Introduction: Modern poetry, also known as "vernacular poetry", can be traced back to the end of the Qing Dynasty, is a kind of poetry, compared with classical poetry, although they are all for the feeling of the object, but generally do not restrict the format and rhyme. The following is a collection of modern poems describing landscapes for reference.
Modern Poems Describing Landscapes Part 1
Looking down on a period of stale time
In a deep-locked drawer
Finding some quiet
Sometimes I am used to
I am used to holding my head high
No matter whether it is to look at the streaming clouds in the sky
or the distant landscape
One day my father told me to
Look at a group of ants in the sky and see their faces. >
to look for my childhood in a swarm of ants
and some of my lost footprints
I lost the courage to look up all of a sudden
I stopped looking up
Of course, I still quietly
look at some refracted reflections on a calm lake
Modern Poems Describing Landscapes Piece 2
What you came for
Just like you don't remember
Who wore a new coat that day
That day, there was a fine drizzle
I'm in the south of the river of my dreams
Swaying in my boat
Chasing after a yellow leaf that I don't know if it's a
Autumn leaves
Wise men delight in the mountains, kind men delight in the water
I'm just chasing after your bamboo flute
I'm just chasing after your bamboo flute
I'm just chasing after your bamboo flute
I'm just chasing after your bamboo flute
One layer of mountain, one layer of water
I almost forgot myself
Like a fish out of water
You're in your world
I'm looking at my scenery
Who told the wind to brush your veil
Send me a world of confusion
Modern Poetry Describing Landscape Part 3Just like I am in autumn
I am a redundant person.
I became a redundant person
Some people polish autumn
into a golden moon
Some people scrub their heart
into a twinkling star
I am a redundant person
Redundant eyes
Look at some redundant scenery
And the redundant wind
Is always there when I am redundant. p> Always knocking on my window door when I'm redundant
Thinking of some redundant story
Modern Poem Describing the Landscape Part 4It's been said
Either you travel
Or you read a book
The body and the soul
One must be on the road
As you ride the train
Have you ever noticed the scenery along the way
When you're tired from work or reading
Have you ever stood by the window and looked out
Taken a picture of the view from the window
What you feel and what you've learned
Let's share it with everyone
The plane is lifting up
Sitting by the window, you've got a good idea of what you're looking at.
Sitting in the window seat
Looking out the window alone
The plane passed through cloud after cloud
It seemed a bit lonely in the void of air
Just like me
Maybe I'm just used to it
I didn't feel any discomfort
Continuing to look out the window
Every now and then I could see a patch of light, but I didn't feel any discomfort
The plane was not in the air. p> Every now and then, I could see a separate cloud
gradually moving away from my sight
The plane had reached its highest point
and I could only see it by moving my eyes down a little bit
The large cloud
I suddenly thought it
looked like the marshmallows that I had eaten in the past
soft
sweet.
But I can't eat them anymore
Or if I can
I can't get them back
The sound of silver bells in the air
came out of the speakers
I like to listen to that sound
because it's like my mother's when she was young. Suddenly
a voice like my mother's when she was young
whispering in my ear
reached my ears
and I froze in my tracks
looking for the sound of the voice
Excuse me
may I sit here
a beautiful young girl
pointed to the seat next to me
I didn't answer
but I did.
I didn't answer
I just nodded indifferently
She seemed
a little surprised that I wasn't impressed by her beauty
and couldn't help but look at me a little more
When she didn't notice
my eyes flicked over to her, intentionally or unintentionally
The way she looked at me
was just pretty, to put it simply. To put it simply, she was just pretty
In my definition
Pretty means having good features
Cleaner
The rest of her body
And her looks
I'd classify as trash
I don't really care about it
Maybe it's because of that that I've been recognized as a weirdo
I don't know what to do.
For the rest of the day
I didn't think anything of it
I just continued to look out the window
at the clouds that looked like nothing but were there
I don't know how long it took
but there was a loud, clear barking sound
I raised my eyes
and saw a beautiful woman with a long, slender leg on her lap.
A very small laptop
She seemed to be texting
As I turned back
I couldn't help but look at the laptop a little more
I'm not a stranger to it
It's because of it
I had a very
very unusual experience
and it's a very good one.
The sunset was beautiful
as if it had been thousands of years in the making
to create such a rich color
The distant band of greenish-gray mountains
seemed to have been spilled by a painter
The clouds were even and yet so
layered
deep purple
deep red
and so many other colors.
Deep red
In the end, it's the color of milk
When the dark clouds are gone
The sun rises so brightly that I just want to fly in its light
The view outside the window is renewed throughout the seasons
And even every day doesn't have a cycle
I like to look for a kite floating in the blue sky
I like to look for a kite that's not in the sky. The kite is drifting
That's where my heart lies
A leaf of window
Circling a pure land
A piece of blue sky
Independently looking up
Lonely
And yet, happy
Too much in the world
Circling the people
But not the soul.
