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Modern mountaineering poems
2. What poems describe mountain climbing? 1. "Climbing Feilai Peak"
Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi
There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
2. Climb Yanshan Mountain with friends
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times. Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious. The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.
3. Autumn Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will pick me up, bring a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
4. Xuanwu Mountain on September 9th
Tang Dynasty: Lu
Looking at the mountains and rivers on September 9, returning to the heart and looking at the wind and smoke.
In another country, drinking Jinhua wine, Wan Li shares the same sorrow with Hongyan.
5. Five ancient peaks of Lushan Mountain
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Wulaofeng is located in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, towering like the blue sky, like a blooming golden lotus.
I can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jiujiang when I reach the summit, and I will build my nest here in Yun Song.
3. Modern poem about maple leaf 1, maple leaf
Author: anonymous
A maple leaf
Blown away by the wind
Say goodbye to the roots' affection.
Single comb
A vague past
Pick up the unruly and frivolous.
Watch the meteor
Cut through the vast sky
Ren yueliang
Turn over a gentle heart.
The moonlight evoked memories of maple leaves.
Yesterday's happiness
The feeling of great changes in personnel and scenery
Those so-called love stories
Quietly wet with dew
Miss,
Can only be washed repeatedly in autumn.
Naked Jane
Be used as a bookmark
Sandwiched in the title page full of love.
Open your eyes.
But I can't appreciate the beauty in the book.
Yellow leaves
Unable to erase
Traces of vicissitudes of life
2 "Maple Leaf"
Author: tap the strings
The fiery red subverts the green.
A misty mountain is full of abyss.
Standing between smoke and red leaves
But I can't see anything.
You can't turn a blind eye.
When the rustling sounds, the red leaves flutter.
Yes, you can't see it in the abyss.
If there is a rope, it will climb.
The maple leaf swept overhead.
Can you tell the difference between green and abyss?
The poem "Mountaineering" is about climbing Xu Tang.
Walking on the bird path, I don't know how tall I am
There is no world in the near future, when Chu sees the waves.
The cliff is as thin as the top.
The macaque cried and dispersed, calling to the people on the other side.
Wang Anshi and Deng Fei Laifeng
There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Li She in Mountaineering
All day, I was drunk and dreaming, and suddenly I heard Chun climbing the mountain desperately.
I'm going to stay for half a day because of the monk's words.
"Mountaineering" Yuan Mei
Burn incense and sweep the floor until the poem is finished, climb the mountain with a smile and follow the stick.
There are many Bai Yunsheng in the nosy sky.
Du Fu, Wang Yue
Nanyue is matched with Zhu bird, and the rank ceremony is subordinate to the hundred kings. Absorb the spiritual realm, hongdong semi-inflammatory prescription.
Sacrificial ceremonies in national houses are not fragrant in Germany. Loneliness leads to death, and danger leads to death today.
I love the World Wide Web, and I walk more and more in Xiaoxiang. Thirsty sunrise cliff, clear boat.
There are five peaks in Zhu Rong, and the peak is low. Purple cover is not facing alone, seeking a long face.
Hearing Mrs. Wei, the fairy spirit soared. Sometimes the five peaks are angry and the wind is like flying frost.
On Dumu Mountain
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Su Shi, title Xilin wall
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Han Yu, send doctor Yan from Guizhou to use Nanzi.
The lush and prosperous land of Bagui is here, in southern Hunan. Jiangdu there is like a green gauze ribbon, and that mountain is like a jasper hairpin.
Every household digs out bluebird feathers, and every household grows its own Huang Gan. Far more than immortality, you don't need to climb to immortality by flying Luan as a mount.
In the early autumn, the single father rewarded Dou Gongheng in the South Building. li po
The Millennium disappeared as soon as it saw the sun, and the beauty disappeared with the frost.
If you don't vote, it will be spring, and if you fall, it will be autumn.
Mount Tai and Xia Yun are craggy, and it is suspected that Bai Bo rose in the East China Sea.
Scattered like flying rain, the remote curtain rolled up and floated.
