The poem about sunshine and trees is 1. Quickly find the artistic conception fragments about describing sunshine and trees.

In the light blue sky, several fluttering white clouds are magnificently dotted in the sky, like a wonderful dream. The light blue sky is quiet, with a little cloud, like transparent clothes, like angel feathers, like distant mountains, like a silver stream on the plain. They walked slowly, as if they had visited a beautiful fairyland. The sun lit up the cloud, and it winked at the tree mother-in-law playfully. In the sun, this tree shines like a golden cash cow. The wind is blowing, and the mother-in-law is waving to the sun!

Mottled shadows caressed his slightly pale face, and the sunshine in late summer was not hot, but it was cool. He just lay quietly under the tree, and through the staggered trunk, he seemed to see his childhood, swaying in the shadow of the tree like sunshine.

The first breeze in summer rattled the leaves.

He squatted under the tree with his eyes closed. The swaying trees reflected on his face, and the cowardice of youth was exposed without omission.

The sunshine in early summer passed through the lonely phoenix tree and reflected a melancholy shadow on his face. Suddenly, a rare cool breeze swept by, lifting his forehead hair. He cut his hair casually and continued to stare into the distance.

2. Poems about trees

1, thousands of trees bloom in the easterly night. It blows down and the stars are like rain. -Song Xin Qiqi "Jade Case Yuan Xi"

Just as the east wind blows away thousands of trees and flowers, it also blows fireworks like rain.

2. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Tang, Song of Snow White, sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze blowing overnight, like a pear blossom in full bloom.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of river trees. -Tang Zhang Xuruo's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River"

I don't know how many people can go home by moonlight, but the setting sun is swaying and spreading all over the Woods by the river.

4, jasper makeup into a tree height, ten thousand hanging moss tapestry. -Tang He Zhang's Lyrics of Willow/Willow Branches

Tall willows are covered with new green leaves, and soft willows hang down like ten thousand green ribbons fluttering gently.

Several early warblers compete for the warm tree, and the new swallow of the warm tree pecks the spring mud. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

Several warm trees that the oriole came out early competed for sunshine, and the new swallows were busy building nests and holding mud.

3. Ten poems about trees and flowers

Spring can't close the garden, but an apricot can't get out of the wall —— Ye Song Shaoweng's The Duty of the Garden

Waiting to see the east wind is always spring-spring day in Song Zhuxi.

Jiang Hua wins the fire at sunrise, and Jiang Qing is blue in spring —— Tang Bai Juyi's memory of Jiangnan

A little green and a little red, not much touching spring scenery —— Wang Song Anshi's Singing Pomegranate Flowers

The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms —— Song Lu's tour of "Spring Rain in Lin 'an at the beginning of the year" is thin and shallow, and the evening is fragrant —— Song Lin Bu's "Xiaomei in the Mountain"

Peaches and plums are full of worries, and shepherd's purse comes to the stream in spring —— Partridge Sky by Song Xin Qi Ji. Fu represents others.

Flowers don't lift the ban, and poetry is in chaos —— Song Yan Shu's Walking on the Sand