In the spring and autumn, when I look at the kite flying in the wind
I feel that it is me
like a prodigal son drifting in the sea
without any attachment
Early in the morning
I wake up with the sound of bird cries
I open my eyes and look out of the window
The green is so green that I can't even look at the window without looking out.
The sun is out
The climber is beautiful
It's cozy
It's lazy
The wind gently shakes its delicate branches
It attracts birds
To rest on the thicker branches
It also attracts bees and butterflies to play among the leaves.
The creeper is still slowly and leisurely
shaking its branches and sharing
the joyful stories of the birds and the butterflies
The creeper
sparkles in the 10,000-meter sunlight
It's like a waterfall falling down from the sky
.
The thousands of leaves glistening with 10,000 meters of sunlight
are the water droplets
Looking intently
The waterfall has disappeared
There is a large swarm of green butterflies in 10,000 meters of sunlight
Each leaf is a butterfly spirit
Fluttering like an immortal.
Butterfly genie
Creeping tiger under the sunlight
Spirited and unrestrained without losing the subtle softness
And creeping tiger in the rain
is a completely different scene
The initial drizzle sprinkled on the leaves
Caused the leaves to tremble slightly
Catering to the rhythm of the raindrops
Make a small rustling sound Rustling
Like the prelude to a symphony
Softly
To the ear
Then the rain got heavier
Pea-sized raindrops smashed into the leaves
The creeper
Boiled up like a pot of boiling water
Accompanied by the sound of clapping and snapping
The symphony reached a crescendo.
So intense
So powerful
When the rain breaks down
The climbers are as green as ever
The countless leaves are glowing green
They look like green fairies in their new outfits
They look like fishermen in straw raincoats
The wind blows and the wind seems to take off the reins.
When the wind blows, it's like a horse sitting still
When I wake up
I still think about the creeper outside my window
It's the first thing that caught my eye
The creeper climbed up in front of my window
It climbed up all over my childhood dreams
The modern poem describing the landscape Part 5
No coincidence
I've met by chance
I've met by chance
I'm not sure if I've met by chance
I'm not sure if I've met by chance
I'm not sure if I'm not sure if I've met by chance
A dream that lingers for a thousand yearsPasses away with the tears of a candle
A mirage that flies away
A memory that is hard to erase
No need to be stuck in the past with old-fashioned thoughts
Nor do we overemphasize
Perfection that is as good as we want it to be
It's the same as talking nonsense
To admire nature
It's all in the flow
Or to watch the flowers blossom
To take it easy
A thousand times over
The situation has not yet been reversed
By the brush and ink of spring
We can draw a new
Beautiful landscape
For you.
Beautiful scenery
Modern poem describing the scenery Part 6
Without the green grass,
Without the warm beauty peak,
What am I obsessed with you?
The view from the window.
Early in the morning,
The bird carries a ray of sunrise,
Waking up the dream,
The dream wakes up slowly;
In the evening,
The river carries a river of blue water,
Reflecting the white cloud,
The cloud walks slowly.
The chirping of birds,
is the most beautiful music,
the clattering of oars,
is the most beautiful melody.
And then, there's that -
The banyan tree on the other side of the river!
It is the most beautiful couple of the river.
Look at her, she is so graceful,
with a full head of hair,
contentedly in the sparkling river.
The river, the banyan tree,
day and night, snuggled up to each other,
and so on, constituting -
In front of the window, the most beautiful scenery.
The most beautiful scenery in my life,
Into your world,
Melting my hard ice,
The sunshine is cut into one by one a profound footprint
In your heart of the original interpretation of the warmth.
Tonight, the moon is not far away, and the bamboo is in the shadows.
Just for the thin moonlight,
painted into a haze by the vapor emanating from the soil.
I tried to find your smile in the silence,
as if in a dream when whispering, pearl tears crystal.
Every minute there will be a blip open,
The space was a little bit dipped into white color,
The road ahead is long, but can not go out of this fall of England,
The faint fragrance of the condensation of a strand of fragrant soul,
A pen landing to break the serenity.
You are the most beautiful scenery in my life,
Appreciating you is like walking into the ginkgo forest in the golden autumn,
Orange flames are burning in the branches,
Every leaf is your beloved bookmark,
Retaining your delicate posture,
In your thoughts, day and night.
A modern poem describing the landscape Part 8
A
This autumn, in addition to the sunshine is still beautiful
The autumn wind is refreshing, and my world
I also passed by a stray cloud that did not bring the rain
This season of green grass is yellowing
My steps, accidentally
Stepped into another spring
The side of the autumn water, a A sleeping lotus on the side of the autumn water
Two
The summer that was too late to say goodbye
Metamorphosed quickly with the sound of the cicadas
The wind kissed the yellow leaves
The fallen leaves kissed the bubbling autumn water
Who likes to wash by the silent water
My late boat did not mean to
And then it overturned the scenery of the lake.
