Foreign forest poems

1. Poems about forests In ancient times, there were few poems about forests, which were usually mountain scenery. There are many articles describing forests.

Mao Zedong: The qilv "Lushan Mountain" flies from a mountain to the edge of a big river, and leaps onto the lush 400 whirls. Xiangyang looks at the world coldly, and it is hot and windy. A floating yellow crane is sent in the ninth heaven, and white smoke rises under the waves. Ling Tao doesn't know where to go. Can I plow in the Peach Blossom Garden?

In Meng Haoran's Passing Old People's Village, we watched the green trees surrounding your village and the pale blue of distant mountains.

Lu You's "Tour Shanxi Village" is a village with heavy water and no suspicious roads.

How "Song Liu" jasper decorated trees, thousands of strands of moss tapestries hanging down.

Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" is bleak in the autumn wind, and Hongbo surges.

Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea" is full of trees and grass.

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After a spring rain, countless young plants spread their leaves in the sun, making the earth just out of winter full of vitality.

On the vast land, the endless green forest has become the most magnificent life landscape, which also makes the earth look particularly beautiful and affectionate in the infinite universe. In spring, the forest is brand-new and everything is revived, just like an arena of life, full of vitality and surging desire for life.

In summer, the forest is dense and noisy, and life grows uncontrollably under the urging of high temperature. Creation and dedication constitute the main theme of summer forest.

The forest in autumn is full of poetry. It is a bumper harvest forest, a touching and intoxicating forest. This is a colorful art forest.

It's quiet in winter, and the forest seems to be sleeping this winter. However, we never thought that trees and trees would form the simplest pattern in front of us through silent dialogue.

There are remnants of snow on the branches, which are heavy and crystal clear. It seems that as soon as I raise my hand, I will fall one after another. Ice is hung on the crisp branches, which is a gift to the forest in winter.

Thousands of stout trees plunge into mountain crevices, break rocks and create soil, that is, open up homes for life dependent on soil; The forest is sheltered from the wind and rain by dense branches and leaves, creating a suitable living space for all life entering the forest. The tune of "The Whistler in the Forest" is an elongated equal sign. The red and white flags in their hands command the fallen trees. The forest groaned and lined up behind the equal sign. The known answers are horizontal or vertical. Watch out for that heavy car. "Sixteen-year-old voice with a phone at one end and a cable at the other. This is a day without season. When the days are sown, they grow into bacteria and grow into slender acacia grass under the bed. Foxes who escape from the series always draw malicious symbols on the track. Those footsteps outside the forest are separated by mountains, and the restless life is indifferent. Without Cinderella's fairy tale belief, the sun is a legend of the times. Light and red are totem badges, so we guard every day with young faith, with bonfires, with silent flying snow, with mountains, mountains and moons, with the silhouette of youth, with the wind of October, and with a long, beating, ignorant hair at noon, becoming a thorny coriaria, but the stars in the sky are cold and full of brilliant arrogance. A woodcutter died, the sun hid and fled, and the wind ran down the mountain with the last sound, er-watch it again. In the joke a minute ago, you said that the steamed bread with ilium teeth was the reason why the thin wife who came to visit relatives didn't sleep last night, but the rush of time was like the collapse of the Millennium treetops. That's not a full moon. Why didn't you keep the promise made in 15? You said that the two-year-old baby and your ugly daughter-in-law in your hometown in eastern Sichuan are waiting for you to bring back the cotton-padded jacket for the New Year. Your thick lips used to be a happy home for a group of single men. Last night, you were still talking about your new apprentice, seventeen or eighteen, still thinking about the forest.

At that time, acacia turned into black soil, carved itself into a mountain rose, smiled casually, watched the tiptoe of the wind dance, slipped over the cliff and fell into silence ... The disappearing forest only gave birth to weathered memories. Creeping axe saw cold, laughed at with yellow, dismembered his body, and his teeth were bitten, and his brilliant life was missing.

Occasionally, I looked up and stared at the last snowflake in the sky, turned into tears and fled into Halley's comet. The ancestors of mushrooms declared the mushroom tribe extinct, the bones of the doe and the male leopard became eternal, and civilization became sword of vengeance. Its fierceness and enthusiasm are endowed by ancient westerners.

The eagle's feathers were shattered, and the sun's blood flowed all over the mountains and plains. Only the last painter on the earth stretches his black figure and easel in the orange of the earth, waiting for hundreds of millions of years of unknown mature thinking and writing the origin of life for the second time.

