Poems about benches

1. Poems about parks. Spring Garden by Wang Wei, a Tang poem, is a matter of being in the rain and taking advantage of the situation.

Open the edge and divide the white water. The grass turned into a chess game, and Duan Lin held up the orange.

Still holding deerskin, mugwort hides at dusk. The topic of Xueneng is that the gardens are deep in the back garden of the owner of Han Tao Zhuang, and the hustle and bustle begins to be quiet and the shade is swept away.

If you want to spend next year, you should be bored. Wu Rongqiu Garden began to pity this beautiful spring grass, but did not feel that Qiu Lai's green was getting thinner and thinner.

Disappointed people dispersed and butterflies flew high in the garden. 2. Modern Jiangfeng Garden is burning silently.

The buds in the green leaves are like car lights in the dark, advocating patience and making no noise. Birds and beasts in the garden, larvae intoxicated and suffocated.

The roar of nature, when can't the wings of the plane be heard? Unconsciously, rain came-wet mud knocked on the courtyard wall. Branches break leaves, walls collapse.

Plants rush to the season, just like the human body. At dusk, bats flew around the wall of the ancient horse garden. I obeyed the will of an ancient tree in the garden and carried the body of the girl who was executed because of pregnancy out of the gate through a hole cut in the wall of the garden. The fragrance of lilacs floated out of the hole, as if marrying death in spring. 3. An ancient foreign garden-Ximenes, I stood in front of the iron fence of the ancient garden and poked my head around; Everything around seems to be immersed in a dream of missing my hometown.

Above the dense trees, under the clear blue sky in the afternoon, it shakes and shines like a gem. It's gloomy in the distance, and the sound of sighing slowly comes from there. The sound of water is like a kiss.

My eyes were lost in the dreamlike withered flowers without petals, with a gray-green leaf hovering in the cool trembling air and falling to the ground. ..... The branches and leaves kept shaking, and I don't know what mysterious force was making trouble. "From the shady jungle, it seems that there is a fragrance floating, and a magical rose sticks out. Her extremely feminine figure has been exposed behind a thin veil for a long time.

Her eyes were fixed on mine. Then she disappeared into the fog and retreated sadly along the path ... from the deep and dense Woods, there came a monotonous and weak voice, which was the answer of water, a tick, a kiss. Not far away, in the bright afternoon sky above Magnolia, a shining teardrop was flying brightly.

..... The garden is once again hidden in a sad dream, and a tall and charming nightingale wails in the silent distance. Autumn in Van Dusen Garden-Brock's fingers touched the Woods with red meaning. Summer leaves with a sigh, and the rolling water reflects the falling tears. The fragrance of roses disappeared behind the cloud curtain, like a dying song. My inner ear lingers in the sadness of autumn in the distant farewell sound. -Silent Garden in senghor.

Labor and noise, all the disturbing noises of the city slip through the smooth roof, linger in the ear, reach the sad window and disappear in the tiny, delicate and considerate leaves. White hands, elegant posture, peaceful behavior.

But the drums of Damm-Damm (1) span mountains and continents. Who can calm my heart and jump, jump and sting under the call of the dam? (Translated from unpublished poems) Zhang Fang translated (1) African Damm-Damm drums, which are traditionally used to convey information.

2. Zhao's poem "The Bench" Mother was lying in bed vomiting blood.

The blood on my lips turned into a flower.

Mom, mom,

What are you going to say to me?

I stood in the field,

Covered with icy snow.

I'm going to find my mother,

My feet were frozen with ice and snow.

Mother stared at me with a smile,

Her eyes are as fragrant as flowers,

She spat the flowers into the sky,

Petals are flying all over the sky,

I'm covered in it.

The snow on me melted,

I'm with the melting snow

Into a flowing river,

Red petals are floating on the river.

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Love, you stand on the horizon,

Standing in the colorful light,

You waved to me in tears.

How soft your hands are,

How sad your smile is,

Your body draws beautiful curves in the sky. ...

I wanted to call you,

There is no sound in the mouth;

I want to run to you,

Mud on the road binds the feet.

How I want to hold you in my arms,

However, no matter how long my hand is, I can't reach it.

You say, how painful it is to be a man,

Want to get together and depend on each other, but live far apart,

Is separation a necessity of life?

You said, if I were a bird,

Be a bird and you can fly with me.

