What are the poems about the forest?

1. Poems about the forest

Poems about the forest 1. What are the poems that describe mountains and forests or life in the forest

1. Repeated mountains and rivers There is no way out, but there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright. ____ "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You

Translation: The mountains are overlapping and the water is twisting. I am worried that there is no way to go. Suddenly, another mountain village appears in front of me.

2. The oriole sings thousands of miles away, the green reflects the red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers in the water village are in the wind. ____Du Mu's "Spring in the South of the Yangtze River"

Translation The spring sceneries in the vast Qianli River south are picturesque, with singing and dancing swallows and green leaves against the bright red flowers.

3. The setting sun in the isolated village, the light smoke of jackdaws in the old trees, and the shadow of a flying dragon. ____Bai Pu's "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn"

Translation The sun gradually sets in the west, already holding the Western Mountains in its mouth, and the sunset glow on the horizon gradually begins to dissipate, leaving only a few dim colors, reflecting the distant scenery. The quiet village is so lonely, dragging out the long shadow. The fog was rising lightly, and a few black crows were perched on the rickety old trees. A wild goose flew down in the distance and crossed the sky.

4. The shepherd boy returns and crosses the cow's back, playing the piccolo without any tune. ____Lei Zhen's "Village Evening"

Translation: The little shepherd boy was riding on the back of the cow, slowly returning home; he was holding a piccolo and playing it casually, without a fixed tune.

5. Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. ____Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Friend's Village"

Translation Green woods surround the village, and green mountains lie outside the city.

6. The flute and drum follow the spring society, and the simple and ancient style of clothing remains. ____ "Visiting Shanxi Village" by Lu You

The day when the translator plays the flute and plays the drum in the Chunshe Society is approaching, and the ancient customs of the villagers' simple clothes are still preserved.

7. No one is lying on the cow's back at sunset, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos. ____Zhang Shunmin's "Village Dwelling·Bamboo Fences Surrounded by Water and Fields"

Translation As the sun sets, there is no shepherd boy riding on the back of the cow, only a pair of crows walking on the path back to the village.

8. The cries of children outside the door are still lingering, and the sunset in the mountain village is long and dreamy. ____Chen Yuyi's "Sending Someone Back to the Capital"

Outside the translator's door, the birds are chirping non-stop, and dreams are still lingering in the mountain village at sunset.

9. The frost grass is full of insects, and there are no people walking to the south of the village or to the north of the village. ____ "Village Night" by Bai Juyi

Translation In a field of gray-white autumn grass beaten by frost, small insects were whispering, and there were no pedestrians around the mountain village.

10. The grass in the isolated village is far away, and the apricot blossoms are flying in the setting sun. ____ Kou Zhun's "Jiangnan Spring·Miao Miao"

Translation The luxuriant grass spreads to the sky, and there are several thatched huts diagonally in the distance, and patches of apricot blossoms dance in the afterglow of the setting sun.

2. Poems describing the quiet paths in the forest

1. "Traveling to the Mountains in Lushan"

Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen

Suitable Feeling at home with the wild, thousands of mountains high and low again.

The beautiful peaks change everywhere, and the quiet paths are lonely and confusing.

When the frost falls, the bear rises up the tree, and the deer drinks from the stream in the empty forest.

Where are they? There was a sound of chicken outside the clouds.

2. "The people who passed the Husi Mountain in Zhongnan Mountain stayed and bought wine"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

At dusk from the bottom of the Bishan Mountain, the mountain moon follows people back home.

Looking at the path you came from, you can see the green and green scenery.

Together with the Tian family, childishness blossoms.

Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes.

Have a rest while chatting and drinking wine.

The long song sings in the pines and the wind, and the songs are all over the river and the stars are sparse.

I am drunk and you are happy again, and you are so happy that you forget your chance.

3. "Nian Nujiao·Broken Rainbow Jiyu"

Song Dynasty: Huang Tingjian

On August 17, I walked from Yong'an Tower with other students and passed Zhang Kuanfu Waiting for the moon in the garden.

Occasionally there is famous wine, because the guests are drunk with gold lotus. A guest was Sun Yanli, who was good at playing the flute.

Use the pen to compose long and short sentences in Yuefu style, without adding punctuation.

The broken rainbow and the falling rain clear the autumn sky, and the mountains are dyed with fresh green.