3. Poems describing the forest The poems describing the forest are:

1. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

2. Birds sing in the shade, deer and cypress.

3. Jet Sese, Su Hui, Emerald Cotton Forest

It's so light that no one can hear it except my partner, Mingyue.

5. Clear water and clear stones can be counted straight, and there are no birds in the forest.

1. Forest is an area with high density of trees. These plant communities cover a large area of the world and play an important role in reducing carbon dioxide, animal communities, hydrological turbulence regulation and soil consolidation, which is one of the most important aspects of the earth's biosphere. Forests include arbor forests and bamboo forests. Forest is a surface biological community mainly composed of trees. It is rich in variety, complex in structure and diverse in functions.

2. The full text of the above poem is as follows:

(1) Enter Ji Wang in Zoigesi.

What's average? Empty water. The afterglow of the sunset rises from the distant mountains, and the sun shines on the winding water. The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual. This place has given me a hermit's heart. I'm tired of my official career but I'm not retired and sad.

(2) The land journey of "Mountain Living Rhyme"

Birds are singing in the shade of forests, deer and cypresses. Alas, I am a fool. My servants are chasing after meat and millet. Pity the kite's shoulder and cover it with shame. The difficulty is still in the mountains, and I want to raise my own livestock. Set foot on Xixi and build a house in the North Valley. The light is always hidden, and the jade touches the vulgar eyes.

(3) Cai Xiji, entitled "My Brother's Title on the Regime of Weinan Governors"

If you are at home, why bother to retreat? If you don't go abroad, you will be depressed.

Xuan cars come and go, and the name is clear. Sichuan will fish for jade, and the township pavilion will sprinkle gold.

Su Hui spouts wrasse, emerald cotton forest. I used to be obsessed with poetry and calligraphy and would rather work hard.

My brother, Xu, wasted his way to find each other. Celebrate old clothes in the morning and relax at night.

The article praised the beautiful scenery in the distance, which added to the admiration. I'm looking forward to it. I won't be able to live in Lu Chen tomorrow.

(4) Zhu Wangwei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

(5) Su Shi visited two monks, Qin Hui, in a lonely mountain in Lari.

It will snow, the clouds will fill the lake, the towers will be bright, and the mountains will be gone. There are plenty of stone fish in the water, but there are no birds in the forest. I really entertain myself when I don't return to my wife and children in the twelfth lunar month. Where do Taoist priests live? Pandong Baoyun Mountain Road. Who wants to live in a lonely mountain? Taoist priests are not alone on their mountains. Paper window bamboo building is deep and warm, sitting and lying brown. In cold weather, I don't worry about my servant at all, so I have to drive home and can't leave. Out of the mountain, looking back at the cloud shadow tree, I saw the floating picture of wild storks. I was so happy when I was swimming, and I felt like a dream when I got home. It is difficult to copy a poem after it is lost.

4. Poetry about the forest If poetry is lightning that tears the sky in the forest, how can it be swallowed up by squinting, curled up with an angry body, my thoughts escaped from ignorant worship, and the floating dust in the air choked my throat. Freedom is an extremely perfect sacrifice. If poetry is a forest, I would rather put away my greedy feet. The footsteps in the middle of the muddy world are covered with gray mud, and I can't stand the dying nerve center that is cracked by too many sunspots. There is no new information input. If poetry is a forest, I would like to be a small green bristlegrass, and the leaves fall and grow outside the forest landscape. As I firmly believe, I will pick up the colorful shell with words and let Qingqing burn in the fire without regret. If poetry is all the light I want to shoot into the forest, please purify that hypocritical face that worships good or evil, please don't smear the symbol marked with civilization, and don't use the hand that sticks out from hell or heaven. Clowns who hold high the so-called pen of art and are painted with political paint, please put away the forest of coquettish poems, which is full of cuckoo spirits. Do you know which newly added paulownia oak is a flame beating in the dark? Author: Shu Ting, if I love you-/I will never learn to climb,/I will show off myself with your tall branches; /If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for green leaves; /It's not just like a fountain/It brings years of coolness and comfort; /It's not just like a dangerous peak,/It increases your height and sets off your dignity.

/Even if it's sunshine/even if it's spring rain/No, it's not enough/I must be a kapok beside you,/standing with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds.

/Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other,/But no one understands our words/You have your copper branch and iron shaft,/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/Like a heavy sigh,/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave; /We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but dependent for life. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. Comment on Shu Ting's poems, which are novel in conception and lyrical; Exquisite language and distinctive personal style.

