Poems about strawberries in winter

1. Poem about strawberries, thank you urgently (1) Miss Berry.

strawberry

I'll change your name.

You are so beautiful.

Become attached to grass

I've caused you too much injustice.

② Red strawberry praise

Red strawberry

Vivid fairy tales

Red strawberry

Hold up winter and spring

European balcony dream China.

Welcome to this borderless garden.

(3) Strawberries

You are very elegant, very elegant.

Jasper is beautiful and charming.

Don't envy lofty ideals and self-love.

Spring breeze is full of wind.

(4) Strawberries

In the strawberry red season.

You hide in the green leaves.

Sing me a love song without words

Melody is like a ripe strawberry

Sour temptation

The heart shape of strawberry

Inject inspiration into my brain

Therefore, poetry is very popular.

Rush out of the secular encirclement

Yearning for the farmyard.

Missed the affectionate communication with Rose.

I cherish the footprints I once had.

After all, the fruit came late.

You use the original

Make up for the nutrition of ordinary people.

2. What are the poems about strawberries?

Picking strawberries

Sisters invited to pick strawberries,

Bright red dreams are full of baskets.

Taste like honey,

Laughter and flying clouds.

Strawberry was introduced into China only at the beginning of last century, so most ancient people didn't have time to write poems about it. Maybe it was written in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, but it didn't seem particularly good, so I didn't notice it.

Introduction to Strawberry: Strawberry (scientific name: Fragaria * ananassa Duch, English name: Strawberry) is a kind of red flower and fruit, also known as pineapple strawberry, cranberry, raspberry and so on. It is a perennial herb of Rosaceae and strawberry. Strawberries are heart-shaped, delicious, red, tender and juicy, and contain a particularly rich fruit aroma. Strawberries are afraid of water stains and are not drought-tolerant. The fruit has the effects of moistening lung, promoting fluid production, invigorating spleen, regulating stomach, inducing diuresis and reducing swelling. Strawberries are native to South America and Europe and distributed all over the world.

Second, modern poems about strawberries:

1: Sit with a strawberry.

If you are tired, you can stop.

There is nothing wrong with sitting on the floor.

Look at strawberries and sit on the ground all your life.

Still bright and clean

Strawberries have red lips.

Strawberries have full lips.

Strawberries have bright lips.

But never talk, not for the rest of your life.

You don't have to say anything, that's all.

Sit quietly. Sometimes, sharing

No language is needed, as long as the breath is consistent.

Will be tacitly understood

2: For example, strawberries

You can leave it alone.

No protective layer

Display red directly.

Directly present water and nutrition.

Like strawberries.

You can leave it alone.

I don't want that kind of hidden heart machine and hard work.

There is nothing wrong with hollowing out your heart.

Like strawberries.

You don't even have to sow

No need to breed.

Don't use last name after it.

To prove myself.

3. Poems about strawberries in the strawberry red season.

You hide in the green leaves.

Sing me a love song without words

Melody is like a ripe strawberry

Sour temptation

The heart shape of strawberry

Inject inspiration into my brain

Therefore, poetry is very popular.

Rush out of the secular encirclement

Yearning for the farmyard.

Missed the affectionate communication with Rose.

I cherish the footprints I once had.

After all, the fruit came late.

You use the original

Make up for the nutrition of ordinary people.

There is a strawberry tree over the fence. I know, if I want, I can climb over strawberries. How sweet! But, dirty apron-God will definitely scold me! Oh, dear, I think, if he were a child-he would climb over, too, if he could climb over.

4. Poetry about strawberries 1: There is no doubt that you are married and love each other.

2. Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, and the lonely city overlooks Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

3. Where is hometown, forget it unless you are drunk-Song Liqing takes a photo of Bodhisattva Man 4: Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. (Li Shutong: Goodbye) 5. See your friend Li Bai off at Jingmen Ferry, and sail from Jingmen Ferry. Soon you will be with people in the south.

At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces.

The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles. 6: I am alone in the grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees.

(Wei, "Xixi on Chuzhou") 7: Autumn night again, the cool moon is full. Dew condenses into residual color, and Sichuan is clear.

The reflection of bamboo trees in the forest, the Milky Way is sparse. This evening is full of love, so when shall I go back to my hometown?

8. Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, with spring flowers and trees. (Du Fu: "Hope of Spring") 9: If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony? 10: "Bian Chun" is a high-profile article in the Tang Dynasty. The grass color is strong and the jade pot is full of wine.

1 1: The vegetation is heartless. Because Shang Yi can write 60 poems praising strawberries and 60 poems praising strawberries.