Knowing that I am sitting alone in the green porch, I have the same idea at this time.
I closed the south building, read a Taoist book, and the curtain was secluded.
There was nothing good to visit, and Ryle Gawaine gave it together.
Li Bai, the five old peaks of Lushan Mountain
Wulaofeng is located in the southeast of Lushan Mountain, towering like the blue sky, like a blooming golden lotus.
Jiujiang is beautiful, and I will make my home here in Yun Song.
5. Modern poetry about learning 1, Wen Xiaocun's "Climbing"
It's like owning a mountain.
And twinkling constellations.
You climb very high.
Your eyes are staring into the distance
Let the scenery in front of you fall.
Like a withered spring.
On that rugged road
Your steps are very difficult.
How many times from a steep height
Fall into the mountain stream of death
Your wound is full of blood and tears.
Never stop your steps.
Often you bite loneliness.
It's like biting greatness
Bite pride and self-esteem
Even if the loneliness was bitten to pieces.
You must swallow a bitter water tightly wrapped in a gallbladder.
You still don't give up.
Look up at the world from the depths of life
Maybe it's another narrow road with the same length.
Maybe on the way there.
One day you will fall down.
It's not your fault either.
Because this is a sacred choice.
2. Ai Qing's era
I stood under the low eaves.
Looking at the barren hills with ecstasy
The high and wide sky,
For a long time, I felt that I felt some kind of miracle.
I saw something flashing.
It inspires my heart like the sun,
With a loud noise on the horizon,
With a storm of screaming,
Scroll and scroll ...
I am fascinated by it and cheer for it! '
When I heard the profile of the snow-capped mountains from the clouds
The bumpy rolling sound of the ship came from the uneven road.
Like the grooms who go to the wedding.
-Even though I know what it brought me.
This is not a holiday carnival.
And some vaudeville laughter.
This is a more cruel sight than a thousand slaughterhouses,
I still ran towards it.
Use the enthusiasm that life can exert.
I'm not weak-I'm not complacent,
I am not a person who can comfort myself or deceive myself.
I am not satisfied with what the world has given me.
-Honor or shame.
Whether it's gloomy eyes or dark hatred.
And the happiness that people's eyes sparkle because of it.
I feel empty in places you don't know.
Give me a world to live in.
I always open my arms.
I asked to climb the mountain.
I want to cross the sea.
I want to meet higher praise and greater slander.
More unresolved grievances, and more deadly blows-
I want to get up from the deep ditch of time ...
No one will suffer more than me-
I am loyal to the times, dedicated to the times, but silent.
Reluctantly, like a captured prisoner.
Silence before being taken to the execution ground.
I am silent because there is not enough loud language.
Like thunder in early summer through a cloudy sky.
Release my passion to my crazy cry.
Dedicated to something that makes me so excited and surprised.
I love it more than anything I have ever loved.
I am willing to give my life for its arrival.
Pass it from my body to my soul.
I look so humble in front of it.
I even want to lie on my back.
Let its feet step on my chest like a road.
