Love poems with the forest.

Love poems describing the forest 1. Love words describing the forest

Words to describe love in the Woods:

Like-minded,

Take Qi Mei as an example,

The seas run dry and the rocks crumble,

At the end of time,

Unswervingly,

An oath of eternal love,

Love at first sight,

Perfect match,

Soul mate,

A perfect match made in heaven,

Devote oneself to love,

My beautiful lady,

Share joys and sorrows,

Until death do us part,

Like-minded,

Feel sorry for each other,

Respect each other as guests,

At arm's length,

There is a weakness,

Meet each other late,

Forever and ever,

Spend a full moon,

Fly with me,

As inseparable as paint,

Childhood friends,

Fall in love together,

Sauvignon blanc,

Harp, harp and chorus,

Love is stronger than gold,

Marty

2. Poems about forests

There are few poems describing forests in ancient times, and they are 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 you farm in Taohuayuan?

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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3. Poetry describing the forest

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.

I sat in a boat and played leisurely. The sky was reflected in the water, and the sky in the water swayed together. 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's "La Ri Gu Shan Visits Two Monks' Meeting Temple"

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. Poetry is desperate for death, and it is difficult to copy a clear scene if it is lost.

4. 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 sad.

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, and we urge the machine to clear the autumn wind and 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.

5. Poems about forests

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 and moons, with the silhouette of youth, with the wind of October, with a beating long hair that is ignorant at noon, and become 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 iliac 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.

6. 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 burnt and cracked by sunspots, and there is no fresh information input. Poetry is a forest. I would like to be a small green bristlegrass, whose leaves fall outside the forest scenery and grow again. As I firmly believe, picking up colorful shells with words will make turquoise burn in the fire without regrets. If poetry is all the light that the forest wants to penetrate, please purify that hypocritical face that worships goodness or evil, please stop smearing symbols marked with civilization, and don't raise the so-called artistic pen and smear it with political pigments. Please put away the forest of coquettish poems, which is full of cuckoo spirits. Do you know which oak tree's newly added paulownia is a beating flame 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 share fog and 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 share the splendor of life and the magnificence of nature.

What poets want is such great love, common greatness and nobility, resonance between thoughts and souls, the same origin, 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.

7. Poems about the forest

The small forest in the city turned green, and the humble life of ants and flying insects in my small forest came under the soil with spring. I heard the sound of earthworms crawling and knocked down the closed door of the soil with their soft heads. On the grass in the grove, I saw a group of goats waving their long beards and bleating a black goat, which shocked my youth and soul. When I retire at home, I will take my life savings to an unknown mountain forest. When I live in the mountains, I will sing to the accompaniment of rustling green leaves. When I am too old to sing, I will sit under a green tree and listen to the whispers of leaves. When I am too old to breathe, I will melt myself into the forest soil. When that day comes, I will become a part of the forest, a leaf on a branch, thinking about the forest.