's still there in spring.
Two Songs about Willow
Tang Gu Yun
Dewy and smoky everywhere, blooming yellow and shaking green and tender.
The long embankment has not yet seen the wind fluttering flakes, and the broad street has first pity for the sun reflecting silk.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a dance, and the second time I was in the middle of a dance, I was in the middle of a dance, and I was in the middle of a dance.
The Pavilion is not the place to be in the spring, but it is the place to be in the summer.
3. Is there any poem about the development and prosperity through the singing of the tree in the skyYour irrigation in the past life, I am grateful to you, I thought of repaying you in this life, but I can't help it, the oath in front of the stone of the three lifetimes, but it is just a dream of a dream in the red chamber, the petals of the flowers in the sky, which are fading, but it is not enough to make me cry, the beauty of the lotus flower, which is very fragile, finally passed away in the time of the tearlessness of the previous life. Don't you feel pain when my tears flow over your wounds? Whose eyes have opened the fragrance of plums in the snowy land? It was a round of red sunshine, the sunshine of the hometown.
Hometown, the sunshine snow, white is your only pursuit. The snow, which glows brightly under the sun, then turns into soft spring water, taking away the winter sentimentality.
Going home, in the middle of nowhere, the snowflakes are flying down. Open the doors and windows, a ray of sunshine sprinkled down, sitting at the desk, serenely feeling the charm of words.
Standing on the window sill, holding the sycamore in my hand, wearing a cotton jacket made by my mom, so my heart returned to the snow, that youthful era full of sunshine. The sun fell golden, Dad waved the hoe, watering the beautiful home with sweat.
Surrounded by snow, my sister watched over the green wheat seedlings in the field with her crystal eyes, and used the language of poetry to paint her own beautiful tomorrow for the guys. Sitting in front of the house, I think back to my distant childhood.
Pile snowman, snowball fight is a group of authentic mountain village boy the best fun. In my childhood, I knew that there were still mountains outside the mountains, and when the snow melted, there were still snowflakes falling.
Early in the morning, the wind stopped, the dream woke up, only the snow is still flying. But I will soon feel the presence of the sun, and I see my mother and sister together in the sunshine, facing the glittering snow towards the depths of winter.
The snow was on its way, a trail of footprints that stretched all the way to spring. On that snowy day, the plum blossom I was waiting for bloomed, pink, in the sunshine, among the snowflakes, beside the path at the entrance of the village, like a pretty woman walking on a clean white stage to show her style.
Beyond the Meiling, in the midst of the wind and snow, poetry springs to mind. II. Qinba Mountain began to snow, hometown is another winter.
Snow is on its way, waiting for the sun to melt its life into spring. The wind's greetings advance the news of spring slowly.
Spring is coming. The glacier has not yet had time to wake up, and the earth is already full of life.
Toward the sunny days, the cold accompanied by snow to me, snow into ice, ice into water, is about to turn into a new scene of spring. I comfortably feel thrown in the sunny land of last winter, and the depths of memory are written with wonderful sunshine.
Snow-filled days, I am nostalgic in the beloved land, once and a girl's love affair. That winter, she stepped on the snow, let my earth warm before the sun came.
Snow. Sunshine.
She was beautiful. Pleasant, happy, is a realistic poem that sends away the cold of my winter.
She came on a snowy day, and the cold wind blew away the sadness in my poem. I advanced only in the snow, and she brought back a fallen poet from the virtual beauty to reality.
The sunlight opened my voluptuous desires and then saw her smile. Flakes of snow sent a few poetic touches.
The warmth of the sun makes our winter no longer cold, she snuggled in a warm embrace, reading sentimental verses. From time to time, she closes her eyes and thinks of the beauty and happiness beyond the poem.
She poetized my days. I started smiling on the days when the sun shed its light, and between smiles and smiles, she has become my bride in this life.
iii. In winter, embrace the hearth. On a snowy night, the hearth fire was across from me.
Poetry was born from a conversation between my wife and me. In the poem, a spring garden with flowers waiting to bloom.
The sunlight before the dawn will melt the cold from my thoughts. The cold wind is still there, the snowflakes are still there, and the cold slowly begins to close in and crystallize into a kind of transparent crystal.
Wine, from the cup from exuding a tantalizing aroma, wife's face on my face, the aged sunshine grows a pair of jealous eyes, happiness does not need any reason. The sun began to warm from the creek.
My wife and I walked hand in hand on the riverbank, she was smiling. The tears I remember being blown down by the river wind were like splashes on the rippling river, surging with continuous spring tides.
The sun fell on my face, my hands, my feet, and all the days seemed bright. Under the sun, my wife and I step forward, as the rhythm of the poem so that love began to flare.
Beneath the sun, we began to read poetry, verses that are the sunshine of winter, illuminating the boat of our life, to ride the waves. In the morning towards the sunshine, I sheltered some moving.
Borrowing poems, borrowing sunshine, scattering my obsession with emotion, love of life. IV. The brightness of the sunshine is with us, and we express our love of life with our hard-working hands under the sunshine.
The morning breath is the most moving call of the sun. The red light of the east shrinks all the wishes of the heart all into one force, refracting many crisp and refreshing memories.