12: When a person is a stranger in a foreign land, he misses his family more than ever. I knew where my brother climbed from a distance, and I was stuck all over the ground with dogwood. A man disappeared, and I watched the moon for fifteen nights. 13: When we say goodbye to our parents, we will go to the Yellow River at dusk.

I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing. But bid farewell to the Yellow River and stay in Montenegro at dusk.

I can't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I hear Yanshan Hu riding a horse. 14: There was a loud thunder in Jiangpu last night. It was a spring city, but the color was a little cold.

Tang Du Fu's "Seeing off the 19 th Cao Chang" 15: Reading the moon pavilion, revealing the bridge and smelling the flute, thinking about the past like a dream, and the tears are dark (Zhou Bangyan's "Warrior Lan Ling") 16: Grassing across the plain, coming and going with the four seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.

17: I can't help falling, but I feel deja vu when Yan returns. The drooping leaves of a foreign tree and the cold light of a lantern are lonely at night.

—— Ma Dai 19: Flowers are more and more attractive, and shallow grass can live without horseshoes. (Bai Juyi: (Qiantang Spring Tour)) 20: No monk, no way, no gentleness.

Jiubo was not shy before. Consciousness is temporarily beyond the scope of Buddhism.

Knowing that I was robbed is my prison. It is hard to understand that people have been transformed, and I am not worried about walking around.

Get carried away and learn to laugh at Feng's 2 1: There seems to be no one on the empty mountain, but I think I heard a voice.

(Wang Wei's "Chai Lu") 22: The north wind is full of twists and turns, and eight In the snow crosses the Tatar sky. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

5. The sentence describing strawberry has the world of strawberry, quiet and beautiful, pure pink, light pink, very warm, * _ * very harmonious ... strawberry is fragrant, quiet and cool, just like our friendship, just like love! The world with love is beautiful and warm, which can make us forget all the sadness. ...

When I got home, I found attractive strawberries on the table, and I couldn't put them down. I saw a strawberry as small as a heart and as big as a peach, with brown sesame seeds embedded in it and a few small green leaves holding it below. When I look at them, they look like a red lantern! Smell it, a sweet smell goes straight to the nose, making people salivate. Strawberry is like a small oval face, delicate and charming.

I couldn't wait to pick the green leaves, washed the strawberries several times and put them in my mouth, only to find that the taste was wrong. In the ocean of my memory, strawberries are sweet and as delicious as honey.

Seeing this red strawberry reminds me of the past, and I put things on people. One sunny afternoon, my father took me to her house to play. The adults talked loudly and I accompanied her for a walk in the yard. Her house is an isolated fairyland, with tall trees, green lawns and colorful flowers arranged in an orderly way, which is simply a paradise. She disappeared. When I was looking for her, she appeared in front of me like an angel, holding a crystal clear strawberry in her hand and stuffing it into my heart. I ate strawberries and felt very happy. Later, I learned that all the strawberries in the yard were planted by myself, and there were few morning stars, which made me more impressed with her, just like a model printed in my mind.

She is a hospitable little girl, which has always impressed me deeply. So far, I have never eaten such a sweet strawberry. That sweet strawberry has been deeply rooted in my heart!

My hometown is in Western Union, where there is a strawberry garden that people will never forget. The strawberries in the garden are sour and sweet, refreshing and delicious. If you taste them, you will have an endless aftertaste. I can't bear to leave every time I go.

Every autumn, hardworking people in my hometown will turn over the land into rows, then plant strawberry seedlings, water, fertilize, weed and kill insects. Although it is very hard, they always have a sweet smile on their faces, because they know that their labor will bring harvest. Whenever I see this scene, my mood will be particularly good, as if I had been happy.

When winter comes, people cover bamboo slices with large transparent white plastic films to create a warm "home" for strawberries. In this warm "home", strawberry seedlings are growing happily, full of flowers, so lively. I like watching them inside. I am very happy. There is no such beautiful scenery in the park, and I don't even want to leave. After a while, I have arrived in England.

Bright spring is coming, and there are colorful colors everywhere. Strawberry fruit changed from green to blue-white, then from blue-white to red-white, and gradually matured. The fully ripe strawberry fruit is bright red and looks a bit like litchi. Standing in the garden and looking into the distance is like a green carpet dotted with red gems. The red strawberry fruit is so delicate in the sun, I can't help but bend down and gently pick it up with my hand and smell it, which smells sweet and sour.

The best time to eat strawberry fruit is early summer. Walking into the strawberry garden is like walking into the red world. Picking strawberries is a happy thing. Pick a strawberry fruit and put it in your mouth and gently bite it. The sweetness and bitterness of the fragrance slipped from the mouth to the stomach, and it felt great.

