What are the poems or stories about trees?

Author: Wang Shui

Originally dressed in green.

Fried golden brown by seasonal wind

Once Yaner whispers,

Sing with Yinger.

There was no sound between the branches.

Sparse leaves

It seems to be faintly telling.

Telling the changes of time

Chunrili

You entrusted your hope to Gui Hong.

From Xiaoqiao to Jiangnan

To Mobei, peaches and plums are everywhere.

Give birth to countless dreams

Xiarili

You used to weave passion into your clothes.

Let the shade

Become a paradise for birds

And cicadas.

Qiurili

You twisted your mind into lines.

By the faint moon

Express the desolation of one season at a time.

And tragic death

In winter

You once scattered all the beautiful things on a tree.

Facing the snowy sky

You are very happy.

Silver wrapped incense

Now it's your turn.

Let the afternoon sunshine stroll.

You shake off the dead leaves.

Into a faint Bianshui.

Flow together ...

Chapter II: Poplar in Winter

Author: Liu

Poplar trees in winter,

In the cold wind,

Facing the first morning glow in winter.

Without heavy makeup,

No false appearance;

Only a tall and straight heart.

Silver season,

Snow covered the land in the north.

In the cold wind, poplars,

Has a tenacious backbone.

Hold your strong head high,

Looking at the direction of Mount Tai,

There was a cry in my heart.

Any snowstorm.

Can't stop the road ahead.

A winter poplar,

In the snow and ice,

Still strong!

Chapter III: Poplar

Author: White Powder World

Poplar leaves are thick today.

I said I saw poplars today.

Yesterday of Poplar

This is a magician's trick.

It's hard to know

Next moment poplar

Stick out a hand in one eye.

Collect all the leaves and put them in the box.

This is not impossible.

The mirror is bright and clean. Hold out your hands.

What's more, poplar.

The mysterious pattern of bark

Suspicious suitcase fullness

This tree is much stronger than last year.

Chapter Four: Hu Yangshu! Hu Yangshu

Born in the northwest

Grew up in the northwest

firmly

Settle down in the northwest

reproduce offsprings

Continue the game

Ah! Hu Yangshu

Looking at you from the photo

The image of fighting against sandstorm

A tragic scene

Attract my attention

Carbuncle bone

This concerns me.

Ah! Hu Yangshu

Never die for three thousand years

It won't fall for three thousand years.

Three thousand years of immortality

Aren't you "long live"

Your breath

Whistling through the leaves

you are

The great husband in the tree

You are the emperor in the tree.

Ah! Hu Yangshu

A decent golden orange.

Wearing a yellow robe and jacket

Is the only time in your life

The most beautiful skirt ...

Ah! Hu Yangshu

Ah! Hu Yangshu

Chapter 5: Hu Yangshu.

If the vast desert dominated by sandstorms can

Fortunately, I witnessed a piece of green. What would it be?

Is the most extravagant eye contact.

This time, Populus euphratica

Often play the leading role

Horizontal escape and vertical inclination in desolate background.

Create visual surprises.

Even if it is a thousand years old.

It is also born and not dead.

It is immortal to die without falling.

This rocky life has a simple appearance.

But exquisite enough to make all beings

Power and forbearance transcend dust.

Stand still and become a stiff backbone.

-Changes in scenery

Carefully carved by wind and frost

Hanging on the heavy branches of the years. therefore

A name is lonely in the dust.

A character is prosperity beyond prosperity.

Article 6: Hu Yangshu

Author: Emperor Taishō

130 million years ago

Hu Yangshu with a long history.

Under the scorching sun.

Charming and touching

Can be on frozen ice

tall and straight

Can be in the desert sand

Hu xuanwu

Spring is green.

Autumn is golden.

Swallow salt and eat alkali three times a day

Tears will also become people's wealth.

Chapter 7: Poplar

Author: He Xinyu

High profile,

Record the shape of the north wind.

Silence,

Walk silently to the rising sun.

Although growing on a barren plateau,

Wearing cold clothes.

And new branches,

Always stands for spring.

You witnessed my growth,

I admire your dignity.

If the cold wind comes as scheduled,

I still look at you.

The morning glow dyed your smiling face red,

The dew soaked your clothes.

You embrace the bright moon,

Bathed in a little starlight.

You draw nutrition from the depths of the plateau,

Reach into the sky and want to fly.

Follow your green leader,

My thoughts are soaring in the vast space.

Chapter 8: Under the Poplar Tree

Author: Yan Lu

There is also an earthen bag under the poplar.

The old man who just left was buried in a earthen bag.

In the white lamentation

I heard the story of the old man.

Sorrow and separation in the past

Children can't know each other.

There is still an earthen bag buried under the poplar.

An old man just left.

Poplar listens to the old man's heart.

The heart of the old man listens to the feelings of his children.

Source of reference: American Reading Network