The osmanthus shadows are scattered, who can tell me that the brightness of this evening is not enough?

Thousands of miles of blue sky, where is Chang'e, riding this round of jade.

The cold light is scattered and scattered, but for whom does it shine brightly?

When I was young, I followed you on a journey. It was cool in the evening and you walked along the secluded path, surrounded by the lush trees in the garden.

***The golden lotus pours down, the family is thousands of miles away, it is rare to respect each other and belong to each other.

Throughout my life, I lived in the south and north of the Yangtze River, and my favorite music was the bagpipe.

Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frost bamboo.

4. "Two Poems on Begonias in My Hometown in Spring"

Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli

The begonias are blooming in my hometown today, and I dreamed of Jiangxi's brocade.

Everything is spring and people are old alone. After a year, Yan will return.

It is as green as the day, and the catkins fly back and forth when you want to fall.

If you don’t have that scenery, you can’t have a meal, so you can send poems to attract the Cuiqiong cup.

Bamboo-side pavilions and waterside pavilions, don’t let anyone follow you, just walk alone.

The wicker branches have no strength in the sudden warmth, and the shadows of the flowers are not clear in the clear sky.

After a rainy day, countless new birds came to the quiet path and heard their happy voices.

All I owe is the green gauze and red meat reflecting the red color, and two years of cold food will cost me my husband.

5 "Five Odes of Xun Gongyuan·Bitter Bamboo Bridge"

Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan

The dangerous bridge is a secluded path, winding through the sparse forest.

The bursting of flowers divides the bitter festivals, and the gentle and humble embrace.

Look down at the trickling stream and listen to the singing of Xiao Xiao.

On the smoky day under the lake, the mountain birds sing mockingly.

Forgive me that there is no need to use it, but there is more shade to live in.

3. What are the poems describing the forest?

1. The mountain wind blows through the forest, rustling as if there are people.

"Twilight Autumn Mountain Tour" Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen

A tired horse lies on Changban, and the sun sets over the river. The mountain breeze blows through the empty forest, rustling as if there are people.

Cangminji has cool rain, and there is no flying dust on the stone road. Thousands of thoughts gather at the twilight festival, and thousands of people feel sad.

The wormwood sounded last night, and the grasses have faded. As a traveler, it is naturally a lot of hardship.

Definition:

The tired horse was sleeping on the long hillside, and the sun had set on the water. The autumn wind in the mountains blows into the empty woods, and the leaves rustle, as if someone has entered the forest. Cold rain fell from the vast sky, and there was no dust on the bluestone road.

Thousands of thoughts appeared in my mind in this evening, and the voices of all things screamed in the bleak morning. The wormwood was still chirping last night, but the grass has begun to wither. What's more, as a foreigner traveling far away, I will naturally have a lot of hardships.

2. The plain forest is woven with smoke in the desert, and the cold mountains are sad and green.

"Bodhisattva Barbarian Pinglin Momo is like weaving smoke" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Pinglin Momo is like weaving smoke, and the Hanshan area is sad and green. It's dark when you enter a high-rise building, and there are people upstairs who are worried.

The jade steps stand in the air, and the birds return home in a hurry. Where is the return journey? The long pavilion is connected with the short pavilion. (Lian Duo Pavilion, one work: Geng Duo Pavilion)

Interpretation:

The dusk smoke above the stretching woods in the distance is shrouded in mist, and it is still a sad green color. The night filled the tall boudoir, and someone was worrying alone upstairs. On the jade steps, I stand waiting in vain. The bird returning to its nest flies, urged by its returning heart. Where is my return journey? I only saw long pavilions connected to short pavilions on the road.

3. The maple forest is red and the late smoke is blue, and the guests are full of gulls.

"Youth Tour·The maple forest is red and the smoke is blue in the evening" Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie

The maple forest is red and the smoke is blue in the evening, and the guests are full of thoughts. In the past twenty years, no one has grown bamboo, but they still borrow the name bamboo.

The spring breeze has not yet passed, but the autumn breeze has arrived, and everything is light with age. Just spend your whole life chanting and chanting leisurely, and compose it into a song.