4. Poems about sunshine

The first part: the morning sunshine depends on laziness, and the white clouds render it as a farewell to the morning fatigue. How much do I want to sink in my eyes? Last night's dream was blurred. The shadow of the morning light is immersed in the morning light, drunk in a gentle dream and moving safely. The morning sun is covered with gold, and the distance is not like a farewell to dusk. The second part: the sunshine folds a bouquet of incense, picks a ray of sunshine, fills the gap with warmth, and lets love wander quietly. Your window gently knocks on your heart, gently explores and persistently looks for your hope. The wind gently shook the willow branches that had just turned green to break a little vitality and take away a little hope. The field waiting with your heart is waiting for you to enter this gentle harbor and this paradise shaped by love. Think of your shy face, you are the most perfect goddess. In the place I have been looking for, I crossed the raindrops, spent the lonely and dark corridors, and looked for the East. Does the fiery red face rising in Ran Ran bear the hazy hope that you will become someone else's bride and walk into someone else's bridal chamber? But your pure and indifferent eyes are like the warmest sunshine in March, which deeply touches my ignorant heart and leaves my deepest thoughts for you. But you have disappeared after all, and I look forward to your shoulders. The sunshine is lazily sprinkled on me to listen to me, and the faint sadness drips into my heart, trying to calm the feelings that cannot be smoothed. Love in spring is like a meter of sunshine disappearing, but it leaves me with a lonely imagination. Part III: Enjoy the sunshine. Outside the window, the green grass is in bud, the buds are rolling and the branches are like Wolong. All these pleasant flowers and trees have experienced the bath of spring breeze, hot summer, withered autumn and cold winter, but they still grow sturdily to enjoy the warmth brought by sunshine and wash away all the troubles and boredom. On the way to the river, the roadside is full of people. Charming and seductive flowers exude a refreshing fragrance, and a happy crow lives in a towering tree. The arrival of new life has added a lot of warm atmosphere to this nest, but there is not a parent in the world who doesn't want to see his son become a phoenix. It is precisely because of this that mother crow saw the goose roaming leisurely in the water, which made her admire and wished to make herself. My children also followed the little crow who could look forward to the embrace of the blue sky, unwilling to be killed by their parents. They think that their children are not sensible and that their decisions have laid the foundation for their children's future, so they cruelly pull the little crow to the river. Tragedy happened. The crow struggled in the water several times and then slowly sank to the bottom. Perhaps from this little story, what we feel is no longer that the father loves like a mountain and the mother loves like a sea, but that the parents inadvertently fold too cruelly. Without children's ability to soar, they will always hold everything in their hands. Children are like puppet toys dragged by people or chess pieces at the mercy of others, and they are like kites stretched by strings. Even if children resist and discuss with their parents, they can surrender under the invisible mace every time, but they have no choice but to smile again in the face of the pressure of ranking in the book mountain every day. How high are we going to take the exam? It is a wrong educational policy to squeeze into the wooden bridge that hundreds of millions of people have to cross and reach the ivory tower smoothly. Please let the broad seedlings regain their instinctive vitality. Without warm sunshine, the child's inner world is just a cold and hard heart, without the innocent, lively and carefree feeling that children should have in childhood. Give the mood a little light, use it to melt the indifferent heart and give it back to those who write the blueprint of life. Let her (him) soar again, pursue the best dream in her heart, and find her ultimate foothold. Chapter 4: Trees and sunshine die when they wither, and my rebirth comes in your light.

The dawn of prosperity touches the eternal oath. I am a tree, a reborn green tree; And you are my eternal sunshine, watching on the long horizon.

On a hot afternoon, the earth wrote the meeting of trees and sunshine. At the last minute, I waited for hope. Chapter 5 A ray of sunshine in the morning is chilly in spring, but the crying of the sun is growing wildly. It is submerged in the wind, and the body dream curled up in April and spring can't be stretched. The wind is very cold, and the silent night wrinkles my heart. It is another sleepless night. Who let spring walk in impermanence, secretly collect a touch of warmth and plant the sun to escape from the invisible net and stay away from sadness? If it is not in the state,

-Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" 2. The sun and the moon shine on the earth. -"The Book of Songs, the Sun and the Moon" 3. Look at the sun and the moon and think about it.

-"The Book of Songs Xiongluo" 4. The low gold cup sparkles in the morning. -Su Shi's Huang Kui 5. It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.

-Li Shen's Compassion for Agriculture 6. The mountains are beautiful in the evening, and the flowers are fragrant in the spring breeze. -Du Fu's quatrains 7. Clouds and sunshine.

Sad and windy. -Cao Zhi's Miscellaneous Poems 8. The light in winter is bright and warm.

-Bai Juyi's Freedom 9. White sunlight is reflected on the side, light and elegant. -Chang Jian's "The Third Peak" 10, the sunflower in the green garden, the morning dew is waiting for the sunrise.

-Han Yuefu Poetry 1 1 Xiangyang These beautiful days here have fascinated my old mountain! . -Wang Wei's Looking at the Han River 12, the setting sun is white and the tide rises all over the sky.

-Wang Wei's "Jixing Guizhou" 13, the stone is high and the card is north, and the sun stays. -Du Fu's "Ode to the Lord" 14, tomorrow will reflect the sky and the dew will cover it.

-Ruan Ji's Thirteen Love Poems 15, Yang Qingyaoling, Hefeng. -Ruan Ji's Thirteen Poems of Huai 16. The sun is not far away, and the moon leaves the Danyuan.

-Ruan Ji's Song of the Payer 17, four episodes of Chaoyun, scattered in the evening. -Ruan Ji's Thirteen Love Poems, 18, the mountains cover the day, and the ocean drains the golden river.

