Poems about kapok, acacia, phoenix, masson pine and banyan

In the past 300 years, Tian Han, a bird of paradise, visited a chapter of the banyan tree. Ten acres of shady birds, only kapok trees can stand side by side. The new branch is stronger than the old one. The crane can sleep in the bed of the crane, and it never makes mistakes after disasters. After all, there is heaven on earth. Acacia rachii

The most is that the branches are covered with velvet yellow.

Make people miss each other tightly

in the faint moonlight

The fragrance broke out again.

Stir up a little imbalance.

Spit yellow like this every year.

It rains in Mao Mao from time to time.

Crush the sad hearts of many lovelorn people

Ah, acacia, acacia

I miss the girl in a white trench coat.

Who do you miss, Indus?

Text/Guo Wei

A woman who loves life moved to both sides of Tuojiang River.

The life of a willow tree looking after the river has become her life.

The night she went out with a lamp was a scene of laughter among the stars.

A little star fell on her jade-like body.

Phoenix, the ancient city wall in the night

Blow off the leaves in full bloom in spring

Light green became her life.

A clear sentence made her confused.

A travel-stained traveler kept her in the dark.

She is shy. She is like an olive in a traditional dictionary.

She wrote barefoot in a river, a boat on the river.

That's her hometown, that's her hometown full of willow branches.

Phoenix, in this war-torn era

Suppressed weapons and technologies have no hometown.

In the words of the mountain god, a container for water.

Tucao yellow land for thousands of years

He wants water, a watery woman.

In this way, rouge entered her dream.

She is her, she is her water, she is the water of water.

Phoenix, how tacky the water container is.

He asked to break these utensils, and he asked to break him.

Oxcart comes from the Heavenly Palace with lanterns and colorful decorations. A car full of ancient books

Half-baked people, half-baked black pupils

Specious tone, but she still got up.

She is one of the ancient books. She opened it herself.

She read Treasure in My Heart, a graceful song.

Phoenix, this woodcut powder, this woodcut melancholy

Finally, who will collect and interpret it?

The stones are piled high, and the stones themselves are piled high.

Stones piled up in the air.

Teetering. His vanity, his wet youth

She can't reach the end of Qingshi Hutong.

Her white tower. An old monk reciting scriptures by the tower

Phoenix lives in two bells in the sky.

Thousands of years later, he died in a snowstorm on earth.

Beating eyelids. Her white pagoda

Did this ancient city collapse?

Witches of divination are addicted to impetuous fish.

The mountain god fell in love with an urban fashionable woman.

Collar-sized earrings hang on the earlobe of this ancient city.

Will this city collapse, too

Phoenix, the scriptures have no hometown.

She wiped the lime off the wall.

It's like shower gel in the bathtub.

Her heart, this city, is ancient and sacred.

It's herself. She has settled down.

Like a willow tree that lives across the river.

Phoenix, she worked as firewood for ten winters.

In ten years, she will be a willow branch.

The storyteller in the teahouse talks about Wei Xiaobao and his woman.

People are like kites, and this end of the thread is a broken paper fan.

The travel-stained traveler pressed the brim of his hat low.

The utensils with which he drinks tea are ancient.

His robe is old.

He walked in the old bluestone alley, reading a book of moss.

Phoenix, she is walking on a moss branch.

The last year of ten years is like a torch.

This ancient city has been rebuilt several times. People have rebuilt it several times.

The torch is as dusty as a traveler.

Digging, mixing blanks, bricklaying, burning, double rhyme.

Then he rose into the air at night to enlarge his shadow.

He saw the shadow walking ahead.

He saw the white tower walking in front of the shadow.

Old Phoenix walks in front of the White Pagoda.

It's the man who crossed the river, with a kind heart.

After several cycles, I found my hometown.

Crying at the willow tree. Next to Liu is the painter.

His work, Liu Liu.

Phoenix, blowing open the leaves in full bloom in spring

Light green became their life. Their hometown

Follow the familiar road

I don't want to walk alone, like a stone.