Definition:

The maple forest is red and the smoke is green in the evening. Every day, I face the gulls who live in Tingzhou, a water town, and I am full of the melancholy of exile and wandering. I love bamboo by nature. I have been homeless and have no land to grow bamboo for 20 years, so I still borrow bamboo as my name. The spring breeze has not yet blown away, but the autumn wind has arrived. As I get older, I despise all earthly connections. I just chant my life's experiences on the idle water and compose them into the songs of boatmen and fishermen.

4. Smoke spreads across the forest, mountains sink and shine in the distance, and bells and drums ring in the dusk.

"Tianxiang·Smoke spreads across the forest" Song Dynasty: He Zhu

Smoke spreads across the forest, the mountains sink and shine in the distance, and the bells and drums meander at dusk. Candles are reflected on the curtains, crickets are urging the machine, and the bitter autumn wind and dew are blowing. Sleepless and longing for his wife, they all responded and sounded the anvil and pestle several times. Alarming the tired officials from the end of the world, the old age is going to twilight.

Back then, I was a drunkard and conceited, so I called Dongjun and paid him with spring.

Wandering on the North Road, visiting Qiang Nanpu, I felt resentful that no one would talk to me. Lai Mingyue, I once knew the old travel place. Good company comes in the clouds, and dreams will go away.

Definition:

The smoke enveloped the woods, the setting sun fell into the distant mountains, and the sound of bells and drums at dusk came intermittently. The candlelight illuminated the windows and crickets were buzzing, and everyone resented the autumn wind and dew. Those poor yearning women who couldn't sleep were sending the sound of anvils and pestles amidst the sound of wind and insects. This sound startled the tired travelers who were wandering around the world, only to realize that it was the end of the year again.

I remember that I used to be a drunkard and conceited, thinking that the God of Spring had given me the beauty of spring. Unexpectedly, I wandered around the North Road all year round, and sometimes left Nanpu on a levy boat. I had no one to talk to about my deep thoughts. I rely on Mingyue to know where Youye went in the past, and brought her to me and then to her.

5. The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in.

"Ascend the High" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The wind is strong and the apes high in the sky whistle in mourning, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugong. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in.

Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he has been sick for hundreds of years and only appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop.

Interpretation:

The wind is strong and the cries of apes are very sad. There are birds circling on the riverbank with clear water and white sand. The endless trees are rustling with fallen leaves, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling in. I feel sad about the autumn scenery, wandering thousands of miles and being a guest all year round. I have been plagued by illnesses throughout my life and now I am alone on the high platform. After going through hardships and bitterness, my hair has grown white on my temples, and my heart is full of decadence and I have stopped drinking wine to drink my sorrow.

4. Poems about the word "Lin"

Wang Ji

Whoever ripens the fruits in the courtyard first, and the flowers in the forest bloom last. Meeting with fellow villagers in Jingsi's hometown and asking questions

Liu Bin

The wind is miserable in the forest and the cold clouds on the river are melancholy. He Xu gave the matter and hurt the cow Shangshu

Poets in Eastern Zhejiang

There are many mountains and habitats where you can feel comfortable, but you can't find a place to camp in the forest. In the Dali New Year, Zhejiang East Couple collects couplets of tea banquets in the pine flower bed (the Yuan version does not include names and surnames under the couplets)

Jiaoran

The forest is dark and the flowers and smoke come in, and the pool is deep and the water is clear (Qin Qing ). Couplet of the Pavilion at the Back Pavilion of Han Wukang Chapter in Spring Meeting

The trees are sparse and the fields are wild, and the shore turns and the mountains move (Chapter). A couplet to send off the day

There is a party under the forest, but the mountains are lonely. In winter (one book has the word "Feng"), I sent it to Yan Yan's uncle in Fuzhou in the Ming Dynasty

Ding Ru

The mountains are deep and the day is lost, and the winter forest opens up to the sky. In the winter, I went to Jiulong River in Quan County to sing thirteen rhymes with the princes

Ma Jifu

The yellow chrysanthemums bloomed in the wild, and the white clouds lay in the forest. Qiu Qing passes by Li Sanshan Pond

Yuan Yourang

The fields are hidden and the masters are changing, and the woods and gardens are all deserted. Return to Wuxi

