Poems describing ancient trees and snow-capped mountains

Poems about old trees 1. Poems about big trees

1. There are many trees and rich herbs.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. There are strange trees and colorful green leaves in the courtyard.

4. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.

6. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. 7. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.

Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. 9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.

10. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses. 1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

12. The trees on the shore are as straight as a cloud, who will send them to the water bank? 3 Two-part allegorical saying about trees: A thousand-year-old tree is a hundred-year-old pine-a deep-rooted car climbs the tree-it shakes like a dragonfly-the morning glory climbs the tree without moving-and climbs up the green gate along the pole. Liu Tang Bai Juyi is a sad tree, and once a few people left a grudge.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.

The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.

I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.

The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.

The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.

If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.

My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where shadows dance.

Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.

It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.

The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.

More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.

You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.

How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.

But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was pouring, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.

If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.

In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty in Liu Yong was dressed as a tree and hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.

Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.

How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.

The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.

Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.

Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.

If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.

Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.

Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.

There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.

Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.

Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.

Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.

Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.

There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.

Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.

After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.

I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.

Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.

Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because dependence seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.

Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow. Liu Tang, Zhang Xu, the smoky land, and the buildings on the edge of the city are full of spring thoughts.

Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple. Liutang Zhenggu Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.

You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze.

2. Ancient poems about big trees

Jandison

Tang Bai Juyi

It is 100 feet high and 10 yards wide.

Born at the bottom of a ravine, cold and humble.

Mountains and rivers are dangerous,

Don't meet the job requirements and die of old age.

Tian Zi Tang Ming owes Liang Mu,

There are two things I don't know about this.

Who means the meaning of creation,

But not the same as the material.

Zhang Jin is poor in Xi 'an, Yuan Shilu.

The clothes of cattle people are cold and cheap, but the story of diusim is expensive.

The story of dixin and niuyi,

Although the competition is different.

A master may not be smart,

People who go down are not necessarily stupid.

Don't you see the coral under the sea?

Plant elms in the sky.

Song Ting

Tang Bai Juyi

What's under the hall? Ten pine trees are my grade.

Wireless in chaos, competition is not unified.

The tall one is three feet long and the low one is ten feet low.

Like wild animals, I don't know who planted them.

Behind it is the blue tile house, which bears the white sand terrace.

There is wind and moon in the morning, and there is no dust and mud.

Autumn is sparse and summer is cool and gloomy.

In spring, it rains deeply and leaves are full of pearls.

On a snowy day at the end of the year, the branches are covered with jade.

The four seasons are interesting, and Qianshu is not their friend.

I bought this house last year, and many people cough.

For a family of twenty people, the transfer will be more relaxed.

There is nothing to gain by moving here, but you should worry.

That is, if this is a good friend, do we have to make friends with talents?

Call me a layman, with dust in my crown.

I always feel ashamed not to call it Matsuzaka.

3. Sentences describing ancient trees

This is an old tree of unknown age. The vine climbing on the rickety branch has withered, and a crow stops on it, occasionally barking. The setting sun lengthens the shadow, making it more desolate.

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei.

It is already late autumn, and the endless trees in the forest are all bare, and the old trees stand gloomy and brown. Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color. Autumn is crisp.

Piles of dark gray clouds hold the earth low.

It is late autumn, the endless trees in the forest are bare and the old trees are lush.

Stand and let the brown moss cover the wrinkles. Ruthless autumn deprived them of their beauty.

Beautiful clothes, they had to stand there bald.

I hope it helps

4. Poems describing big trees

1, like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

2, Jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry.

There are many trees and many herbs.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

5. There are strange trees in the courtyard with gorgeous green leaves.

6. The bird stays in the tree by the pool and the monk knocks at the door.

7. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of sweet grass.

Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.

9, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.

10, dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.

1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

12, the shore tree is as straight as a cloud, who will send the phase to attract the water shore.

5. Articles and sentences describing ancient trees

I want to be a tree. I suddenly remembered Mr. Wang's description of an ancient tree: "The branches are vigorous and strong, and the darkness is full of wrinkles." Looking at this branch alone, it seems to have died, but there is a sad historical shape stretching here. At the top of this branch, so many fresh lives suddenly gushed out, which is hypocritical and transparent. " How thorough and clear. Green eyes. Overlooking the whole village, the houses with grey walls and blue tiles are patchwork, simple and elegant. On the gentle slope between the village and the mountains, the ancient trees with luxuriant branches and flowers stand towering, with overlapping crowns, staggered branches and leaves and dense Lv Yun, adding a mysterious and dreamy color to the whole hut. It's really amazing. This is a masterpiece of harmony between man and nature. I am proud of this ancient tree and my hometown! Facing this thousand-year-old tree, I was thinking, with its vicissitudes and heavy history, the ancient tree bears the whole process of human beings from ignorance to civilization, isn't it? Our ancestors used to take fruits from trees, make nests out of trees, make fires out of trees, build houses out of trees, use trees as tools to hunt down enemies, and use trees as places to recuperate. Later, they wrote with bark to record human changes. Take the tree as a boat and travel long distances to reach the other side of civilization; Taking trees as historical materials, we gave our precious green heritage to future generations without reservation. Trees have made great contributions to mankind. In the face of these ancient trees, I am thinking that the ancient trees that have been consistent for thousands of years are true and kind, and the lush style has given us many poetic reverie. If we can read the ancient vicissitudes of ancient trees, understand the ancient echoes of ancient trees, feel the soul of ancient trees and understand their inner spirit. Then we can reach the realm of the other. In the face of these ancient trees with thousands of years of history, I wonder how small and insignificant human beings are in front of them. Humans are just passers-by rushing to the ancient trees. Dynasty changes, spring goes to Qiu Lai, and the trees are gone. Did Qin Huang Hanwu also become dirt? On the other hand, trees have flourished for thousands of years. Crown, branches, trunks, roots ... Everything that used to be poetic is now poetic. It seems that everything has vanished, and everything seems to remain the same forever. Faced with these thousand-year-old trees, I was thinking, if people can become a tree, how wonderful it would be! As a man of flesh and blood and thought, he should be as fearless as an ancient tree as frost, heat, harsh environment and climate change. Once he takes root, he will continue to grow tenaciously. It should be like a towering tree, its roots should be deeply rooted into the earth for tens of meters and hundreds of meters, condensing the whole meaning of life on the earth; It should rise like an ancient tree, stand out from the crowd, and show the word "competition" incisively and vividly in nature; You should never show off your brawniness and height like an ancient tree, but show the world your thick, unpretentious and down-to-earth charm; Never boast of your crown rhyme and shade, but silently support the shade and protect travelers. In ancient stories, some people once became fairies, butterflies, snakes, Peng, cranes, dragons and stones ... why not become trees? I would like to turn into a tree, perhaps never a landscape, but as long as there is green; I want to be a tree, maybe I can't be a pillar, but it is enough to make some matches. Man, don't seek immortality for thousands of years, but seek eternal spirit.