-Wang Zhihuan's stork house 19, to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night. -Li Shangyin's Le Garden Scenic Area' 20. The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.

-Wang Wei's "Climbing the Fortress" 2 1, from the north of Chonggang, the sun stays. -Du Fu's "Praise to the Lord" 22. Yin and yang are light, and autumn is full.

-Su Shi's "Li Yuan" 23, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. —— Wang Wei's "The next berth in Beibao Mountain" 24. The front door is full of sunshine and the snow is half court.

-Bai Juyi's "Early Spring is Things" 25. It's amazing to be near white sunlight, but it's not a blue cloud. -Bai Juyi's Addendum to the Initial Grant 26. The boat flies through the waves, and the iron horse shoots at the sun.

-Lu You's Wine on the River 27. In the middle of the sunset, I suddenly fell into turbulence. -Guo Wei "Looking at Wushan".

5. Ancient poems and modern poems about flowers and trees

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Zhu in the Southern Song Dynasty

Winning the day and looking for fragrance in the water, the boundless scene is new for a while.

Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.

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Poets in Tang Dynasty. The word Jingshan was later renamed as the great aid to Juyuan Yang.

The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.

If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.

Changgexing

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In the green garden, sunflowers are exposed to the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?

A lazy youth, a lousy age.

The Willow

Tang He Zhang Zhi

Jasper dressed up as a tree,

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

In early spring, Zhang and other 18 members of the Ministry of Water Affairs were present.

Han Yu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Two Late Scenes along the Hui Chong River.

Su Shi

There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo.

Spring river plumbing duck prophet.

The buds of Artemisia arenaria are very short,

It is the time when the puffer fish wants to fuck.

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.

Jueju

Southern song dynasty guide monk

A short canopy under the shadow of ancient trees,

This stick helped me cross the east side of the bridge.

Wet by clothes, apricot blossom rain,

Blowing your face is not cold.

Spring outing in Qiantang River

Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Birdsong stream

Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

In Chuzhou, Xixi.

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Alone, pitied by grass and streams,

There is an oriole singing in the tree.

The rain brought by the spring tide comes late and urgently,

Wild crossing, no boat crossing.

6. Help me find ten ancient poems about flowers and trees.

Ancient poems and famous sentences describing autumn curl up in the autumn wind, and waves in Dongting Lake curl up under the leaves: describing the breeze blowing.

Dongting: Dongting Lake, in the north of Hunan Province. Waves: microwave flooding.

Muye: Yellow leaves. Chu Ci of the Warring States Period Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs, Lady Xiang" is sorrowful and indignant! A bleak, withered grass, withered, if it is a long trip, the mountain climbing near the water will also be bleak: lonely, depressed.

Liao Li: Desolate. If you travel far away: It seems that people travel far away.

In the Warring States Period, Chu, Song and Yu argued that the autumn wind started, the vegetation turned yellow, and the geese returned to the south. The autumn wind in Liu Che is bleak, the weather is cool and the vegetation is exposed to frost. Wei Xing has many fallen leaves, so he knows it is autumn: Lvxiang Courtyard. Tao Jin Yuanming's "Appreciating Willow, Wood and Mulberry" is a new autumn night, graceful and graceful, and the moon will be far away: describing the length of the night.

Tingting: It's far away. In Tao Jin Yuanming's "Fire in June in Wushen", it shows the whereabouts of Furong Lou, Liu Yangyue, and Furong Shu: Lotus.

In the Southern Dynasties, Yan Qiu Si looked at the cold city, and Pingchu was in the cold city: the cold has invaded the city. Look: Look into the distance.

Pingchu: Ye Ping. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation.

Write two sentences about the scene of early autumn. In the Southern Dynasties, the pavilion "Looking at Xuancheng County" is under the leaves, and the pavilion is high in autumn: horizontal.

Konoha: Leaves. Dragon Head: The mountain name is between Shaanxi and Gansu today.

In the Southern Dynasties, Liang and Liu mixed the poem "On Dressing". The fog in Jincheng was low, and the grass under Yumen was low: the grass withered. Under the tree: leaves are falling.

Jincheng: the name of an ancient county, between Yuzhong, Gansu and Xining, Qinghai. Yumen: Yumen Pass, in the west of Dunhuang, Gansu.