Yuan Zhen

Puyu is rugged, and the forest gardens are visited one after another. Rewarding Lotte for a leisurely trip to the West Lake in early spring. There is so much wild fun. I wish I could enjoy it with him. I am thinking about the trip to Yinjing Lake in Yueguan, which is an important matter. I am afraid that I will not have time to write the Eighteen Rhymes. I will send you the first part of Lotte when the time comes. I will also have a banquet at the Hunan Pavilion. Describing what I have seen so far, I will reward you with success. The last chapter also shows that I am sincere and sincere, but I have the potential to make it rough. It is a gift for Tianyang (written in the east of Zhejiang Province)

Ming Gong will have a question, and there is a turtle under the forest. . Reward Li Liu for seeing him after he was drunk and sending him a slogan (using the original rhyme)

Fang Qian

Don't ask if it will end, the matter in the forest is done. Send the Ten Rhymes of Wu Feng to the Mountains

Nothing

The flying silver and lightning are broken, and the forest reflects the white rainbow. Looking at the moon at the foot of Junshan Mountain on a Mid-Autumn Festival night

The mountain is bounded by the East and West Temples, and the evening bell of Linjiao. Post a title to Erlin Temple in Lushan Mountain

Wang Bo

The bright moon is in the forest and spring, and we share poetry and wine with old friends. Immortal Tour in Autumn is a gift to the Taoist priest

Wang Shiyi

The branches are still wet with dew, and the forest is flat with dawn smoke. The wind does not sing the strips

Wang Wei

The spring doves sing in the garden house, and the new willows in the forest are thin. Traveling to the south of Wei Qing City in Dali in the dark day, the four tones of Farewell Industry use six rhymes in sequence. The second one

Wangwan

The forest hills are sweet and lonely, but the imperfections, lowliness and bitterness are still there. On an autumn night, when I stayed in Zhizhi, I gave it to Xiao Linggong, Pei Shilang, and all my friends in the southern province of Tongjian.

Wang Jin

There was an empty house in the forest, at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. Touring Qinglong Temple with Wang Changling and Pei Di, I visited Brother Yuan Jihe on Tanbi Temple and Brother Wei

Wei Yingwu

When Lin Gaochu went up to the moon, the pond was deep and he had not yet turned the boat.

Accompanying Wang Qinglang on a trip to Nanchi

Baoji

Outside the mountains at dawn and heavy mist, the woods are in the bitter mist of spring. Fourteen rhymes sent to the servant in Hunan Province

Lu Lun

The wind is soft in the dense forest (one is knot), the rain is high in the mountains and the color is cold (one is qi). When meeting Hou Zhao of Guozhou, he went to Xunnanguan to say goodbye (the residence was temporarily suspended)

Tian Yunong's official asked, and Lin Fengyuan's officials were shocked. Talk to Taichang Wang Qing on the first day of autumn

The forest is fragrant and the rain is new, and the mountain temple is green and dust-free. Fenghe Li Yi visited Qiyan Temple

Lu Zhaolin

There are few people in Linhe, but the road is long. Chu (First Work) Summer Villa

Lu Zhao

Lin An suspected that the tiger had descended, and Jiang Kong wanted to have a cup. Inscribed on Ganlu Temple

Sikong Shu

Clouds rise from the mountains and the mountains are green, and the forests are filled with radish and grass. Passing through Zhongnan (one book has the word "mountain") Liu Chushi

The pond is connected to the sky and the spring is green, and the forest is connected to the red fruit. Fenghe Changsheren (one book has the word "gun") In the late autumn, Jixianyuan sent it to the second minister Xu Xue

Bai Juyi

The forest is green and desolate, and the river is flat and green. A hundred rhymes of poems written on behalf of others

5. What are the poems describing mountains and forests

1. The mountain wind blows through the forest, rustling like people. ——"Twilight Autumn Mountain Tour" Tang Cen Shen

Translation: The autumn wind in the mountains blows into the empty woods, and the leaves rustle, as if someone has entered the forest.

2. It looks like a ridge from the side and a peak from the side, with different heights near and far. ——"Inscription on the Wall of the Western Forest" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

Translation: Looking at the rolling hills and towering peaks of Mount Lu from the front and side, looking at Mount Lu from a distance, near, high and low, you can see that Mount Lu presents various Different look.