6. Seek a classic modern poem about inheriting friendship. In my childhood, I asked the wise stars, and I asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, the clever stars and the kind moon. I once asked the affectionate earth, the warm sun, how long the dream road is. Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever star, and I once asked the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I once asked the affectionate earth and the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? Childhood is a newborn green leaf, a budding bud, a blue sky and a beautiful dream. I once asked the clever stars and the kind moon. How long is the road to dreams? I have asked the passionate earth, and I have asked the warm sun. How long is the road to dreams? The night rain is light smoke, dreamy and blurred. People are also confused. The stars are shining in the sky, and the mountains and rivers are full of vitality and beautiful. Old things are presented in the outline of childhood. The years bid farewell to the past mercilessly and silently, the spring breeze is clean and flawless, and the fate has become more confident. Just like the innocent life in the past, the sky is cheerful and laughing, birds fly and the sun shines red. Looking for flowers floating in the wind, I called my mother a coquetry, and I stayed with my bed every night, vaguely psychedelic and laughing. Birds and flowers are singing in the sky, and the sun is setting, and the outline of my childhood image is presented one by one. Fortunately, girls have no worries, no hatred, no resentment, innocence and happiness. I miss my mother silently. When can I return to my arms? When will I see you in your hometown before dawn? When will you and I be together with your hometown forever? I miss you every night before dawn. When I was a child, I went to the building in pairs with you. When can I go to the building with you again? Every time I see wild flowers, I miss you. I fought with you when I was a child and wanted to climb the moon. You said you wanted me to hang my heart in the sky. When can I fight with you again? I miss you every time I see stars. When I was young, I would carve my heart into a flower tree. You said that. After two infatuations, I will always see when I can walk to the flower tree with you again and see if these two hearts are always opposed. * * * You met in childhood, and how many happy hours I spent with you were just bosom friends. Simple * * * You meet you every day, and I have never changed when I spend happy time with you. * * * Every day is not simple and innocent. Love is always in my heart. If there are troubles and difficulties, help each other shoulder to shoulder. I have never forgotten my childhood past.
7. Modern poems about chanting the moon (urgently needed) Whenever there is a full moon, I will always ask you how much you love me; You are silent and pursed your lips. In fact, I know that the moon represents your heart.
Actually, we are all the same. The moon not only represents your heart, but also my heart. Because I know that you will express your love for me with your actions, so that heaven can learn and time will tell.
"The moon represents my heart." I saw two moons: ordinary and different. One is now wearing the clothes of a bird that is open in the sky; She does not spare her kindness, and her gold and silver are everywhere.
She doesn't forget the glass of the Forbidden City, and there is her beauty among the three seas. She jumped out of the cloud, jumped into the tree and hid in the new green vine.
She is so delicate and beautiful that all the fish under the water are drunk! But she is not good at all, and always likes to spend money on small things; Sometimes I can only see stars in the sky. Without that charming round face, I will still come back then, but it's a little hard to miss! You can't see it, let alone how beautiful it is! She also has her drunken smile and subtle turn; She never lets others be generous, but you can't see my garden! What is commendable is her infinite magic, which often brings my spiritual fluctuation to Korea: I love the surging silver waves, and there are music bells in the waves; Even those ponytail bubbles are better than carved jewels. A perfect moon, the situation is never incomplete! As long as I close my eyes, she will ascend to heaven! Xu Zhimo's "Two moons" rose with the sound of the carving returning to the nest, the fish jumped out of blue light, and the piano played an ancient legend. Many unknown people's eyes rested on the birch tree, revealing their wisdom and detachment, but at night, they threw themselves into the moon with infinite tenderness. It was also the window that was cut by the old ladies who posted it on the window that night and was wrapped in ice flowers and melted in the dream. The place where the moon rises decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.
Bian walked out of context, walked, walked, and dragged the undead body to find the fragrance of the moon. Go, the fragrance of the moon is the most beautiful thing in the world. The moon is in the sky, and you are on the ground as if it were the end of the world. I am at the end of the world. Song Zu Ying's "Looking at the Moon" is in the boundless night sky. In the vast universe, my moon is desolate and small. It seems that in many impossible places, in every window full of books, I am reading it.
Looking at being illuminated also released my dim light. I watched, I was deep in the sky, trying to compete with time and the sea for that empty desire.
But I know very well that the warm flame of human beings is hard to last. In this way, in the starry night, I was thinking about how to convey my feelings and a cold heart to the moon.
I want to say to the moon: I am as eager for dawn as you are. Lonely words overflow from the keyboard to the screen.
I am willing to let the moon taste it. Night bugs clap their hands outside the window, like an old record passing through the collision of magnetic needles.
I heard the smile of the moon in my hesitation to return to the darkness, and the encouragement of the moon made the dream more fragrant. My moon passes through the clouds, and she wants to break the entanglement of the clouds.
Light and diffuse footsteps galloped in the gloom, but I did not forget to draw my thin face with condensed light. Push open the piano cover and let me compose a tune for you.
