2. poem about dove tree
poem about dove flower 1. there is a poem called "dove tree dove flower", it is from the late nineties of the "elementary school students world
Dear dove
Please tell me
How far away are you
The spring is spreading your wings again
But I don't know
How far away are you
The silence is the cicada's song that falls into the autumn water
The silence is the cicada's song that falls into the autumn water
The silence is the cicada's song that falls into the autumn water
But I don't know
How far you are from me
Silence is the cicada's song that falls into the autumn water
It's like music
My patience is sunny and serene
But once and for all
I'm lifting the snow into the air
At this moment, you should be running to me with your train in your hands
The cooking smoke from the houses at mid-level has risen
The smoke from the houses is already rising. The smoke from the cooking fires has risen
I lit a silver lamp in the dusk
But I wonder
how far you are from me
In the soft light of the evening clouds
the peace
Allow me to stay at the edge of the forest
Waiting for a maiden dressed in white to fly away from your branches
2. Hello everyone, a question, there is a poem called "dove tree dove flower", is from the nineties
Is it this one? Whose nursery rhymes are still fluttering in the street, whose paper kites are still looking for direction, whose willow buds are still lingering between their fingers, whose straw hats are still swaying at the tips of the branches, whose thoughts are still looking over the bridge, whose tears are still pretending to be strong, whose faith is still echoing in their ears, and whose paradise is still praying in a faraway land.
Yellowed photos of a whole disappeared era, I would like to go to know a general idea about the flavor that filled the air at that time. I still guess, is not the smell of fresh lemongrass? And what color should be used to narrate it? Brew a cup of hot coffee, a small sip, a gray feeling suddenly came to mind.
Whose village was burned by the war, whose cries were accompanied by wailing, whose eyes overflowed with tears of anger, who stood firm in his home town in the midst of the war, who risked his life to stop in the sands of the gunfire and bullets, who stood in front of the enemy and never fell, who watered the soil with blood, whose palms were branded with tears into wounds, the doves across the sky, the village of the cooking smoke, the restoration of the tranquility, but can not go back! The once, the figure under the sycamore tree, still waiting for the promise of triumph.
I gently caressed these photos, reliving the era that belonged to them. Hair has been white, the oath does not change.
The wrinkled face, once how the summer flowers like splendor, the war, ah, plundered their land, disturbed their happiness, took away their young life. What is left behind, old and wounded heart.
Carved in the heart of 1941.
3. Poems about the great acacia tree and hawthorn tree
Sycamore tree Fagus tree Oleander tree Acanthopanax tree Iron tree Date tree
Datong tree Pepper tree Hawthorn tree Mule tree Acanthopanax tree
Sour date tree Tsubaki tree (white/mixed} Rowan tree Pomegranate tree Persimmon tree
Soapnut tree Ginkgo tree Metasequoia tree Acacia tree Mulberry tree Apricot tree Cherry tree
Grape tree, dove tree , Cottonwood, Java cottonwood, Bauhinia, Sheepsbane, Rain tree, Acacia, Dragon's tooth flower, Magnolia, Sutherland, Brandywine Pine Tree Cherry Tree Maple Tree Poplar Apple Tree Rubber Tree
Bodhi Tree, Suttle Tree, Banyan Tree, Cottonwood Tree, Sour Bean Tree, Coconut Tree, Phoenix Tree
Pine Tree, Willow Tree, Cypress Tree, Poplar, Bellflower, Banyan Tree, Walnut, Laurel, Sophora, Orange Tree, Tangerine Tree, Peach Tree, Pear tree, plum tree, loquat tree, longan tree, palm tree, chestnut tree, olive tree, lemon tree,
4. What is the beautiful legend about dove
Legend has it that Baoxing has a toast, there is only one daughter, named dove.
And a peasant boy named Hong Tong fell in love. White Dove broke a jasper hairpin into two, a section of the gift Gongtong, a section of his own, in order to show that the life.
But the father did not allow, in order to cut off the daughter's thoughts, they sent people in the mountains to kill Gongtong. After the dove learned, light clothing, fleeing from home, to find the dove was harmed, crying to death.
Suddenly, in front of the dove grew a small tree in the shape of a jasper hairpin, and in a few moments, grew into a large tree with many leaves. The dove knew that the dove into, then stretched out his arms to the tree, suddenly, into millions of dove-shaped, white and beautiful flowers hanging all over the branches.
