Modern poetry describes ginkgo tree 1 1, and how painful ginkgo tree really is.
When ginkgo leaves fall.
What is it like?
I've been outside the mountain these days, and I haven't seen it.
Full of leaves and dense gold.
If I have to pull it
It will hurt this big tree for a year.
Now, the wind has not blown for half an hour.
Its savings for a year will go up in smoke.
Like a farmer robbed by a storm.
You said, it can't talk.
How painful is it?
2. The sky began to turn blue
You're hurt.
But I don't want to make any noise.
You curl up and the river bank bends.
The grass continues to grow into the sky.
A Bai Niao.
Choose to leave when the wind comes.
Yellow butterfly, pink butterfly, wants to lift pea flowers all over the floor.
Ranula
Spinning with a halo, a circle in spring
You became a heart.
I hear the sun moving.
The river began to calm down.
When the fog cleared, I looked up and it began to turn blue.
Besides, it's always turning blue.
3. Male
He is used to sitting alone and indulging in the tranquility elsewhere.
Occasionally put a part of yourself
Distribute to forests
If he tears, it's just tears.
Have nothing to do with specific things.
He doesn't hate crowds.
I just want to be closer to myself in a place farther away from the noise.
In the vast darkness, continue to suffer from insomnia.
But no longer argue with the times about the eternal meaning.
He restrained his sharpness.
Use another stone to polish yourself.
Try not to hurt others by wrestling in common affairs.
Those illusory beauty, or flames.
It is not easy to show people when it is hidden in the cracks of bones.
4. Nanmendu
In the first 30 years, the ship will not come.
Nanmendu
Who are you waiting for at dusk?
Baisha town, the river flows every day.
The prosperity of ships and ship transportation for hundreds of years
Now there's only one left.
A log cabin half a block away and a quicksand river.
Standing by the river
Like people who have crossed the river before, I shouted a few times.
-Cross the river.-Cross the river
Weed shaking
People who can't get out of the barefoot ferry
Not far away, the bridge is just across the street.
Like a hemp rope
Step 5 be hostile
Across the table, tea set.
The sunlight slanted in through the window.
The expression on your face when you reach for the book and try to recognize the handwriting.
Let me pity.
Are you really old?
From then on, the eyes became pale and the hair turned white.
Like an innocent ship, in the twilight
Have to accept
I refuse the dust.
The tea is cold.
The autumn wind brings loneliness from the place where it is evacuated during the day.
The way of existence
How powerless people are.
I suddenly became more hostile to time.
6. Take a carriage to see you
Refuse the train, refuse the plane
You're afraid of dizziness and interfering with the way I approach you.
You want the road to be like an old cotton thread.
Rubbed repeatedly by heaven and earth.
Rivers, fields and mountains
Thought more and more broad, accept the division of road-side pavilion.
See you in the carriage.
In the slow migration of time
This old snail can put past lives, this life and the afterlife.
Climb over the ditch
The same ground is covered with snow.
Wait for the horse to run into the bone
You can see a man at the entrance of the village, getting thinner and thinner.
7. Just watching the snow
It had already snowed before I appeared.
I'm just replacing one of them.
Accompanied by the sound of stepping through the snow
Repeated silence
In fact, there is nothing wrong with missing the process.
I don't have to worry about the road.
Don't look at a person's bewildered expression when he walks out of the station and goes home.
Yes, poor bird.
Last night's crying turned a deaf ear.
Put vague, ambiguous, simple and complicated
Shake everything off
Pockets are turned upside down.
Now, I am rolling my sleeves and looking at the snow on the slope.
Just looking at the snow.
8. People who pull cars into town to sell vegetables
However, I still saw you.
A person who drags a motorcycle into town to sell vegetables
Like a lonely ant, struggling on a pale paper.
The slope is stationary.
Higher than usual
One person's snow scene turned into another person's insignificant disaster.
This country is hunched over.
The wind from the depths of existence makes the road bumpy.
This is the sixth day of the new year.
The plain is empty.
I walked in with a person's breathing.
muddy
Like a cabbage, keep silent outside a car full of cabbages.
Modern poems describing ginkgo trees 2- 1
Wait until the ginkgo matures in the village
A person who is wrinkled with years.
Still strong and tall
Every knife mark, every axe mark
Full of snow, rain, wind and frost.
Graceful branches
Full of ancient legends
Shine in the sun
two
I wonder if it is a ginkgo feeding village.
Or did the village make ginkgo?
When I was a child, I always asked my grandfather.
In a word, in every leaf,
All recorded grandpa's childhood.
Even grandpa's grandfather's childhood.
Still hanging on the treetops.
three
According to grandma.
Ginkgo blossoms on New Year's Eve.
Like a flash in the pan
Those lucky enough to see will become immortal.
So every new year's eve
I always stay under the ginkgo tree.
Eyes staring unblinkingly.
Looking forward to flowers
Fantasize about being a fairy
Walk like the Monkey King.
Coming and going is a hundred and eight thousand miles.
four
A gentle March
On an ancient branch
Suddenly more.
A living life
That faint green fragrance
Soak in the evening smoke.
Filariasis in July
Ginkgo tree dancing
Thousands of banana fans
Put out the fire in the hearts of the villagers.
How many stars are there in a bright moon?
Adults with children
Reading together under the ginkgo tree
Those ancient legends
When the autumn wind strikes
A tree covered with golden butterflies
The whole village, men, women and children.
Dance together
Autumn insects are also in the heavy fruit fragrance.
Drunk awake
When Qionghua floats in the sky
Ginkgo trees can also be used.
Become a Guanyin bodhisattva
Meet snowflakes flying all over the sky
Dress yourself up as
A huge ice flower.
Freeze it in the children's lens.
Beautiful scenery
five
Like grandpa.
I hung my childhood on the treetops.
Run to the distance
Ginkgo trees are lonely.
Stand and wait
Just that year.
The children gathered from all directions.
Yinxingshuxia
Listen to my mother's stories about the past.