Write two sentences about the cold autumn scenery in the northwest. The autumn sounds of trees and trees in "Another Kind" written by the Southern Dynasty Cloud, and the autumn sounds of mountains and mountains in cold colors: autumn wind blowing, scattered vegetation, cold and noisy.

The epitaph of Bulugu's family, the wife of Zhou Qiaocheng, was written by Wei Jiuyue: auxiliary words, meaningless. Foreword: season.

Don Wang Bo's Preface to the Autumn Pavilion: The sunset and the lonely Qi Fei are the same: the name of the bird, the wild duck. Qi Fei: The sun sets from the sky, and I am lonely from bottom to top, competing with Qi Fei.

A color: the water in autumn is blue, and the sky is blue, reflecting the water and forming a color. Don Wang Bo's "Preface to Autumn Farewell" is full of autumn, and the mountains are only brilliant. Tang's Wild Hope hangs on a different scene in the forest, and the autumn color is like Luo Yangchun's Early Autumn. The mountains are cold and blue, and the autumn water flows all day: the sound of running water.

Wei's "Farewell to Wangchuan" describes the scenery in late autumn in the following two sentences: the white stone rises in the west of Beijing, and the red leaves are sparse: the stream falls, the white stone dew falls, and the red leaves fall, leaving little. Wei's Poem on Two Que Inscriptions in the Mountain is full of autumn bamboo, and the cool Wuling Song and Tang Dynasties' Poem Looking at Qinchuan is full of autumn leaves, and the night pearl curtain is not frosted. Tang Wang Changling's "Five Poems of Long Xin Qiu": "The phoenix tree in the golden well is full of autumn leaves, and the curtain of the night pearl is not frosted.

Jade pillow jade pillow looks like a withered face, lying on your back and worrying about listening to the south temple-style leaking face. Bai Yue reflects the cold pool, and autumn rain grows moss. Liu Tang Changqing's "Youchan Shuangfeng Temple" went to the wild field in the south, because the leaves had fallen, and the wind in the cold zone was not far from the autumn of North Haoran's "Huai Yue Chu Han Jiang". When you are away from home, it is cold in Qiu Lai and cool in Qingjiang. Tang Li Bai's "Appreciating the Rain" Autumn geese are accompanied by the wind. I look at each other in this village and drink my wine.

Tang Dynasty's Secretary of Xuanzhou Zhuangbie Li Bai's Lonely Place of Orange Pomelo, Lonely Place of Autumn Old Indus: People Cooking Smoke. Cold orange pomelo: The cold smoke in autumn makes the orange sleeves chilly.

The two sentences are written about human beings, orange pomelo is dark blue, and phoenix tree is yellowish, showing a late autumn scenery. Tang Li Bai's "Qiudeng Xuancheng Xietiao North Building" Huang Yun yellow birds, autumn dusk trees. Tang Du Fu "In late autumn, Changsha Cai Wufeng sent Liu Yin to join the army at a royal drinking banquet, and Yu Fengzhou returned to Shanxi Province". The fishermen who stayed there are still vague. In the clear autumn, swallows come and stay there for two nights.

So: still. Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity is in Qujiangtou, Xiakou of Zhaitang, and Wan Lifeng's smoke meets autumn sand on the far shore of Tang Du Fu's Eight Poems of Autumn Prosperity. In the evening, even the mountains are illuminated, and the autumn in the sky is near. The moon on earth is clear, and Du Fu of Tang Dynasty cries in August and autumn. My home is Sanlian Caotang. cogon

Describe the scene of vilen in late autumn: the wind blows the thatch on the vilen and the wild fire burns the withered mulberry trees. Don Cen Can's "To the Girder, But Send to the Mad Lord" Autumn wind moves Wan Li, and the sunset glow is high. Tang Dynasty's "Gongbei Qiuxing sends Cui Mingyun" came back to life, and the cold came back to life: sunset, dusk.

Turbulence: A criss-crossing river. Zhang: A steep mountain peak.

In Qi's "Mid-Autumn Festival on the West Peak of Nanshan Mountain, the title of Lord Lan Ruo", in the voice, when ten thousand people take pictures, the sun sets. Tang Qianqi's "Topic Su Gong Lin Pavilion" Lai Su rested, and the autumn air in the empty mountains was clear. Su Yu: It rained last night.

In Tang Liduan's Walking with Wei and Jin Dynasties in Maoling Mountain, the rain is green, the frost garden is red and the weeds are green. Closed: full.