There is also a legend that the family lives in the mountains under the Tusi Daughter Zhuo Ma will be selected to Tibet Potala Palace and the son of the chief there married, in the morning of the day she went out to get married, she feeds the name of a "snow dove" pigeons, suddenly flew to her side with her with the journey. In the Potala Palace days and nights, Zhuo Ma is very homesick, three years later, one day, she wrote a letter to the snow pigeon for her to send.
The snow dove will take a group of pigeons set off to fly away to the north of Sichuan, across thousands of mountains, finally in a cold night flew to Zhuo Ma's hometown of Jiejinshan Mountain, because after a long flight, it is very tired, they stopped in the dove tree, immediately, all frozen in the branches, into a beautiful white dove flower, nodding their heads, and greeted the former to come to visit the people. The first time I saw this, it was a very good idea to have a good time.
5. dove flower which legend
1, in a long time ago, the legend of the town of Wang Jia Si Li slope has a monarch, there is only an only daughter, named Princess Dove, love as the pearl in the palm of your hand.
The princess has a surprising taste, do not love gold, silver, jade, and not married to the princes and ministers, but is very fond of riding and shooting, the pursuit of a kind of manhood. One day, the princess was hunting in the forest, was a vicious python dead entangled.
At the critical moment, a young hunter named dove, with a knife to cut off the python, to take back the life of the princess. The princess admired the young hunter's resourcefulness and bravery.
The two fell in love at first sight and swore an oath. The princess took off the jade hairpin on her head and pouted it off from the center, each holding half of it as a token. The princess went back to the palace, told his father, asked his father dove engagement.
But found it was his father firmly against, overnight he sent his bodyguard dove died in the mountains. Crying his eyes out, Princess Dove learns of it.
On a stormy night, she undressed the luxurious palace, wearing a white dress, stumbled over the walls of the closed temple, where dove died, and cried out. Have been crying tears turned into blood, red-white plains accessories.
Suddenly, thunder, rain, a small tree breaks the ground, like jade upright female half, in an instant, grow into a big tree. Princess feeling is not the tree's flapping arms.
At present, the rain stopped, thunder's breath, can not hear the crying, I saw countless white flowers filled with branches, the shape of the flowers is like a lively and lovely little dove, fragrant and beautiful, people can not help but think of the dove princess and young dove poignant love story. Later, people called this tree dove, commemorating the constant nature of the lover.
2, the legend towards the lower bay of the mountain Paoping village temple, the Han Dynasty and Hungarian slavery, Khan married. When she filled the distant early that morning, she fed pigeons called friends, suddenly flew to her and traveled with her.
In the big day and night, Miss Zhao Xiang. One day she wrote a letter and the pigeon sent it to her.
White confidant doves and a flock of pigeons flew to the south, in the mountains, on a cold night flying to Zhaojun's hometown Chaoshan, because after a long flight, they were very tired, and stopped at the dove tree, immediately, the whole frozen in the branches of the tree, turning into a beautiful white dove flower, constantly nodding their heads, greeting people to visit. 3, in sichuan daliangshan district, yi people say dove tree is a sip and jue what changed, according to legend, a long time ago, liangshan dragon head of the mountain side living in a name to collect a sip of the girl, very handsome, a sip of the girl's dexterity, and special love of labor.
At the foot of Liangshan Mountain, there is a young man named Jue what, Jue what strong body, plowing and hunting. They have lived together since childhood, grazing sheep during the day, watching the white clouds on the green grass, and counting the stars in the night sky at night, y in love with each other.
Later, their love was known to the slave masters, and they beat the a quack to the skin, told her to push the mill for the slave masters day and night, and suffered a lot of torture. She was then sold to an old slave owner in his sixties.
A sip does not eat or drink, the gold and silver jewelry thrown on the ground, flower dress colorful clothes are torn into pieces. And Jue啥得知奴隶主把阿呷卖掉消息之后，他走遍凉山四处打听，终于打听到阿呷的下落，凭着他的勇敢与智慧，把阿呷救了出来，趁黑夜逃到原始森林深处，从此过上了美满的生活。
However, in the end, the slavers still found them, and surrounded them, they resisted with their lives, but how could it be the old slavers, so A Quam and Jue What said ignited the house, which instantly became a sea of flames, and the two held hands and walked into the flames. The abominable slave owner also threw their bodies on both sides of the Meigu River.