3. Smoke spreads across the forest, mountains sink and shine in the distance, and bells and drums ring in the dusk. ——"Tianxiang·Smoke across the forest" He Zhu, Song Dynasty

Translation: Smoke shrouded the woods, the setting sun fell into the distant mountains, and the sound of bells and drums at dusk came intermittently.

4. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. ——"Dwelling in the Mountains in Autumn" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain. Night falls and the air is cool, as if it has already arrived in autumn.

5. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again. The pine nuts are falling on the empty mountain, and the lonely people should not be sleeping. ——"Lu Chai" by Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty

Translation: The afterglow of the sun returned to the deep forest and shone on the moss in the forest.

Thinking that pine nuts are falling from the empty mountains at this moment, my friends who live in seclusion must not be asleep yet.

6. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. ——"Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: In April in the human world, all the flowers have withered, but the peach blossoms in the ancient temples on the mountains have just begun to bloom.

7. The empty mountain is silent, and the shadows of the moon and water are sinking. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou: A Picture of Autumn Coolness in the Western Mountains" by Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty

Translation: Empty Mountain Fanbai, Water Moon Cave Sky, this worldly quiet mountain forest does not stir up a trace of worldly dust.

8. The flowers in the forest faded away in a hurry. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. ——"Happy Meeting" by Li Yu of the Five Dynasties

Translation: The red flowers in the woods have withered, and the flowers have bloomed and fallen. It has only been a few hours, but it was really too hasty. There is nothing we can do. How can the flowers withstand the desolation of the cold wind and rain day and night?

9. The fallen leaves are all over the empty mountain, where can I find traces of whereabouts? ——"Send to the Taoist Priest in Quanjiao Mountain" by Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: But the autumn leaves have fallen all over the empty mountain, where can I find your whereabouts?

10. The plain forest is woven with smoke in the desert, and the cold mountains are sad and green. ——"Bodhisattva Barbarian·Pinglin Desert Smoke is Like Weaving" Tang Li Bai

Translation: The smoke in the stretching woods in the distance is like textiles, the autumn cold mountains are like clothing belts, and the sad green color is eye-catching . Dusk entered the tall boudoir, and someone was worrying alone upstairs.

6. Dai Lin's sad poems

1 "Happy Meeting·The Forest Flowers Withered in Spring"

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

The flowers in the forest faded away in spring, too hastily. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge will make you drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, life grows and hates water. (One of Xiangliu's works: Keeping People)

2 "Partridge Sky·Lin Duanshan Mingzhu Hidden Wall"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Lin Duanshan Ming Bamboo hidden wall.

A small pond filled with cicadas and decaying grass. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant.

Outside the village, next to the ancient city. The stick quinoa slowly turns to the setting sun. It rained at midnight last night, and it was cool all day long.

3 "Zhu Lin"

Pre-Qin: Anonymous

Is Hu Zhulin? From Xia Nan! Bandits are suitable for Zhulin, from Xianan!

Take me on horseback and talk about it in Zhuye. Take me on my horse and eat in the morning on a tree!

4 "Youth Tour·The maple forest is red and the smoke is blue in the evening"

Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie

The maple forest is red and the smoke is blue in the evening. Guests are full of Ou Ting. In the past twenty years, no one has grown bamboo, but they still borrow the name bamboo.

The spring breeze has not yet passed, but the autumn breeze has arrived, and everything is light with age. Just spend your whole life chanting and chanting leisurely, and compose it into a song.

5 "Farewell to the Monk of Donglin Temple"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

At the send-off place in Donglin, the moon rises and the crow of the white ape is heard.

Smiling goodbye, Lushan Mountain is far away, so why bother crossing Huxi River.

6 "Tianxiang·Smoke spreads across the forest"

Song Dynasty: He Zhu

Smoke spreads across the forest, the mountains sink and shine in the distance, and the bells and drums meander at dusk. Candles are reflected on the curtains, crickets are urging the machine, and the bitter autumn wind and dew are blowing. Sleepless and longing for his wife, they all responded and sounded the anvil and pestle several times. Alarming the tired officials from the end of the world, the old age is going to twilight.

Back then, I was a drunkard and conceited, so I called Dongjun and paid him with spring. Wandering on the North Road, visiting Qiang Nanpu, I felt resentful that no one would talk to me. Lai Mingyue, I once knew the old travel place. Good company comes in the clouds, and dreams will go away.