Don't want to lie alone on the mountainside

The vegetation along the way has the idea of crazy growth.

I don't want to move out in this rainy season.

The sound of insects hidden in the bushes

Don't want to miss every flower.

And a little stunner who secretly shed tears.

I want to use a shadow as big as the sun.

Cover their shadows

Relive the wind and the bird's nest on [Pinus massoniana]

Then, a person happily hit the road.

Banyan and tree worm 1, children and banyan

Interlaced gaps between tall buildings

A banyan tree

Green has become an umbrella.

(childlike) innocence

Overflow from the emerald color

A touch of green

Dispel the summer heat.

Catch butterflies, play ball and play hide-and-seek.

Stumbling steps

Left foot says now.

The right foot says the future.

A banyan tree

Record their whole world.

The color is about to drip.

Every crooked branch has a mission.

There is a kind of warmth.

There was never a sound.

eye

Green has become an umbrella.

warm

Spread to the whole community

Banyan is growing.

Laughter is growing.

2. Birds and banyan trees

An arc

The sky above the community turned into a colorful sky.

The crisp sound of birds singing.

It's been falling all morning.

One heart after another.

It's all sunflowers

The legendary deer king

Found the source of dreams here.

Lotus just appeared on the water—

Spitting fragrance in a nearby pond.

Lonely hand

Looking at the moon with coffee in hand

No longer lonely.

Sorrow written in ink

No more sadness

Yamada Keiko

Quick release of inspiration

That piece of jade in my heart

It's still glowing.

Feixiangbeihou

Who guided you?

The birds are silent.

I put my body

Close to the bottomless sky

A pair of wings

Cut off the noise of reinforced concrete

Dementia eyes

Because of you, I am radiant.

A hurried pace

Because of you, I am no longer confused.

3. Tree worms and banyan trees

The morning light began to dissipate

The melodious melody of the bird was shelved.

People who do morning exercises.

Half asleep and half awake dancing taiji sword

Narrow alley in the community

There are several people scattered around.

The street lamp that stayed up all night has lost blood.

Where the wind passes

The ground is covered with dead leaves.

Spring this year

become senile prematurely

Kitchen lights

Gently through the banyan tree.

The back is covered with stains.

Birds' wings can no longer be found on the sparse branches.

in the shade

A landscape architect walked by.

Dead branches become the acme of another kind of beauty.

Tree bugs that occasionally climb out of trees.

Confuse him.

Shishengshang

bleak

Childish innocence has gone far.

A group of tree worms

Put sharp fangs

Aim at the banyan liver.

Every tooth mark has a residue of their excrement.

Fresh blood vessel

It has become a paradise for tree worms.

KING DEER

Turn your back on the pain and choose to leave.

lonely

Lost again

Half bright and half dark moon

I will never find the light I once had.

Red bean shrub

I fell into another kind of acacia.

dream

Destined to be separated from me

That person (especially a woman)

Ignite sorrow until dawn

A banyan tree

Aged for a spring.

4. Tree worms are also nirvana.

Dark tree hole

Tree worms are covered with moldy bark.

Want to compare height with the sky

A bloodless body

There is the same thick black saliva everywhere.

"How big is the world?"

"as big as a tree hole"

After the noise of victory, the carnival began again.

Pile up a few dead leaves

Make a gesture of picking stars.

A group of tree worms joined forces on the trunk.

"I found the moon."

There is a reflection of broken glass next to it.

Mother and daughter go into battle together.

There are countless dead leaves moving here.

I dropped my vest.

The black body is covered with cancer.

"There is no incense wood.

Dead leaves burn to nirvana. "

The body of a worm

Change back to the original colors-brown and black.

after burning

There are no more bugs.

The lights are starting to come on.

sunset

The banyan tree came out of the nightmare.

This is a leafy tree.

Or wait for the next round of nirvana?

Time is not getting old.

old

It is a heart that is afraid of aging.

Mengzhiyuan

Where there is a dream, we must gather strength.

Your vision

May awaken a spring.