After many years, in this place, grew a tall and big tree, from the A quack and Jue what buried place flew a group of pigeons, dove on the size of the Liangshan Mountain in the prosperous extension to date.
6. My hometown Fanjing Mountain Poetry Appreciation
Talking about poetry, must say Li Du, on the mountains, must be cited in the five mountains, and how many people know that, in addition to the five mountains, there are other high
Mountains, if each mountain is a poet, my hometown of Fanjingshan, can be said to be a group of mountains in the Li Taibai. As we all
know, Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty once called "the Zong of the famous Yue"
Asked the world, which mountain has his general majestic,
strange and weird, elegant and bold, rhyme and charm, the four flavors, dissolved into one
Fanjing Mountain is the main peak of the Wuling Mountains, a square area of 800 miles, the steep walls of the mountain, and the mountain is the most beautiful and beautiful. Eight hundred miles, steep walls, lofty peaks, the mountains if the angry waves,
like horses galloping, look at the vast undulating mountains like some drunken old man, leaning tightly, sleeping,
I do not know how many tens of millions of years, from no one to wake up their dreams, on the landscape of the Fanjing, have to talk about the mountains in the mushroom
mushroom stone, the wall of the ten thousand scrolls on the book, the red clouds of gold, the magic of the clouds, the red clouds, the golden top, the red clouds, the red clouds, the golden top, the red clouds, the red clouds, the red clouds, the red clouds, the red clouds of gold. The red clouds of the golden dome, the magical and magnificent Buddha's light in Fanjing, the Tianxian Bridge, the Mushroom Stone, the Mushroom and the Mushroom Pavilion, and so on.
Mushroom stone is a symbol of Fanjing Mountain, the top heavy down light form is always a cause for concern, but it has stood for millions of years still
posture flying, wind and thunder Mo move. Ten thousand volumes of books, wind erosion and rain erosion made, the huge stone was carved into a layer of stone pile
stack of stacks of mold, cliffs such as chipping, falling stone thousands of layers, such as the type of ten thousand volumes of Tibetan books. The new gold dome straight into the dome of the sky, standing alone, from
the foot of the mountain to the top of the eight thousand steps, no perseverance is not up, and the "difficult road to Shu" in the "ape brisk and brisk want to degree
sad climbing aid" compared, there is no better. The Golden Dome is divided into two, the center is the Golden Dagger Gorge, the two peaks look at each other for thousands of years,
do not quarrel with each other, **** enjoy the fireworks of the world. In the golden top above the construction of two temples, Shijiaju left, Maitreya to the right, such as
You look at the mountains above, layers of forests stacked mountains outside the mountains, those who did not have time to disperse the fog like light silk wrapped
around its waist, the mountain climate change in a million, and sometimes eyeballs, and sometimes the fog and rain fall, transformed between the change out of the Buddha's shadow,
as if there is a light, looking up to the rooftop, the peaks of the mountain Cloudy, like a colorful belt from the clouds down, tourists like a small
white dots, stars scattered in the colorful belt, Tianxian Bridge, connecting the two temples of the Golden Dome, spanning the Golden Dagger Gorge, the danger of the terrain
To, Fanjing Mountain scenery is different, as if heavenly craftsmanship.
The area of Fanjing Mountain has eighty-one streams meandering between the mountains, dynamic and beautiful, it is with a crisp singing voice to
consolation to the tourists along the way, with a lively dance to accompany that nurtures the side of the hot land of spring and autumn. Some from the peak
down in the air, like a silver silk that never breaks, gurgling and singing; some along the ravine peaks and valleys, jade flowers
splash; some as quiet as the warmth of the child, for the silent flow? This stream makes the green and lush Fanjing Mountain
get inspired. Fanjing Mountain is a member of the UN's Global Network for People and Biological Gardens, and is best known for its Qianjin monkeys
and dove trees. The mountains are full of blooming azaleas, each flower is ethereal and subtle, picturesque, beautiful and
overwhelming; dove tree blossoms, a tree of flowers, such as pigeons perched on the branches of the flock spread their lovely wings, the mountain wind blowing, like a thousand
ten thousand pigeons dancing and dancing, fragrant and mellow;
"heavenly" purple violets, the green and upright, the wind blowing the trees, the purple violets, the green and the green. The green and upright, wind-blown tree shaking, with "summer green
cover the eyes, this flower red full of praise". The flowers of Fanjing Mountain are colorful in all seasons, like Tao Yuanming's "there are no trees,
the grass is fresh and beautiful, and the flowers are colorful". Perhaps these plants and animals are the real master of Fanjing Mountain, thousands of years
here endless, because of their existence, Fanjing Mountain has the flavor of the immortal mirror. Watching the lovely golden monkeys jumping happily in the forest
, the salamanders sounding like dolls swimming in the clear water; dove flowers shaped like pigeons opening on the mountain field in white
? They live in Fanjing Mountain happy, free and easy, with them, Fanjing Mountain is alive, is
a fireworks flavor, the breath of life of the immortal mountain.