Fly freely in the vast sky;

You said, if only it were fish,

If you are a fish, you can go with the flow.

Meet in clear water.

Born to be human, you and I can only be separated by rivers and seas.

Watch day and night ...

Love, you stand on the horizon,

I can't touch you or kiss you,

I can't dry the tears from your face.

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In my dream, I met my poem.

There is no excited "ah",

There is no missing ellipsis,

They are a group of children without smiles.

Run around me,

The hot sun tanned their skin,

They are wearing golden straw hats.

3. Poems about writing birds When did the swallows fly back and the peach blossoms on the shore dipped in water? -Vae Fu's "Youchun Lake"

Lonely grass grows on the shore and orioles are singing on the trees. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.

In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake. -On the Lake by Vae Yuan Jie

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Don Du Fu's One Night Abroad

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"

"Two orioles sing on the top of green willows, and egrets reach the sky" —— Four-character Poems by Tang Du Fu

The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. -"Hunting" by Tang Wang Wei

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -Zhang Song He Zhi's Song of the Fisherman

Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood. -Tang Du Fu's Three Songs of Qiangzhai (I)

I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose, resigned to fate and scattered in a tent for nine autumn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings"

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. -Qiu Si of Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? ? -Don Liu Changqing "To the Master"

The independent gate is sunny in the spring rain, and the white chicken flies and crows. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi

② Poetry with the word "bird"

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wei's "Bird Song Stream"

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion

North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. -"Nineteen Ancient Poetry" and "Walking and Walking Again"

Birds fly home, foxes die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow for the Past"

The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. -Wang Tangji's "If you are in Xi"

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. -Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds. -Don Cen Can's news review Du Fu in his office in the left court.

The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick. -Don Du Xunhe's "Spring Palace Complaints"

4. About Daming Lake, the poem "Lotus flowers on four sides and willow trees on three sides, a city with mountains and half a city with lakes";

"Winter is full of ice, summer is full of waves, autumn is full of deer snow, and spring is full of smoke, just like a fragrant country";

"The gull heron is near the clear wave, and the small valley helps its far rhyme, which is the only victory in Jiangbei."

Du Fu was stationed in Zaogai in the east and Lingqinghe in the north. There are many celebrities in Jinan. Yunshan has flourished, and Yu Pei is still singing. Pruning bamboo is not affected by summer heat, and exchange air surges. This is a pleasant experience, what will happen at sunset. Both the rich and the poor are in service, and it is more difficult to go from the public. "

Pu Songling "It's cloudy by Daming Lake. He lives in a three-bedroom apartment." Millet is submerged in rice porridge, and vegetables in the garden are full of yellow flowers. "

"The clouds are wet and steaming, and the waves shake Daming Lake."

"Baihuatai" "Yanbo drinks with guests and the whole family takes a boat. The flowers in front of Mo Wen are far and near. Let's take a look at what it feels like to travel in Wuling. "

Su Zhe's "Around the Wave Pavilion" "Gulls gather in the lake, fish and sharks float and sink, and tile is cool. I don't know how hot it was in the Qing Dynasty. I just want a rattan bed. "

Zhao Zhao Meng's "Clouds Can't Steam, Waves Shake Daming Lake"

Guo Moruo "heard that there are lotus flowers waiting for the autumn moon, and I have seen Yangliuyan." Jinan people are super celebrities and won the ancient capital under the tower. I want to propose a toast to DuLi and ask him, "Where is Jia Xing's revival?"

5. The poem "Island Travel" about the island

There are many ghost towns on the beach and no villages on the island.

Looking at the sea in spring

Hong Tao is wild and Cuidao is mulberry.

A New Comment on Liu San's Flowers Island in Fenghe Prefecture.

If you want to know the flower island, look for the red clouds on the water.

Send Hainan guests back to the old island

Going out to sea should be far away, and home is lonely.

Su Jiang Cuo Island Residence

A smoky island with bamboo windows open at night.

Tijueshan temple

It is difficult to get on the island and cross the dangerous fence.

Ode to the island

An island is like a river, but a poet is still closed.

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Additional:

There are layers of moss on the secluded island, and the poet is rising day by day.

Teachers love dust-free places and live on an island in the middle of the river.

Accumulated gas rushes to Long Island, and the floating light overflows the mountain.