Poems about ancient trees

1. What sentences describe ancient trees? 1. The branches are full of vitality and covered with wrinkles of the years. Looking at this branch alone, it seems to have died, but there is a sad historical shape stretching here. At the top of this branch, so many fresh lives suddenly gushed out, melodramatic and transparent.

2. On the gentle slope between the village and the mountain, the ancient trees with luxuriant branches and leaves are tall and straight, with overlapping crowns, staggered branches and leaves and thick green clouds, adding a mysterious and dreamlike color to the whole hut.

Facing this thousand-year-old tree, I am thinking that the ancient tree, with its vicissitudes and heavy history, bears the whole process of human beings from ignorance to civilization.

4. If we can understand the vicissitudes of ancient trees, understand the ancient echoes of ancient trees, feel the soul of ancient trees and understand the inner spirit of ancient trees, then we can reach the realm of others.

As a man of flesh and blood and thought, he should be like an ancient tree, without fear of frost and heat, bad environment and climate change. Once he takes root, he will continue to grow tenaciously.

6. And this tree will last for a thousand years, forever. Crown, branches, trunks, roots ... everything that used to be poetic is now poetic. It seems that everything has vanished, and everything seems to remain the same forever.

7. Trees play a great role in human beings.

8. Looking up at a century-old tree, the vicissitudes of life are engraved with the traces of time. Whispers, Xia Feng swept her face, dark green leaves swaying, continue to stare at the world of mortals.

9. The old tree gave birth to a child and soared into the sky. This old tree is towering and magnificent.

10. There are few ancient branches, and the dead branches rejuvenate. If Lou Gen can tie a horse, Tibetans will be hungry.

Black berries are older than moss and newer than burn marks. Going to Jiangpu is a guest sacrifice to the gods.

1 1. Humans are just passers-by of ancient trees. Dynasties change, spring goes to Qiu Lai, ashes disappear, and trees are people.

12. Like an ancient tree, never show off your brawniness and height, but show the world your concise, unpretentious and down-to-earth charm.

13. Facing this thousand-year-old tree, I wonder how small and insignificant human beings are in front of it.

14. Facing this thousand-year-old tree, I am thinking that this ancient tree, which has been consistent for thousands of years, is true and kind, and its lush style has given us many poetic reverie.

15. At this time, I seem to be on a hill full of ancient trees. Looking around, the mountains are towering and green. Overlooking the whole village, the houses with grey walls and blue tiles are patchwork, simple and elegant.

2. The poem about trees is 1. There are many trees and plenty of herbs.

(Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains.

(Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")

3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door.

(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")

Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.

(He Zhangzhi: (Liu Yong))

Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

(Cen Can: "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Song of Wu Going Home")

6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.

(Cui Hao: Yellow Crane Tower)

7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.

(Liu Yuxi: (Lotte Yangzhou meets for the first time))

8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be soft.

(Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")

9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses.

(Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si ")

10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

(Yan Shu: "The Recent Flowers")

How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! .

(Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")

12. A person, there is a grass stream, and there are orioles singing in the trees.

(Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)

3. The poem describing the tree is 1. There are many trees and many herbs here.

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. There are strange trees and colorful green leaves in the courtyard.

4. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries.

6. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. 7. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs.

Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. 9. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves softness.

10. Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing, old roads thin horses. 1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

12. The trees on the shore are as straight as a cloud, who will send them to the water bank? 3 Two-part allegorical saying about trees: A thousand-year-old tree is a hundred-year-old pine-a deep-rooted car climbs the tree-it shakes like a dragonfly-the morning glory climbs the tree without moving-and climbs up the green gate along the pole. Liu Tang Bai Juyi is a sad tree, and once a few people left a grudge.

Send more farewells near the Doumen, and fold the strip in half to reduce the spring breeze. At the beginning of the strange cloud in Chang' an Guangjiu, the yellow willow has been new.

The sky is different from the garden, and spring comes first. The color is light and slightly dew, and the silk is light but not dusty.

I want to break one and go back to this morning. Linchuan sees the new willow and Tang Cui, but he doesn't see the river head for three or four days, and Liu Laojin is at the bridge.

The south bank of the bank crosses the north, and it is filled with rain and smoke. The place where my hometown leads my dreams is twice as prosperous and declining as other countries.

The grass in Tingzhou is all the same color, and everyone knows how to kill it. When the wind is slow in Liutang and Cuizhang, smoke is dragged and water is blown.

If you annoy the general, you will be tied to a short branch. Zhang Lang's bones are soft and thin, and her waist is light and hungry.

My hometown has not returned, and my heart hurts. The topic of Liu Tang is all over the world, where is the shadow dance?

Emerald color can't be folded, leave more feelings. Caged on the shore after the rain, smoke on the Suihe River.

It has its own good name, followed by Qin Song. Du Mu of Tang Dynasty in Liu Xin, the wind can't move, and his waist looks like envy.

The shade didn't cover the long dike water, and the golden spike greeted Yuan Chun first. A few sad roads, a branch, the rain sees the dust.