The pure river, breaking through the dawn mist, the village, my watery lover, watery smile, bright, pious, dignified. Love, stunning bright flowers can not be bound love; a paper boat, along the riverbank of the years to pursue the feelings of the Gulf.
Youth gilded with sunshine, love written declaration. Once like a song of the past, once brilliant poetry.
The rhythm of the lyric slow, beat the few mountains, feel the big mountain just Ren, look back to the big river torrent surging spring. The blood of the long river, along the curving thoughts, arriving at the sunshine tomorrow.
Waiting in the space of life, waiting for the sun to knead delicately. Fire.
Iron in the fire. Reddened hearts being subjected to the tumbling of emotions.
Wisps of sunshine open the garden of earthly love. Roses, red marvel, aurora flashes, is the sun's unrepentant vow.
[Original] emotional poetry "flying snow feelings" (2007-01-02 08:55:06) Category: My Poetry Through countless primitive feel countless cold fly to the universe the only green here the most beautiful green sphere open chest countless trees hold up my body for fear that I fall here the most enthusiastic perhaps close to the sun the poet's pen praised thousands of years like to gently drift down the middle of the thinking and writing I like to listen to the heart knocking on the strong door ring and visit every kind heart with the devotion of a young girl coming from afar with parting feelings waiting for the spring to come and turn into water to be with you (1) Struggle to hold on to every bit of soil I can reach I will firmly support the tree on my back Struggle to suck the nutrients from every inch of soil I will make the tree on my back my pride every minute (2) Don't ask how hard I worked to get out of the ground. (2) Don't ask me how hard I've worked to get out of the ground, I just want to show.
4. Words to Describe Sky-high TreesIdioms for Trees
1, ancient cypresses, sky-high trees, willows and smoky trees, full of life, pavilions, such as the cover
2, branches and leaves, lush forests, bamboo, trees, gnarled and circling, a vast sea of forests
3, branches and leaves, such as the cover of the green tree, green trees, green bamboos, sparse shadows, horizontal and oblique
4, a school of life, green pines, cypresses, green trees, green trees, green trees. Slanting branches, green as onion
5, green and verdant, curved and colorful, withered leaves and stumps, rolling pine waves, red maple like fire
6, bamboo trees, lush and green, flat forests, willows, mottled shadows
7, 10,000 hectares of verdure, covering the sky and hiding the sun, withered vines, old trees, pines, cypresses, gnarled and curled
8, green leaves, mango sea of trees, trees, green shade and thick pines, green bamboos, forests, waves, wail
9, rooted and intertwined, covered with branches, green, green and green, green, bamboo, deadwood and pine, green, green, green and green, green and green.
The upper part of the tree receives the aura of heaven, and the lower part of the tree receives the nutrients of the heart of the earth. Phi sprinkle sunshine, smile at the frost, do not Brahma not charming, as long as the power of the sky and the earth.
He has a thick and straight stem, emitting a light green color light. Transmitting maturity and greatness, the branches are always upward, and every leaf is cohesive with the unrestrained thoughts of life.
Cheering into the winds, singing to the rain, conversing with the stars, dreaming of connecting the blue sky and the moon. In people's hearts, there is a tall poplar, a great body standing in the field.
People in the tree to write poetry painting, painting gusts of wheat waves, painting rape golden, painting the flavor of Nanli Du, painting the good pasture of Baimatang, painting the sea of ten thousand acres of tea, painting a piece of fruit of the garden, painting a new village, painted thousands of happy road, writing a fresh and elegant poem ten thousand lines. In the side of the people, stood a great poplar.
People sowing hope under the tree, the tea sea girl in the song, the guy busy on the hillside, the old lamp play rap happiness, people in the poplar tree to the future outlook, learning rules and gathering strength, a call to the front. The people under the poplar tree beckon, ushering in all kinds of businessmen from all corners of the world.
The street is long and the river is curved, the river under the poplar tree is a sea of people, and the dream of the new poplar has set sail....
6. Verses describing big treesTrees are overgrown and grass is abundant. Translation: The trees and all kinds of grass are overgrown and very luxuriant. From: Cao Cao's Guan Canghai in the two Han dynasties.
I drove the chickens to the trees, and then I heard them knocking at the wood. From: Three Songs of Qiangcun (Three Songs of Qiangcun) by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty.
The trees are in a state of depression, and the north wind is sad. From: Cao Cao's "Bitter Cold Row" in the Wei and Jin dynasties.
The trees at the gate of the south gate are so crowded. From "Drinking Wine" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty.
The king and his ministers have met with the time, and the trees are still loved and cherished. From: Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "cypress line".
The trees are still being cherished by the people. From: "Row on the Pond" by Zhen Mi of the two Han dynasties.
Thorns and hazelnuts are lined up in the pond, and foxes and rabbits are proud of the trees. Foxes and rabbits are bold and do not run away when they see people, but go around the trees. From: Tang Dynasty Yuan Zhen's Lianchang Gongzi (Lyrics of the Palace of Lianchang).
The city is filled with Chinese houses, and the trees are pale in winter. From: Du Fu's "Chengdu Mansion" in the Tang Dynasty.