The inhabitants of this place have very little contact with the outside world, and the remoteness of the region and the feudalism of the mind reflect the folk style of the people of this piece of land, which is rough, honest, enthusiastic, simple and simple, so that one can find a kind of intimate harmony between people and nature, and
appreciate a kind of rustic atmosphere full of primitive vitality, where the green mountains are surrounded by water and the climate is favorable, and for centuries they have been living here for generations.
They have been living and working here for generations, enjoying the pastoral interest and the beautiful scenery of this paradise.
Fanjing Mountain is really like Tao Yuanming wrote "Peach Blossom Garden" is a heaven on earth, is a paradise, if someone asked
I Peach Blossom Garden where the real birthplace
I will not hesitate to answer him: my hometown of Fanjing Mountain.
7. dove tree plant form
dove tree, belonging to the deciduous tree family, the name of the dove tree, belonging to the rare plants, leaf blade broadly ovate, in late spring and early summer when the flowering, the flower shape is peculiar, milky white bracts, pairs of long in the inflorescence at the base of the wings, just like the pigeon.
When in full bloom, it is like a number of doves roosting, very beautiful and spectacular. The dove bracts hold a bulbous head, formed by many male flowers embracing a beautiful female flower, the color of the flower is purplish-red, like a dove's head.
Peak season, like countless doves on behalf of peace perched on the branches of the trees, the breeze blowing, floral branches swaying, gesture moving. Dove tree flowers for white, like a white dove, so it is also called dove tree, dove tree's flowering period can be up to a month, in late spring and early summer, dove tree blossom, from budding to bloom and then to wither, colorful, this number of flowers, the first bloom, colorful, because of this special spectacle on the "tree of strange flowers" title. The name "One Tree Wonderful Flower".
Poem about dove tree 1. There is a poem called "dove tree dove flower", is from the late nineties, "the world of elementary school students
Dear dove
Please tell me
How far away you are from me
Spring is once again unfolding your wings
But I don't know
How far away you are from me
The dove tree is the most important part of the dove tree in the world, and it's not the only thing that I know about the dove tree.
The silence is the sound of cicadas falling into the waters of autumn
It's like music
My patience is sunny and serene
And yet, one at a time
I'm lifting the snow into the air
At this very moment, you should be running towards me with your skirts in your hands
Smoke from a house in the mid-hills has risen
I've set up a silver lantern in the lonesome dusk
But I don't know if it will work for you
You're not the only person I know.
But I don't know
How far you are from me
In the soft light of the evening clouds
That peace
Allow me to stay at the edge of the dense forest
Waiting for a maiden in white
Flying away from your branches
2. Poems about Cottonwood Tree
To the Oak Tree Shu Ting If I Love You --- / Never like the climbing campion, / Showing off by your high branches; / If I love you --- / Never like the infatuated birds, / Repeating monotonous songs for the green shade; / Nor more than like a spring / Sending cool consolation all the year round; / Nor more than like the perilous peaks, / Increasing your height, / Setting the tone for the green shade. To add to your height, / To set off your majesty. / Even the daylight / Even the spring rain / No, these are not enough / I must be a cottonwood near you, / Standing with you as the image of a tree. /Roots that hold each other in the ground, /leaves that touch each other in the clouds. /Every wind that blows, we greet each other, / But no one understands our words / You have your branches of brass and iron, / Like swords and halberds; / I have my red flowers, / Like heavy sighs, / Like valiant torches / We share the cold, the wind, the thunder and the lightning, / We enjoy the mist and the rain, / As if we were separated for ever, yet we cling to each other for life, / This is the greatness of love, / And herein lies the fidelity of love. Here / love / is not only love for your great body, / but also love for the position you hold, / the ground beneath your feet. Cottonwood trees are silent in the valley
Connecting me to March
Brewed into green rain
Dear, the chains of time are knotted with sorrow
Our simplicity has returned
A clear farewell to the cold stones on the riverbank
Slightly breathing unabashedly the cottonwoods along the cliffs
Cottonwood leaves with clear veins
The darkness is far away from the darkness. p>
Darkness laughs in the distance, imposing
Close walks the kapok into the once magnificent
When I am bleak, it sends green
Upright body, like a martyr
Hope the kapok tree blossoms as a whole
Strong flames, burn the filthy sky
Carry the green leaves in your arms and learn to love
Fill the vastness of your heart with distant scenery
Connect to the rain of the sky and nurture the earth
See the earth's colorful
Don't need a world-renowned love show
Just need to watch each other silently with you
Early in the morning, and return in the evening
3. p> ⒈ "absolute lines" Author: Du Fu.