Three
Sometimes I wonder
how one season can be replaced by another
but I don't know
another world outside of one world
in this tiny path
the moonlight that I stepped on
is still wrapped up in the silence of the year
Four
I'm not the only person in the world who can't see the world, I'm not the only person in the world who can see the world.
It's not that I'm not coming
You haven't left either
Look at the sunset-dyed western sky
There's still a lonesome stray cloud
My eyes that I don't dare to close
Are just like your dreams that you don't dare to open
Just that I'm afraid of missing out on my own scenery
Modern Poetry Describing Scenery Episode 9The Moonlight Are you in loneliness
Memories of the night's thinking
Smiling eyes
Lingering in my mind
The crowdedness of the lonely city makes us hold hands all
The scenery that belongs to you
Worthy of believing in love
Loneliness reminds if all
You and me
Happy time to watch the Olympics togetherWhether a number of years later to remember each other real memories
Sad time to the light of the shooting star to cover the lonely moonlight
Loneliness of the moonlight
Memories of the past
In my mind
Memories of the past
The love of the crowded
Only belongs to us holding hands
How do we walk into the next scenery ......
Modern Poems Describing Scenery Part 10Tired of walking, only to realize
The roadside scenery
Running desperately against the wind
Those tired moods
Far away All the tracks of yesterday
Taking the roadside scenery
Into the warm pocket of my coat
The sky won't stop raining
Squeezing some pains into my body
They're running wild between my chest and my stomach
Waking up my sweaty drops with their high-pitched song
I try to do a run
a marathon with these roadside scenes
when the steps are no more
I review the scars of turning away with my face
time is no more
space is no more
and the roadside scenes silently wave and walk away
and the silence of the world
returns to a world where the world is no longer the same. p>
It's back to the way it was in the beginning again
Modern Poem Describing the Landscape Psalm 11A cat jumped around and made a tiger's pounce
It scared a tiny sparrow
A peony flower opened up
The white dress blushed with shyness
A swarm of honeybees flew around
Competingly embroider the flowers
A A frog plays music
A pink peony
Dances happily
A maiden smiles on the lake
A pretty lotus flower
Lies gently in the water's embrace like a maiden
A school of goldfish leaps out
A paradise of beauty
A peach falls to the ground
A fairy trophy falls to the ground
The moon and the sun laughed wildly at the same time
An ant created the road
Painted a picture
It's worth a lot of money
Modern Poetry Describing Landscapes Psalm 12I've always been irradiated by computers
I heard from my colleagues
Radiation is a scary thing
It can make a 20-year old
Don't underestimate this 5 years
It's the first sign of aging
But I don't seem to be too scared of these things
After all, I'm not a woman
There's no harm in a man being a little bit ugly
I turned my head to look at the window and the trees were bare for a moment
It's bare
Only one or two pieces are still swaying in the wind
Maybe soon
Maybe next moment
Maybe tomorrow
They'll fall into the dust
The tree is really just a branch
Bare
It's full of lines
Bleak, but not really.
It's just a bit lonely
It's cold and desolate
This word has always been used to describe the environment or the atmosphere
Now I'm looking at the scenery outside the window
and suddenly
I realize that it's a very appropriate word to describe the weather
and in the blink of an eye, I realize that my heart is also cold and desolate at the moment.
Chinese words are really profound
A word
can describe in detail what it
is supposed to describe at a certain moment
The winter is very cold
because the black Bosideng down jacket
has already passed away.
I miss the familiar smell and warmth of the jacket
and the pockets that I broke
huddled alone
at the warmth of my computer desk
but in my heart, I keep thinking about
a cold city in the south
so cold and icy
for a split second
my own heart, my own heart and my own soul, my own heart and my own soul.
My hands were cold
My heart was also cold
Is this how telepathy works
But
Can our senses still interact
It seems that they can't
A few sparrows flew over from afar
And they landed on the branches of a bare tree
I don't know if they'll be cold or not
I don't know if they'll be cold or not
I don't know if they'll be cold or not
I don't know if they'll be cold or not.
I'd like to be a tailor
I'd like to make a lot of clothes for these little creatures to wear
They'd come and go in all kinds of colors
Over our heads
It must be so beautiful
It's like living in a fairy tale
It's enjoyable
It's a blessing to think about it
Happiness is an attitude.
Happiness is an attitude
That's right
Modern Poems About Landscape Part 13Who planted the green in the spring soil?
Let the grass grow, grow, grow,
Make the grass grow, grow,
The flowers grow, grow,
The willow grows, grows,
The willow grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows, grows.
A sea of green grows.
Who is it that puts notes into the summer square?