To the Oak Tree is a beautiful and profound lyric poem of hers. The love it expresses is not only pure and hot, but also noble and great.

It is like an old and fresh song, which touches people's heartstrings. The poet takes the oak tree as the object, expressing the passion, sincerity and firmness of love.

The oak tree in the poem is not a concrete object, but an ideal lover symbol of the poet. Therefore, this poem, to some extent, does not simply pour out one's passionate love, but expresses one's ideals and beliefs about love. It is expressed through a kind and concrete image, which is quite meaningful to the ancients.

First of all, the oak tree is tall, charming, deep and rich in connotation-"high branches" and "shade" are one meaning, and the method of setting off is adopted here. Poets don't want the love of vassals, nor do they want to be a smug flower attached to the high branches of oak trees.

Poets don't want to give love, to be a bird that sings for the shade all day, to be a fountain of wishful thinking, and to be a mountain that blindly supports the oak tree. The poet doesn't want to lose himself in such love.

Love needs to be based on equality of personality, independence of personality, mutual respect and admiration, and mutual affinity. What the poet wants is the kind of love that two people stand shoulder to shoulder and share weal and woe.

The poet compares himself to a kapok, a kapok standing side by side with an oak tree. The roots and leaves of these two trees are closely connected.

The poet's persistence in love is no less than the ancients' "I would like to be a lovebird in the sky, and I would like to live together on the ground, with two branches in one tree." . Oak and kapok stand quietly and firmly. When the wind blows, swaying branches and leaves greet each other and they are connected.

That is the language of their world, their inner harmony and silent understanding. Two people are guarding it like this, two determined trees, two fresh lives and two noble hearts.

A brave guard, every branch is always ready to stop attacks from the outside world and defend the world of two people; One is a passionate life, with red flowers, willing to cheer for him and light up his future when he is struggling. They share the threat of difficulties and the test of setbacks; Similarly, they enjoy the splendor of life and the magnificence of nature.

What poets want is such great love, the same greatness and nobility, the same thoughts and soul, rooted in the same foundation, sharing weal and woe, and being dependent on each other in cold and warm. Poetry expresses the poet's ideal view of love with novel and magnificent images and appropriate metaphors.

The metaphor and peculiar image combination in the poem represented the new form of poetry at that time, which was of groundbreaking significance. In addition, although novel images are used in poetry, the language of poetry is not obscure, but colloquial, with fresh aura and subtle hints in novelty, giving people unlimited imagination.

Sanmao, an olive tree, don't ask me where I come from, why my hometown is wandering in the distance, why I am wandering in the distance, why I am wandering in the distance, why birds are flying in the sky, why I am wandering in the mountains, why I am wandering in the vast grassland, and why I dream of olive trees.

5. Poems about foreign countries: Hello: 1. Clouds and wet clothes are close to you, and the sound of spring water makes you sleepy, and you feel the stream approaching. The lonely moon rides the sky, and the hungry apes crow the mountains. Appreciation: Written by Emperor Xie E (786-842) (reigned 809-823). He is obsessed with Chinese studies and poetry. Very rare. 2. Toyotomi Hideyoshi's self-singing is like sunrise, which comes and goes in a hurry. Osaka is magnificent and dreamy. (Toyotomi Hideyoshi was written by Ji Xiuji. This poem was sung before he died. The sound of the loom stopped abruptly for three nights, and the bright moon in front of the window was like autumn water. Mother wanted to ask, but she lowered her eyebrows. The soul is homesick for thousands of miles. Attached to the original poem: Mom, how can I bear to knit? My heart is full of love for that person. Tagore's English poems have dug an insurmountable gap between you and the person who loves you with a cold heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root but cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but the stars that look at each other but don't meet each other. The trajectory between the stars is that even if the trajectory meets, there is nowhere to look for it in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky and the other in the sea. It's not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that I love you so much that I can't say that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that we love each other but we can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not when we love each other but pretend not to care at all, even when we know that love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between two trees, but even if the branches of two trees grow together, The furthest distance in the world is not that you love each other but can't meet each other, but that two stars watch each other but can't meet each other. The farthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to find after the two tracks meet, but that you are doomed not to be together without meeting. The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds. When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire. Please take down this book and read it slowly and dream of you. How many people love your joyful and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face. Bend down by the burning fireplace, whisper with sadness, how love dies, pace on the mountains overhead, and hide your face among the stars. When you are old and sleepy and dozing off by the fire, please write a poem. I remember you once had a pair of gentle eyes with a few shadows in the corner of your eyes. How many people loved you when you were young and beautiful? True or false love your beauty, but only one person loves the holiness of your soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Looking back at the red stove, I tell you sadly how love slipped away, ran to the mountain above, and then hid her face in the stars. At the foot of Bumble Mountain, Ye Zhi 6 lies at the bare foot of Bumble Mountain, and Ye Zhi lies in the middle of Lifu Cemetery in Lamke. An ancestor used to be the principal there. Many years ago, there was a church nearby, on the roadside, an ancient cross, no marble plaque, no rhetoric. On the limestone collected nearby, according to his instructions, these words are engraved: throw away the cold eyes of life and death, knight, go forward bravely! (The last sentence is very famous. ) Tagore's I only have a few words that I'm not sure are poems. Hehe, you are alone in the boundless loneliness of your soul. A quiet and lonely girl is a lonely lotus, blooming in the branches of love. I once loved you, Pushkin. I once loved you: love may not be completely dead in my heart; I hope I won't bother you again, and I don't want to make you sad again. I used to love you silently and hopelessly, enduring shyness and jealousy; I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. God bless you, and the other one will love you as much as I do.