It means that after the rain, the path in the yard is covered with green grass, and the garden is covered with red leaves after frost, and the courtyard is desolate and lonely. Tang Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai is clear in the mountains and clear at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Two Poems of Autumn Colors" tries hard to get to the heart, but I don't know that spring colors are crazy and clear: autumn colors are clear and clear.

Hey: Encourage. Liu Yuxi's Two Odes to Autumn depends somewhat on violet. Looking back at the west wind, he described the lotus leaf leaning eastward in the autumn wind, which hurt the autumn mood.

Mu's "Two Couples in Qi 'an County" painted a cold red candle screen, and a small fan fluttered over the fireflies, and a small fan: a thin silk round fan. These two sentences describe that the red candle emits cold light in autumn night. According to the picture, the girl is chasing firefly mountain with a delicate round fan.

Don Mutu's Autumn Night and Night in the Day Order are as cool as water, and he lies down to watch Day Order and Petunia Weaver Star: the steps in the palace. Autumn Night by Tang Du Mu, the autumn shadow lingers, and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the rain. Although it was autumn, it was cloudy for several days, so there was no serious frost.

The dry load in the later period also came out from this. Listen to Yuji: The rain withered lotus, monotonous and desolate.

Tang Shangyin's Love in the Snail Pavilion and Cuizhou When Shan Ye was drunk in autumn, Bai Chi's old song titled Jianwu's Autumn Night Mountain Residence: "If you go to the wild goose and live in silence, who will weave new snow?" Shan Ye is drunk in autumn, and half a month is full. "

The old tree is autumn, and the empty pool is soaked in moonlight. Tang Deren's Sleeping on the Pool is better than the spring night, and the frosty days in Wan Li are quiet and lonely. Yu's Autumn Moon (also known as.

7. Poems about trees

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. ("Liu Yong")

Huayang has no talent in pods, and the curtain falls all over the sky. ("Late Spring" Han Yu)

Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. ("Fengle Pavilion Youchun" Ouyang Xiu)

There are few catkins blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea. ("Dead Hua Lian" Su Shi)

On one side of the boat, Qian Fan races; At the head of the sick tree, every year is a spring shower. ("Reward Lotte Yangzhou for the First Time" Liu Yuxi)

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass. ("Yellow Crane Tower" Cui Hao)

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers. ("Mountain Walk" Du Fu)

The trees and eaves set each other off, and no one knows that the outside world is very cold. ("Huaqing Palace" Wu Rong)

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. ("Plum Blossom" Wang Anshi)

8. Poems about trees

tree

If you are a tree,

A tree that can explore the world of mortals,

Then let me be the dirt under your feet, okay?

Give me everything before you know it,

Look up at your tree quietly,

Share the pain in your heart silently;

If you are a tree,

A tree that can explore the world of mortals,

Then let me be a seagull and rest on your branch, ok?

Let me hear the endless pain in your heart,

Quietly listen to your heart;

If you are a tree,

A tree that can explore the world of mortals,

Then let me go your way, okay?

Because you went through the stage and won the pain,

Let me give you my heartfelt wishes,

Take away the endless bitterness in your heart;

Let you feel the temperature of my inner concern;

Just because you are a tree,

A beautiful tree! ! !

tree

My life is coming to an end

I am a dying tree.

A tree full of infinite longing for life-

I still remember that a cup of loess gave me the faith in life and the sustenance of my roots.

I still remember that a drop of water moistened my love and gave me the vitality of my stem.

I still remember that a ray of sunshine gave me the motivation to struggle and the prosperity of leaves.

I am full of infinite longing for life, but ...

My life is coming to an end

I am a dying tree.

A tree full of infinite regrets about life-

Before I can fly freely in the sky like a bird

My roots have been deeply rooted in this hot land.

I didn't live like running water.

My leaves have begun to wither.

When I haven't experienced the vicissitudes of the world like a man

My roots have begun to rot and tremble.

I am full of infinite regrets about life, but ...

My life is coming to an end

I am a dying tree.

A tree that no longer regrets life—

I am very happy when I feel birds flying over my head.

I was very happy when I saw my green body reflected in the stream.

I am very happy when I see people leaning on my shoulders to enjoy the cool and enjoy the cool.

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My existence has given you, him and me so much happiness and happiness.

I'm so satisfied

No longer feel sorry for life

Look, the new green under your feet.