Two yellow orioles are singing in the green willow,
A line of white herons in the blue sky.
The window contains a thousand snowy autumns,
The door is moored to the east of the Yangtze ten thousand miles.
⒉《Qiantang Lake Spring Walk》.
Pie "Spring Walk on Qiantang Lake".
The Lonely Mountain Temple is located in the north of Jia Ting Xi,
and the surface of the water is flat and the clouds are low.
The early warblers are fighting for the warmth of the trees,
and the new swallows are pecking at the mud in the spring.
The most important thing to remember is that it's not just the flowers, it's also the grass that's not as good as the horse's hooves.
I love the insufficient line east of the lake.
The green poplar is in the shade of the white sand embankment.
3. Spring Dawn (Meng Haoran)
Spring sleep does not realize the dawn,
everywhere heard the crowing birds.
The sound of wind and rain in the night,
how many flowers have fallen
Singing of Willow (He Zhizhang)
Jasper is made up into a tree,
and the green silk sash hangs down from ten thousand stripes.
I don't know who cuts the leaves,
but the spring breeze is like scissors in February.
Be careful of the rain on a spring night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows the time of the year,
when spring is happening.
The wind goes into the night,
and it is silent.
Select Qingming Festival (Du Mu)
The rain falls at Qingming Festival,
and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
Choose where to find a tavern,
and the shepherd boy will point to the village of apricot blossoms.
Borrowing in Late Spring
The grass knows that spring will not return soon,
there are a hundred red flowers and purple flowers.
The poplars and elms have no talent,
but the snow flies in the sky.
The early spring was a time when I was presenting Zhang XVIII of the Water Ministry
The rain was falling in the streets of the city, and the color of the grass could not be seen from afar.
It is the most favorable spring in the year,
and it is absolutely better than the willow.
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The swallows are flying in the mud,
and the mandarin ducks are sleeping in the sand.
Sneakers by the River (Du Fu)
The flowers of the Yellow Lady's house are all over the grove,
a thousand and ten thousand of them are on the lower branches of the tree.
The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crowing.
The butterflies are always dancing, and the warblers are always crowing.
4. Hello, I have a question, there is a poem called "dove tree dove flower", it is from the nineties
Is it this one? Whose nursery rhymes are still fluttering in the street, whose paper kites are still looking for direction, whose willow buds are still lingering between their fingers, whose straw hats are still swaying at the tips of the branches, whose thoughts are still looking over the bridge, whose tears are still pretending to be strong, whose faith is still echoing in their ears, and whose paradise is still praying in a faraway land.
Yellowed photos of a whole disappeared era, I would like to go to know a general idea about the flavor that filled the air at that time. I still guess, is not the smell of fresh lemongrass? And what color should be used to narrate it? Brew a cup of hot coffee, a small sip, a gray feeling suddenly came to mind.
Whose village was burned by the war, whose cries were accompanied by wailing, whose eyes overflowed with tears of anger, who stood firm in his home town in the midst of the war, who risked his life to stop in the sands of the gunfire and bullets, who stood in front of the enemy and never fell, who watered the soil with blood, whose palms were branded with tears into wounds, the doves across the sky, the village of the cooking smoke, the restoration of the tranquility, but can not go back! The once, the figure under the sycamore tree, still waiting for the promise of triumph.
I gently caressed these photos, reliving the era that belonged to them. Hair has been white, the oath does not change.
The wrinkled face, once how the summer flowers like splendor, the war, ah, plundered their land, disturbed their happiness, took away their young life. What is left behind, old and wounded heart.
Carved in the heart of the 1941.