6. What are the poems describing the forest? 1, the mountain wind blows the empty forest, like someone whispering.

Walking in the Late Autumn of the Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

The tired horse was sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun had set on the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest.

It is raining cold in the boundless sky, and there is no dust on the bluestone road. Tens of millions of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and all the voices are sad in this bleak morning.

The chi was barking last night, and Hui had already begun to wither. Besides, a stranger who travels far away will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.

Explanation:

Tired horses are sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun has fallen to the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blew into the open forest, and the leaves rustled as if someone had entered the forest. Cold rain began to fall in the boundless sky, and there was no dust on the bluestone pavement.

Thousands of thoughts come to mind in this dusk, and the voices of all things lament in the bleak morning. The thrush was still singing last night, and the grass had begun to wither. Besides, as a stranger from afar, I will naturally have a lot of hardships and bitterness.

2. The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is sad and blue.

Bodhisattva Man Lin Ping Mo Yan Ruzhi Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. When the color enters a tall building, someone upstairs is worried.

The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly quickly. Where is the return trip? Long pavilion with short pavilion. (Even a short pavilion: a shorter pavilion)

Explanation:

In the distance, the twilight smoke over the forest is shrouded in mist, still a sad green and blue. Night pervades the boudoir, and some people are alone upstairs. On the jade steps, looking at the sky stands. The homing bird flew away at the urging of homing. Where is my return trip? Only the long pavilion on the road is connected with the short pavilion.

3. Fenglin is red, smoky and blue, and full of gulls.

Youth Tour Lin Fenghong Evening Smoke Blue Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

The maple forest is red and green, and the guests are full of gulls. In the past 20 years, homeless people have planted bamboo, and bamboo is still named after bamboo.

The spring breeze hasn't arrived yet, and the autumn wind has come. I only wrote my life as a song.

Explanation:

Maple is red and smoke is green at dusk. Every day, we are faced with the gulls in Tingzhou, a water town that lives and works in peace and contentment, full of exile and sadness everywhere. I love bamboo, and I have been wandering for 20 years, borrowing the name of bamboo. The spring breeze has not yet blown out, the autumn wind has arrived, I am old, and I despise all dust. I just made my life experience into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.

4. Smoke fills the forest, the mountains are far away, and the bells and drums ring at dusk.

Tianxiang Luo Yanheng Lin Song Dynasty: He Zhu

Cooking smoke fills the forest, distant mountains sink, and bells and drums ring at dusk. Candles reflect the curtain, flies remind the machine, and * * * bitter cold autumn wind dew. Sleepless thinking about women, Qi Heying, and several anvil pestles. Disturbing the world's tired officials, life is old.

In those days, drunkards were conceited, called Dong Jun, and paid in spring. Wandering in the north road, visiting Nanpu, I hate no one to talk to. Lai Yue Ming, who once knew this old place. If you follow the clouds, you will leave in your dreams.

Explanation:

Smoke enveloped the Woods, the sunset fell into the distant mountains, and the bells and drums sounded intermittently in the evening. Candlelight shining on the window seems to remind us that everyone hates the dew in the clear autumn. Those poor homesick women who can't sleep send an anvil in the wind and insects. The sound alarmed the tired travelers wandering around the world, only to find that it was the end of another year.

I used to be conceited because of drunkenness, thinking that the god of spring had paid for the beauty of March. Unexpectedly, I wandered around North Road all the year round, sometimes leaving Nanpu by boat, and no one poured out my deep thoughts. Rely on the bright moon to know where she went in the past, bring her to me and send her there.

The leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.

On the Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.

Explanation:

It is very sad that there are birds hovering on the river with clear water and white sand. Endless trees are rustling leaves, and endless Yangtze River is rolling in. Sad to autumn, I feel that Wan Li has been wandering all the year round and has been sick all his life. Today, he is alone on the high platform. After a lot of hardships, white hair is full of temples, and the cup is hanging.

7. Ancient poems about forests. Faming Lin Xinpu —— Lin Xinpu sends his friends away from the wind

Clouds and Fogs in the Woods —— Drinking Alone in Beishan to Send to Liu Wei

. Forest smoke accumulates horizontally —— "Send a thousand ministers early after Kirin"

Returning to the forest after success-Sima Song, the king of farewell.

. Seeing Fujian in Lindong —— Farewell to the Monks in Tolin Temple

Forests and valleys have been lost for a long time-"Farewell to Mountain Watchers and Return to Bushan"

Temporary new Linpu-"Send friends to visit Humei Lake"

Deep forest is well known, except for my comrade-in-arms Mingyue.

Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.

Several trees are separated by water. -"Qinghe Sand"

. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird-"It's difficult to get through the Shu Road"

A fallen flower is a disgrace to the forest —— The White-headed Song

Poor Confucianism and Waves for the Whole People: A Youth's Journey (this poem "Yan Jiao" is a forgery).

The new warbler flies around the forest garden —— Listen to Yichun Garden and listen to songs at the beginning of willow color in Longchi

10,000 Ligustrum lucidum-17 Qiupu

Deep Woods, Miscellaneous Trees and Empty Cotton —— Landscape Song of Zhao Yan Shaofu Powder Map in Dangtu

Although the Northland Praises the Gardens —— Ten Poems of the Emperor's Westward Journey to Nanjing

The forest color in front of the chest-"Yin Mingzuo, Qiu Ge Five Clouds"

Returning to the forest in vain —— A letter to Xue Pai

. Brush clothes and go back to the forest-"Give me some children"

To Lin —— To Assistant Minister Cui

Throwing a blade at the mulberry forest-a message to Sun Yixing's The Dragon Slayer.

Returning from the Forest and Abandoning the White Wall —— The Gift of Seventeen Weapons

Living in an English forest, a hissing pedestrian goes to the waves-Yan Shu

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

The orioles in the Woods stopped crying, but came to the pond covered with grass alone to listen to the frogs.

Singing High Songs and Vibrating Trees —— Talking from Uncle Dangtu's Sacrifice to Yang Bing

But I feel quiet in the clouds-one moonlit night, Jiang Xing sent a short message to Mr. Cui Waizong.

New Linpu in Ming Dynasty —— New Linpu keeps friends away from the wind.

Dusk in the Woods —— "Drinking alone in Beishan to Liu Wei"

Forest smoke accumulates horizontally —— "Send a thousand ministers early after Kirin"

Returning to the Old Forest after Success —— Sima Song in Farewell to the King

Seeing Fujian off in Lindong —— Farewell to monks in Tuolin Temple

Long-lost forests and valleys-bid farewell to mountain watchers and return to Bushan.

Temporary New Linpu-Send Friends to Humei Lake

Several trees are separated by water. -"Qinghe Sand"

The male bird runs smoothly and follows the female bird-"it's difficult to get through the road"

Falling Flowers Is the Shame of the Forest —— Poem of the White Head

Poor Confucianism and the Wandering of the Whole People —— The Journey of a Youth (this poem is a fake);

The new warbler flies around the garden —— "Liu Se Chu in Longchi sends a message to Yichun Garden"

Seventeen pieces of Ligustrum lucidum in Chiba-Qiupu

Deep Woods, Miscellaneous Trees and Empty Cotton —— Landscape Song of Zhao Yan Shaofu Powder Map in Dangtu

Although Northland Praises Gardens —— Ten Poems of Emperor's Westward Journey to Nanjing

The color of the forest on the chest-"Reward Yin Mingzuo and give five clouds to Qiu Ge"

Returning to the Old Forest in Virtual Behavior —— A Letter to Xue Pai

Brush your clothes and go back to the forest-a gift for several children

To Lin —— To Assistant Minister Cui

Throwing a Sword at Mulberry Forest —— A Message from Sun Yixing's The Dragon Slayer

Returning to the forest and abandoning the white wall-17 flashes of weapons

Xing Shan Dumu

In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.