Poems about Hawthorn in Autumn 1. Ancient Poems about Hawthorn
"Recitation of Hawthorn"
The branches of Hawthorn are fierce and hideous with the slanting of the sun,
Parking in the winds with the head of the winds is simple and unadorned.
The years have brought a smile to my face,
and I have lived an indifferent life with a sour fruit. The old doctor is obsessed with the old disease, and the rotten medicine is wrong with the new prescription.
The red fruits of the evening are low in the trees, and the moss is green all over the walls in the fall.
This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high school diploma, and I've never seen a person with a higher education.
The Western Garden
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Liu Deren
The summer garden is cool in the fall, the tree is low and meets the conical cap interjection. The sound of the water is turning over the weir, and the mountain is wet and sparse.
The green sand hides the path, and the red fruit presses the branches. The first thing I want to do is to get a chance to meet with the monks.
2. Sentences describing hawthorn
Around June, the hawthorn tree bloomed a string of glossy and crystalline flowers, like small snowflakes in the winter, white and very elegant, making people feel that it is so pure and beautiful, like a sentimental maiden. A breeze gently flicked by the sandalwood tree, hawthorn leaves and flowers all fluttered in the air, like fairies scattering flowers and butterflies fluttering, decorating the yard even more beautifully.
In July and August, hawthorn trees bear one after another small green mountain ballast, like a child who is not mature, naughty swinging on the branches. Slowly the small hawthorn grows into a big hawthorn, green hawthorn also become a green and red "little doll".
Nearly October, hawthorn is ripe. The reddish skin with the white point of the background, looks more fresh and pleasant. At this time, hawthorn is ready to eat.
In early summer, hawthorn trees bloom. They huddle together in twos and threes, blooming so lively. Although there are also those who like to be alone, but most of them are like in a race, from the branch to the end of the branch to open a big string. Standing at the top of the hill and looking into the distance, the forest of santalums looks like a pink mist. After the flowers of the mountain toon have faded, the trees are covered with small green beans, which are the young fruits of the hawthorn. The young fruits slowly ripened, first turning into light red, then turning into dark red, and in autumn, hawthorn was fully ripe and the color was deep red. Hawthorn is the same size as cinnamon, only with small yellow dots all over.
When fall comes, hawthorn trees are full of onyx-like red fruits, and the whole forest of hawthorns is like a small red lantern, hanging in the branches, between the branches, which makes people drool.
3. Sentences describing hawthorn fruits
Sentences describing hawthorn fruits
1. In the spring, hawthorn tree grows tender green leaves, just like a fairy in green clothes, she has magic to eliminate the fatigue of our eyes;
2. In the summer, hawthorn tree's branches and leaves have already grown up densely, and it's just like a green umbrella, we often play games and take a cool ride under the tree in the recess. In summer, the hawthorn tree has grown very thick, it is like a big green umbrella, we often play games and take a cool ride under the tree during class time;
3, in the fall, the hawthorn tree gives us sweet and sour hawthorn;
4, in winter, the hawthorn tree's leaves fall off, they are standing silently in the cold wind, as if they were thinking: I must bear big and sweet hawthorn next year and let the children eat it. Hawthorn trees give us so many good things, but they don't ask for our return. We have to protect the hawthorn trees and let them grow happily in the campus.
5. There is a hawthorn tree in the backyard of my house, which is about several hundred years old. It is beautiful all year round. In the spring, the hawthorn tree is full of beautiful, white and bright little flowers, which look extraordinarily beautiful and delicate against the green leaves.
6, you see: hawthorn has a lot of medicinal effects, it can eliminate food accumulation, dissipate blood stasis, drive tapeworm, stop dysentery, especially to help digestion. China's Ming dynasty outstanding medical scientist Li Shizhen also once said: "cook the old chicken meat hard, into the hawthorn a few that is easy to rotten, then its elimination to the accumulation of the work, cover can be pushed." The original small hawthorn and so many functions
I can not help but admire our school hawthorn tree.
7, in front of my house, there is a tree, it is not a valuable flowers and trees, just a soil head, ordinary hawthorn tree, it is not noble, not brightly colored, but let me feel the beauty of its content.
8, our double bridge home in the backyard planted two tall hawthorn tree, they grow very lush. In the spring, the trees are full of tender green buds. The green buds are like green butterflies. The flowers of the hawthorn tree are white and beautiful.
