Modern Poems Describing Landscape

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

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 3

Just 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 4

It'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'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 years

Passes 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

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 9

The 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 together

Whether 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 10

Tired 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 11

A 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 12

I'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'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 13

Who 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 16

The 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 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

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

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

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