My spring is lifted under the meteor, and all the flowers and plants will be crazy for you and me. On a quiet night, I looked at the moon.
Your cold and handsome kiss made my heart panic. Ruthless years will ruin our garden, and the paradise I built will become a fantasy.
My dawn will disappear in my old age, whether your face is still bright or not. I know that in your unyielding character, the lover you chase is always the sun. My moon is desolate and small. My Sunday is full of books. I am deeply immersed in many impossibilities and think that the ocean of time and desire is empty, and the warm flame will not last long. At night, how can I pass the letter to Dawn's lonely words and reflect them on the mirror? It's like a bat hesitating in the darkness of a big dream, like an old record sliding through a dim auditory waterwheel under a lamp.
The piano broke the ban of spring, and the dust fell on my days. The first side of the music I opened for you is so dazzling, and the burning horse and meteor are so dazzling that my garden has not chosen crazy plants to mix music. I imagine the scenery and the innocent sunset. My moon is desolate and small, and it shines at night. How can I give the letter to Dawn? I was deeply immersed in Chongqing, which has lost its luster, and saw my aging face "my moon" in fickle love.
8. A modern poem about oak vines
If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off with your tall branches:
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like halberds,
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We enjoy the fog, the rainbow,
As if we were separated forever,
But they depend on each other all their lives,
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand and the land under your feet.
9. Modern poems about "life" include:
Garden 1
A seed
Rooted in the soil of desire
In the silent waiting
Compete with each other
Want to destroy and escape
Don't give up persistence and pursuit.
Subverting fantasy again and again
Rebuild hope over and over again
Like a gardener in a storm
And the garden he can't take care of.
It's time to hide from the rain alone.
Or * * * to meet the baptism of heaven and earth?
Step 2 separate
Two branches on the tree
The past in the past
Share loneliness and happiness.
The future, the future
Each one carries storms and rainbows.
The moment of separation
Maybe they all turned their backs and cried for a while.
But it is inevitable to move from intimacy to alienation.
From now on, one branch is south and the other branch is north.
no doubt
Grow into an independent individual
This irresistible pain and fate
This is no longer a good opportunity and opportunity.
I just want another branch to reach the sky.
Lush leaves
I just wish I had the same land under my feet.
Eternal fragrance
3. Time
The gentle clock ticks.
Walking in the early morning white fog
Lonely flowers petal by petal.
Stretching out on the lonely and quiet balcony
I opened the door.
A gust of wind blew.
Frolic fallen flowers
Beautiful sunshine
Talking in the air in droves.
In countless times in the past
How many branches have grown up quietly?
How many Ye Er fell quietly?
How many people smiled?
How many touching stories are there?
Start carefully.
4. I'm here
I am here, I am here.
So is my soul.
We sat face to face.
The trees outside the window are covered with green leaves.
It gets cool in autumn.
There are beautiful stories and sadness in life.
There are proud faces and humble faces in the crowd.
On the river of time, there is joy, harmony and loneliness.
In the vertical and horizontal of time and space
Everything has its joys and sorrows.
But none of them are here.
Not here and now.
On such an afternoon
We don't dwell on the past.
Let go of the distant expectations for the future.
We came to the bright window in the cool autumn.
With the common heart of ordinary people
Accept the gift of time
Enjoy the gift of life
This wind, this rain, this flower, this tree
This same but different beautiful old world
5. Son and mother
Twenty years of life
It is a perennial woody plant.
Going to Qiu Lai in spring, the years are like songs.
If the soul has a home
That must be your proper noun. There are happy elves in it.
It must be your dignified gesture to show the beauty of the world with your own beauty.
Yes, that's you.
A happy life and another quiet life.
Open your eyes and open the color of spring.
Stretch and shake off the heavy snow in a good year.
Year after year, day after day
The root of thought, the branch of experience.
Speak, grow, grow
One day, I will leave my hometown.
One day, I had to say goodbye.
However, however
Now you are nearby.
I am grateful for the initial accident.
Lay the foundation for a lifetime
The security and abundance of this heart
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