Let the birds sing and sing,
Let the frogs sing and sing,
And the robins sing and sing,
And the waves sing and sing.
It is a peaceful music.
Who is it that hangs the lanterns on the hills in the fall?
Let the apples swing,
Let the beanstalks swing,
Let the mandarin oranges swing,
Let the ears of grain swing.
And the harvest was a great success.
Who is it that spreads sweetness all over the winter village?
Let the fragrance of the wine go up,
let the snowflakes go up,
let the fragrance of the plum go up,
let the fireworks go up,
let the fragrance of the fireworks go up,
let the fragrance of the wine go up.
Raise an intoxicating gallery.
I can feel that you have come,
from my heart, gently,
gently swept through a burst of ripples,
the sound of your footsteps blowing wrinkled my pool of spring water,
shimmering ripples,
reflecting the beautiful sunset,
shy, gorgeous and colorful.
Perhaps, you are not the best painter,
failed to outline that a spring water dotted whispers,
But, you are the most beautiful scenery in my heart ......
A modern poem describing the landscape Part 15
A man in silence
In the classic years of Jiangnan
Into the intoxication of feeling, soft and fragrant
I should be the world of history-
A very special landscape
Who can understand the heart of the poem
No way to understand the heart of the poem
I can't make out the feelings of the poem.
Entangled in the plum rain of Jiangnan
A hint, a strand
Adorned with a rhyme, it stirs the strings of my heart
Modern Poetry Describing Landscapes Episode 16The sun is setting in the west
A faint glimmer of light is hanging in the sky
It's cloudy and drizzly
But the fragrance of the rain is still there
The pine forest is a quiet thought Pine Forest
Sipping a cup of Longjing
Listening to a piece of heavenly music
All the worries and troubles have disappeared
All that is left behind is
A flower-like mood
Releasing a few peaceful thoughts
Saying something light and breezy
Reciting the Spring Songs
The Spring
Every single flower in the springtime
is a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful. p>
Every flower has a sweet smile on its face
because it is full of
life and vitality
Summer
Every bird's song
is so beautiful
because everywhere is
a prosperous scene
Mid-autumn
The moon looks so perfect
Because everywhere
is full of the joy of the harvest
Winter
The snowy plum blossoms are fragrant
Though there is no birdsong and flowers
But the smile is still bright
Flowers
Are not beautiful just because of the colorfulness
The scent of the flowers
Can also be mesmerizing.
It can also be intoxicating
A quiet look at the flowers and the moon can make you realize that the flowers and the moon are like people
A detailed look at life can make you realize that people are like the flowers and the moon
A smile is like the fragrance of a flower
It should be as sweet as a flower
A heart is like the brightness of the moon
It should be as quiet as the moon
A heart that is bright is hard to get confused with
A heart that is quiet can make you realize that the world is really interesting
A heart that is quiet can make you realize that the world is really interesting
A heart that is quiet is a kind of heart that can be used to make people feel good.
A quiet mind is a state of mind
but it is also a beauty that can keep people
enchanted
When it rains in the sky
do you complain about the mud on the ground
or do you wait for a rainbow to come after the rain
When it's dark in the night
do you huddle together in the corner of your house
or do you go out to the stars
when a person who has been in a dark room is not a good person, he or she is a good person, but he or she is not a good person.
When you are alone
Do you feel lonely
Or do you find peace of mind
There is always silence
There is always silence
That belongs to the heart that is peaceful and relaxed
There is always something beautiful
Like a fragrance
That flows between the lines.
There is always something beautiful
Beginning with quietness
Settling into a calm and tranquil atmosphere
The view from afar
Is the sound of a distant flute
I can imagine
What kind of quiet beauty
Is the subtle fragrance of the thoughts that move
Around my fingers
The tea is fragrant with the fragrance of the tea
The tea is a beautiful fragrance
The tea is a beautiful fragrance
The tea is a beautiful fragrance
The tea is a beautiful fragrance
The tea is a beautiful fragrance
The tea is a beautiful fragrance
A colorful flower is knocked out between the agile fingers
Falling gently on the palm
A light fragrance
Slowly overflowing along the palm
Those delicate matters of the heart
A light cloud
A soft petal
A gentle wind
And the words that are as light as the breath
And the words that are as light as the breath
The words that are as light as the breath
And the words that are as light as the breath
And the words that are as light as the breath
And the words that are as light as the breath
The way they gently come together
Charming and serene
Breath in the music
More seductive because of the green tea
The heart is still
It becomes a fragrance
It becomes a peace and quiet
It becomes a serenity
It becomes a reverie
Wrapping around the heart is the lightness of the heart
The heart is still as light as the breath of the breath of the words.
A gentle curl
A gentle flower
Slowly falling
Breathing softly
As if for a moment
I could be close to the wings of a cloud
Smelling the breath of a cloud
It's so cozy
.