7 "Cool Acacia·The moon hangs in the frost and the forest is about to fall"

Song Dynasty: Cheng Gai

The moon hangs in the frost and the forest is about to fall. Outside the main gate, urge people to get up. Goodbye, now it is really true. If you want to stay, there is no plan to stay. If you want to leave, you have no plan to come.

Immediately shed tears on Lihunyi. Each one is haggard. The plum blossoms on Wenjiang Road are not in bloom yet. Spring is here, so I need to send it frequently. When people arrive, you need to send them frequently.

8 "Complaining of Heartfelt Feelings·Apricots Falling out of the Forest and Falling into a Golden Plate"

Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan

Apricots falling out of the forest into a golden plate. Weak teeth are afraid of sour taste. It's a pity that it is half bruised and still has small lip pills.

On the southern road, the falling flowers are idle. Rain spots. Without saying a word, a piece of hurt spring is all between the eyebrows.

9 "The gift of food at the Lizhengdian Academy banquet and the writing of Lin"

Tang Dynasty: Zhang Shuo

Dongbi Library, Xiyuan Hanmo Forest.

Recite poems and learn about state affairs, and it is easy to see the heart of heaven.

The bitch and the soup are heavy, and the favor is drunk.

Slow songs bring spring to life, and love becomes a close friend.

7. Beautiful scenery in the woods Phrases

What are you referring to? Poetry? still. ..

Wang Wei's landscape poem "Birdsong Stream":

When people are idle, the osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream.

Describing the silent autumn night in the mountain forest, the four-season osmanthus falls silently. Suddenly the bright moon rises in the east, filling the empty mountains with light. The mountain birds are awakened and chirp in the mountain stream, which is particularly crisp and clear, and highlights the tranquility and beauty of the spring mountains on a moonlit night.

Wang Wei's five-character poem "Dwelling in the Mountains in the Twilight of Autumn":

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

It describes the scenery of the mountain village after the rain in the autumn evening. It describes the scenery of the mountain village after the rain in the autumn evening. ..makes readers feel as if they are breathing the fresh air of the mountains and forests after the rain.

Wang Wei's "Deer and Chai"

No one can be seen in the empty mountain, but the sound of people's voices can be heard.

Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.

There is no one in the empty mountain. Only intermittent human voices can be heard floating in the deep forest. A ray of sunset shines on the moss deep in the dense forest, making it so trance-like and desolate.

Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly.

People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.

The bright moonlight in the deep forest brings the author a kind of quiet happiness. Things and I are one and things and I are forgotten, Zen and poetry are in harmony.

Wang Wei's "Xinyiwu":

The hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood have red calyxes in the mountains.

There is no one in the stream, opening and closing one after another.

The flowers bloom and fall by themselves in the mountains and forests, growing and dying on their own. They are not fake, have nothing to do with the world, and no one knows about them. This is a world far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and it is also the poet's unique artistic conception that combines subjectivity and objectivity. It is simply a symbolic realm of the Buddhist concept of emptiness and annihilation.

Words:

Spring is full of joy, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, grass is growing and warblers are flying, flowers are blooming, red flowers and willows are green, flowers are in clusters, flowers are luxuriant and leaves are luxuriant, red maples welcome autumn, frost leaves know autumn, and one leaf knows autumn. The leaves fall in the west wind

8. Beautiful sentences describing the forest

1. Looking from a distance, the big green forest is like an ocean, connected together. The trees grow lush and green, exuding a refreshing coolness. The sunlight is like strands of golden sand, passing through the layers of branches and leaves and falling on the grass. There are countless wild flowers blooming on the grassland, emitting attractive fragrance from time to time. The birds in the forest were flying and chirping happily, and the sound of gurgling water echoed in the breeze for a long time. How intoxicating is this charming scenery!

2. I walked in the forest, and the mist was floating softly in the air like white gauze. The trees stood quietly under the blue sky, opening their arms to welcome the sunshine. The sunlight is like strands of golden sand, shining through the overlapping branches and leaves, and scattered on the grass. The grass shimmered with crystal dew, exuding the fragrance of grass, flowers and moist earth. Countless small flowers of all kinds are competing to drill out of the soil, white, red, and yellow, shining like stars, making the earth in the forest shine with colorful vitality. In the fragrant jungle, I sucked in the fragrance of flowers and plants, enjoyed the sunshine, and was intoxicated in this intoxicating dream.