More is the departure outside the east gate, fearing to kill the opposite person. Liu Jue said that several trees of Du Mu in Tang Dynasty have newly opened green shadows, and they are full of amorous feelings, so they are fascinated by spring.

Fan Chuan, the old country hates her, half built the village bridge and half blew the stream. Liu tang style shakes, and the embankment is soft and silky.

You'll know when you're strong, but it's hard to persist when you're weak. Learn to dance branches and turn sleeves to make up Ye Mei.

How to climb, bosom friend and poetry. A cage of gold thread bent the bridge of Liutang Hanwo, and several children broke her waist.

But the spirit and standard are there, and spring is still long. Liu Tang and Han Cong broke the green strips in willow songs and moved to Jindian to plant blue clouds.

Shang Yang's maid-in-waiting made a noise and then came back to dance with her waist. At the end of Liu, Tang and Han dynasties, the snow was pouring, the shadows were hazy, the warm wind was late, and the early warbler returned.

If you leave spring with thin leaves, you must tie the long strips to shine. Pengze is still depressed, and the Sui embankment is ownerless and reluctant.

In the world, people hate this, but pedestrians give it away. Hanwo, who was in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, couldn't resist the rain and dragged the wind, and his whole body was powerless to hang down to people.

Jade fiber is folded, like the hand of Guanyin. He Biyu in the Tang Dynasty in Liu Yong was dressed as a tree and hung with ten thousand green silk tapestries.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Liu Tang, Li Jiao, Liu Yang, dense, golden embankment evergreen.

Flowers are like snow in front of the courtyard, and leaves are like clouds between the buildings. The column is divided into Dragon Shadow and Fangchi writes Phoenix.

How to play the flute? It's like thinking about you. In the Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin lived in a small and graceful garden, which was graceful to the east of Quchi.

The fairy clothes are full of wind when she hangs down to the ground. Seven sages are better at bamboo, and three products are pine.

Heartbroken spirit and temple, the first royal jade seat is empty. By the time of Liu Tang, the snow in Jiangnan and Jiangbei described by Li Shangyin began to disappear.

Ba 'an has climbed the guest's hand, and Chu Palace has danced first. Qingming brings rain to the official road, and the night wind blows the wild bridge.

If the thread is like silk, it is hatred, and Wang Sungui has a long way to go. During the Liu Tang period, Li Shangyin danced with Dongfeng and swam in the Spring Garden.

How to get to the late autumn season, it's already sunset, and Qiu Chan laments a scene. Liu Tang Jong Li turned away from the pavilion, and spring was full of hands.

Flowers are not gorgeous, but soft and affectionate. The moon clips the river, and the wind shakes the wild warbler.

Suidi March dusk, flying catkins want to vertical and horizontal. A cluster of blue smoke locks the Luoyinyu Building in Liutang, with half-hanging columns and half-hanging ditches.

There will be more new articles next year, and the spring breeze has not stopped. Liu You is a gift given by you in ancient times, and has been reborn many times.

Five plants lean on the deep Ming house, and thousands of trees hang low in Taiwei camp. There is smoke and jade in the water, and the sound of warblers leaves rain.

Emperor Yangdi's bank was reluctant to leave, which made the song at that time blow. During the Liu Tang period, Pei Shuo brushed the dangerous building high and the dust low, and Baqiao climbed a product.

Thought is a heartless tree. You don't know how to welcome people but give them away. Wu Rong, a poet in Liu Tang, is a land of singing, and does not teach flowers as a medium.

Fine response and rain break, light only love wind shear. It's good to brush the brocade barrier, but don't build a bronze sparrow terrace.

There are thousands of trees in Baling, and they don't leave at dusk. Liu Huan's lonely gold bars are slightly coquettish, and they report to the Spring Festival first every year.

Unlock the cage and fly to extend the scenery instead of chasing flowers in the evening. Birds make cicadas look disappointed, and smoke dances and shakes water.

After five famous Taoists, I saw that the glory of species is rare. In the Tang Dynasty, Feng Xue, a delicate plant, was frightened by the wind and injured itself, and her thoughts were melodious at dusk.

I once wandered with Zimo, and dared to caress Zhu Lan to argue with her. Flying, flapping like ice and snow.

Mo Ling's road climbs frequently, and gradually plans to hang curtains to the painting hall. Ting Liu Tang Yao is a willow branch, when the porch is mixed, it hangs.

Yin is always * * * dense, and each article is appropriate. Because dependence seems to be permanent, knotting will be more painful.

Love this beautiful spring, the autumn wind does not blow. Liu Tang, Zhang Xu, the smoky land, and the buildings on the edge of the city are full of spring thoughts.

Please take a closer look at the romantic feeling, without reducing the spirit and time in the temple. Liutang Zhenggu Half Smoke and Half Rain River Bridge, Taoshan Road reflects apricot.

You will leave people with infinite meaning, and thousands of things will anger the spring breeze.

4. Praise the poem of a thousand-year-old tree or an ancient tree with mottled words.

After the storm

Witness the erosion of time

Broad space

Laugh at everyone's nostalgia

Still thick branches tell the past.