9. In the fall, hawthorn trees bear brightly colored fruits, red and sweet, lively and lovely, such as a lovely child, round bright red fruits, make people happy. This season, it is the most beautiful, although it does not have the sweetness of the apple, pear aroma, but it is lively and cheerful, its bright red to give people good luck, so only it is the most beautiful. In fact, everyone is like this hawthorn tree, although ordinary, but beautiful, the most beautiful in the next season is you.
10. In summer, hawthorn trees bear bunches of green fruits. The day can be really hot! Hawthorn trees and make a contribution to us, they are like two big umbrella, the sun covered tightly, my old hen can be under the tree to avoid the summer heat. In the fall, when it is near the Chung Yeung Festival, many big and red hawthorn berries are ripe. Hawthorn berries emit sweet and sour fragrance. Looking at this bunch of red hawthorn berries, I crave straight drooling, picking one in the mouth, and sour and sweet, and want to eat the second, the third ......
4. Poem about hawthorn tree
That year
The golden rapeseed flowers
Splendid my eighteen year old dream
The melodious accordion sound of the exploration team
gave birth to my desire for love
At that moment
I was afraid to take
the white rabbit milk candy in your hand
for fear of touching the palm of your hand
In the darkness of the night, I couldn't reach out to hold your hand
When you threw away the branch of a tree
and held my hand, I was so happy to see that I was able to take it.
Holding my hand
A smile from each other
Drunk the whole spring
Passing by that hawthorn tree again
You said
No matter what kind of flowers it blooms
It will always bear red fruits
A story about me and you
Innocent, beautiful, and obsessive
Every time we meet and wait.
I longed for the day
when we went to see
the hawthorn tree with its red flowers
In your heart
I was so sad
So you said
that when you really love someone
you'd rather die
than betray
your love for them.
And then
I believed you when you waited
On the banks of the Willow River
One embrace
Warmed two young hearts
You said you wanted to have a name that was only mine
And the moment I finally said it
My world was filled with
your red
And then
I saw the red flowers of the hawthorn tree
reflecting your smiling face
in the other world
bearing red fruits
You said
that you like to listen to "Love at the Hawthorn Tree"
and thought that the love of hawthorns must be sour
After reading that
I cried
I was so happy to hear your name. p> I cried
I can't wait for you for a year and a month
I can't wait for you until you're 25 years old
But I can wait for you for the rest of my life
Believe me
I'll be waiting for you in paradise
A love story with no one else to wait for
An ache of sorrow
Some years later
The tree that bloomed on the hill is the most beautiful tree in the world
The tree that bloomed on the hill is the most beautiful tree in the world
I can't wait for you for the rest of your life. p>
The hawthorn tree with red flowers
is still burying our love
5. Poems in praise of Shanlihong
1, "Made in the middle of a guest" Tang.
The rain cleared up in the river and the autumn light was old, and the wild air and the Sichuan clouds were as clean as a sweep.
The birds in the sky are scattered with fallen leaves, and the slanting sun lining the decaying grass.
The flat sand scrambling people swan, the long pavilion horse barrier mud wet.
Tired red fruits and green gabions, before the frost first pick is sour.
The first thing you need to do is to buy up your grain and buy up the rice.
The waterfall is sitting alone, waiting for the servant, not hearing the pestle and mortar.
2. "Rule the Garden" Tang.
The small nursery is a place of operation, and the cultivation of the nursery is a matter of effort.
The soil is loose enough to be rained on, and the roots are young enough to be afraid of molybdenum.
The red fruits are ripening, and the shade is becoming clearer and clearer.
The first thing you need to know is how to get the best out of your life, and how to get the best out of your life.
3. "Idle Habitat" by Tang.
The trees are close to each other, and the bamboo is soaked in clear water.
The fish jump from the green moss, and the birds are silent when they steal the red fruits.
The greenest of the green embankments, the brightest of the greenest of the green rivers.
This is the only way to get to the top of the world, and how many people will be able to do so?
4, "Li Langzhong Lin Ting" Tang.
The first is the "Pilgrimage to the Pilgrimage", which is the first time I have ever seen a Pilgrimage to the Pilgrimage in my life.
The bamboo has already grown up in the bamboo grove, and the vine path has been added to the silk of the face.
If the white apes are allowed to hang near the house, there will be no red fruits on the lower branches.
The first is a great talent, and the second is a great talent, and the third is a great talent.
5. Guo Zhong Shan Ju Tang.
I don't want to see a scoop from the tree, but I want to see the four walls in the forest.
The first thing I heard was the horn, and the second thing I heard was the mountain.
The first is a poem about a man's life, and the second is a poem about a woman's life.
If you are a scholar, you will have to leave your name behind, but you will have to go back and forth with the fowls and the fishes.