9. Poems about the forest

After a spring rain, countless seedlings sprout branches and leaves in the sun, filling the earth that has just emerged from winter with vitality. .

In the vast land, the endless green forest has become the most magnificent life landscape, and it also makes the earth particularly beautiful and passionate in the infinite universe. In spring, all things in the forest are renewed and everything revives. It is like an arena of life, full of vitality and the desire for life surging everywhere.

The forest in summer is dense and noisy, and life is growing uncontrollably under the pressure of high temperature. Creation and dedication constitute the main theme of the Summer Forest.

The forest in golden autumn enriches people and brings poetry to people. This is a harvest forest, a moving and intoxicating forest. This is a colorful forest full of artistic atmosphere.

Everything is quiet in winter, and the forest seems to be sleeping in this winter. However, we never thought that through silent conversation between trees, they would form the simplest pattern in front of us.

There are remnants of snow on the branches, heavy and crystal clear, and it seems that they will fall down one after another as soon as you raise your hand. Ice hangs on the crispy branches, which is winter’s gift to the forest.

Thousands of trees penetrate into the cracks of the mountain with strong root systems, breaking rocks and creating soil, which is to cultivate homes for the life that relies on the soil; the forest protects the wind and rain with its dense branches and leaves. , creating a suitable living space for all life that enters the forest.

"Forest Whistle Girl" The track is an elongated equal sign. The red and white flag in the hand directs the fallen trees. The forest groans and lines up behind the equal sign. The known answers are all one horizontal or vertical word: "Pull the light cart, pay attention." "Heavy car." The sixteen-year-old voice held the phone in one end and the cable in the other. These are days without seasons. Let the days go and they grow into fungus under the bed board. They grow into slender acacia grass. The fox who escaped came from the chat room cunningly. The faces are always painted with malicious symbols on the side of the track. The steps outside the forest are separated by the thick mountains. The restless life slips away indifferently. There is no fairy tale belief of Cinderella. The sun is the legend of the times. The golden light and red are the totems. Just like this, the badge is guarded day by day with young faith, guarded by bonfires, speechless and flying snow, guarded by the mountains and moons, guarded by the silhouette of youth, guarded by the October wind, and the long hair of ignorance is guarded by the beating noon, turning the sentry shed into a mystery and turning into a thorny plant. "Death of a Lumberjack" The sun is hiding, the wind is running away, the last sound is coming down the mountain, eh──Looking back at the joke you said a minute ago The steamed buns on the iliac teeth are the reason why the thin wife of the cook came to visit relatives did not sleep last night. The rush of time is like a thousand-year-old tree that collapsed before it was too late. Why is it not the promise made on the fifteenth day of the full moon? Bu Geshou, you said that your two-year-old baby and your ugly daughter-in-law from your hometown in eastern Sichuan are waiting for your blooming cotton-padded jacket to bring back New Year cakes. Your thick lips were once the happy home of a group of single men. Last night, you were still talking about the new arrival. Apprentice Seventeen and Eighteen is still thinking about his mother's "About the Forest". There was a time when there was a forest. At that time, the forest was the birthplace of the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, and the story of Lena the Fox.

At that time, lovesickness turned into black soil, sculpting itself into a mountain rose, with an inadvertent smile, and the toes dancing in the wind, sliding over seductively, falling off the cliff, and making no sound... The disappeared forest , the forest only breeds weathered memories. The ax saw was cold as it prostrated, dismembering its body with a yellowed mockery, and its teeth were bitten by the glorious life.

Occasionally I raise my head and gaze at the last snowflake in the sky, which turns into tears and disappears into Halley's Comet. The ancestors of the fungus announced the demise of the mushroom tribe, the bones of the doe and the male leopard became eternal, and civilization turned into the sword of revenge. Its fierceness and enthusiasm were given to the ancient westerners.

The eagle's feathers are broken, and the sun's blood flows through the mountains and plains. Only "The Last Painter on Earth" stretches his black figure and easel into the repeated orange-red of the earth, Freezing, waiting for the unknown, billions of years of mature thinking, writing "The Origin of Life" for the second time.