Millennium holy land, Millennium ancient trees.

Watch from a distance

Touch the rough body

Decadent souls are hollowed out.

An unparalleled inheritance of life.

Huigen of continuity

Is it care or nostalgia?

Crazy idea

Go back to ancient times

The face grows old in vicissitudes of life.

Miracles are born in the resurrection.

There are green trees everywhere

An ancient man with a white beard

Attached to the meridians of the tree

Smoothing annual rings

Take a leisurely look

Looking for passers-by who let the soul go.

Wash away the lead, the old tree is not old.

The old lady's warp wheel

Inject new vitality into ancient trees.

A passer-by stopped to watch.

5. Articles and sentences describing ancient trees I want to be a tree.

I suddenly remembered Mr. Wang's description of an ancient tree: "The branches are vigorous and strong, and the darkness is full of wrinkles." Looking at this branch alone, it seems to have died, but there is a sad historical shape stretching here. At the top of this branch, so many fresh lives suddenly gushed out, which is hypocritical and transparent. " How thorough and clear.

At this time, I seem to have climbed a hill full of ancient trees. Looking around, surrounded by mountains, full of green. Overlooking the whole village, the houses with grey walls and blue tiles are patchwork, simple and elegant. On the gentle slope between the village and the mountain, the lush and beautiful old trees are tall and straight, with overlapping crowns, staggered branches and leaves and dense Lv Yun, which adds a mysterious and dreamy color to the whole hut.

It's amazing! This is a masterpiece of harmony between man and nature. I am proud of this ancient tree, and I am proud of my hometown!

In the face of this thousand-year-old tree, I am thinking that with its vicissitudes and heavy history, the ancient tree carries the whole process of human beings from ignorance to civilization. Isn't it? Human ancestors used trees as their nests, fires, houses, tools for making trees to hunt and defend against enemies, and trees as a place to rest. Later, writing with bark recorded the changes of human beings; Take the tree as a boat and travel long distances to reach the other side of civilization; Taking trees as historical materials, the precious green heritage was given to future generations without reservation. Trees play a great role in human beings.

Facing this thousand-year-old tree, I am thinking that this ancient tree, which has been consistent for thousands of years, is true and kind, and its lush style has given us many poetic reverie. If we can read the vicissitudes of ancient trees, understand the ancient echoes of ancient trees, feel the soul of ancient trees and understand the inner spirit of ancient trees, then we can reach the realm of the other.

Facing these thousand-year-old trees, I wonder how small and insignificant human beings are in front of them. Man is just a passer-by of an ancient tree. Dynasties change, spring goes to Qiu Lai, ashes disappear, and trees are people. Qin Huang Hanwu, has it also become dirt? Trees, however, are flourishing for thousands of years and last forever. Crown, branches, trunks, roots ... everything that used to be poetic is now poetic. It seems that everything has vanished, and everything seems to remain the same forever.

Facing this thousand-year-old tree, I was thinking, if only people could become a tree! As a man of flesh and blood and thought, he should be as fearless as an ancient tree as frost, heat, harsh environment and climate change. Once he takes root, he will continue to grow tenaciously. It should be like a towering tree, its roots should be deeply rooted into the earth for tens of meters and hundreds of meters, condensing the whole meaning of life on the earth; It should rise like an ancient tree, stand out from the crowd, and show the word "competition" incisively and vividly in nature; You should never show off your brawniness and height like an ancient tree, but show the world your thick, unpretentious and down-to-earth charm; Never boast of your crown rhyme and shade, but silently support the shade of canopy to protect travelers.

In ancient stories, someone once became a fairy, butterfly, snake, Peng, crane, dragon and stone ... why didn't he become a tree?

I would like to turn into a tree, perhaps never a landscape, but as long as there is green; I would like to be a tree. Maybe I can't be a pillar, but I can match some matches.

Man, don't seek immortality for thousands of years, but seek eternal spirit.

6. Ask for a poem or word to praise a thousand-year-old tree, Cooper.

Du fu in Tang dynasty

Next to the Great Prime Minister's Temple, stands a Cooper with a green bronze trunk and a stone root.

It's raining with frost, and its blue tip is two thousands of feet in the sky.

Since the era of a great ruler and great politician, their trees are now loved and respected by the people.

Clouds come from afar, from Wuya, and the snow peaks are reflected in the cold moon.

Yesterday I found in the east of Siting that ancient rulers and wise politicians were worshipping in a temple.

His trees and strange branches make the whole landscape old, although the colors of windows and doors are fresh.

The deep roots are so firmly rooted in the ground that its lonely branches can withstand the weight of the wind.

Its only protection of natural strength, integrity makes good luck.

When beams are needed to repair a big house, although cows shake their heads, they can't move a mountain.

Although a tree doesn't write a memorial, people understand that if you don't stop cutting, who will give it to you?

Its bitter heart may now be occupied by black ants and white ants, but its scented leaves used to be the nests of phoenixes and pheasants.

Let smart and hopeful people not complain. The bigger the wood, the harder it is to use.

Borrow trees to write people.