I like the strawberry garden in my hometown. I hope that the strawberry orchard in my hometown is getting bigger and bigger, so that more people can come here and eat delicious and nutritious strawberry fruits.

I like strawberries in my hometown.

My hometown is a small county in Shanxi. This county is called Jiangxian, which is rich in strawberries.

In the drizzle, strawberries are enjoying the moisture of rain. Strawberries are red in color, but uncooked ones are blue-green. In winter, strawberries grow in greenhouses. The temperature here is not as cold as it is outside, which is suitable for strawberry growth. In spring, strawberries grow outdoors. Strawberries grow on the ground and their leaves are not very high. Branchlets stick out from the stems and strawberries grow on the branches. I like eating freshly cooked strawberries best, and the sweet and sour taste is memorable.

I love my hometown, but I love strawberries in my hometown more.

6. Poems about grass plums praise strawberries

Author Wang Yongli

Strawberries are the heart of spring.

Wait quietly for your lover.

Let the bright red color tempt a season

Until you print your lover's lips

Strawberries are exquisite poems in summer.

Let fiery feelings turn into smart rhymes.

Let romance also get cool comfort.

Let juicy love become deep

Strawberries are a luxury in autumn.

Let the harvest be marked in red.

Joy comes to the new warehouse with harvest.

Let love grow up.

In winter, strawberries in the greenhouse are very sweet.

Let dry days be full of sugar.

Let the beautiful vision burn red

Knock on the door of the future with the New Year's bell

In the strawberry red season.

You hide in the green leaves.

Sing me a love song without words

Melody is like a ripe strawberry

Sour temptation

The heart shape of strawberry

Inject inspiration into my brain

Therefore, poetry is very popular.

Rush out of the secular encirclement

Yearning for the farmyard.

Missed the affectionate communication with Rose.

I cherish the footprints I once had.

After all, the fruit came late.

You use the original

Make up for the nutrition of ordinary people.

Dear March, please come in.

How happy I am.

I have been looking forward to your visit.

Please take off your hat.

You must have walked there.

Look at you. You can't breathe.

Dear, I hope you are all right. Wait and wait.

How natural were you when you left?

Oh, come upstairs with me.

I have a lot to say to you.

I received your letter, as well as birds and maples.

But I didn't know you were on your way.

Until I announced how red their faces were.

But, please forgive me, those mountains and ridges you left behind.

You asked me to draw.

But there is no suitable purple.

You took everything and left nothing behind.

who ' s that knocking ? It must be April now.

Lock the door.

I don't like being disturbed.

He stayed elsewhere for a year.

I happen to have a visitor.

But the little things seem so insignificant

Ever since you came here.

So blame is as kind as praise.

Praise is like blame.

7. Poems about grass plums praise strawberries.

Author Wang Yongli

Strawberries are the heart of spring.

Wait quietly for your lover.

Let the bright red color tempt a season

Until you print your lover's lips

Strawberries are exquisite poems in summer.

Let fiery feelings turn into smart rhymes.

Let romance also get cool comfort.

Let juicy love become deep

Strawberries are a luxury in autumn.

Let the harvest be marked in red.

Joy comes to the new warehouse with harvest.

Let love grow up.

In winter, strawberries in the greenhouse are very sweet.

Let dry days be full of sugar.

Let the beautiful vision burn red

Knock on the door of the future with the New Year's bell

In the strawberry red season.

You hide in the green leaves.

Sing me a love song without words

Melody is like a ripe strawberry

Sour temptation

The heart shape of strawberry

Inject inspiration into my brain

Therefore, poetry is very popular.

Rush out of the secular encirclement

Yearning for the farmyard.

Missed the affectionate communication with Rose.

I cherish the footprints I once had.

After all, the fruit came late.

You use the original

Make up for the nutrition of ordinary people.

Dear March, please come in.

How happy I am.

I have been looking forward to your visit.

Please take off your hat.

You must have walked there.

Look at you. You can't breathe.

Dear, I hope you are all right. Wait and wait.

How natural were you when you left?

Oh, come upstairs with me.

I have a lot to say to you.

I received your letter, as well as birds and maples.

But I didn't know you were on your way.

Until I announced how red their faces were.

But, please forgive me, those mountains and ridges you left behind.

You asked me to draw.

But there is no suitable purple.

You took everything and left nothing behind.

who ' s that knocking ? It must be April now.

Lock the door.

I don't like being disturbed.

He stayed elsewhere for a year.

I happen to have a visitor.

But the little things seem so insignificant

Ever since you came here.

So blame is as kind as praise.

Praise is like blame.