Modern nostalgic poems and modern landscape idyllic poems, 4 poems each to help

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The modern poems of the idyllic landscape are as follows:

1. "The Quiet Sound in the Village" Xu Zhimo.

The boat was slowly flooding in the shade of the weeping willows, and the cool breeze of early autumn blew the ripples on the water surface, blowing the sound of the countryside on both sides.

I rested alone by the window of the boat, quietly watching the waves of a river, listening to the sounds of near and far, and once again tacitly understood the scene of my childhood!

This is the call of a crisp child, the work on the field, the barking of dogs and chickens by the bamboo fence: this is the gratuitous sadness and sadness!

The white clouds fly in the blue sky: I want to entrust the annoying years, I want to entrust the annoying love with the boundless ethereal - to disappear;

Reply to my simple, beautiful childlike innocence: like a spoonful of cold spring in the valley, like a white-headed milk magpie in the breeze, like the grass and flowers by the pool, natural distinctiveness.

2. "Early Spring" Shu Ting.

Friend, it's spring! Dispel sorrows, wipe away tears, and smile at the sun.

Although there is no torrent of flowers, washing away the shackles of winter, rushing with the fragrance of drunkenness, flooding the plains and mountain cols.

Although there is no waterfall of birds, splashing thousands of silver beads, scattered in the misty dawn, rolling in the dusk boulevard.

But wait, once the thunder starts, the dark clouds will flee in a hurry, it is the most beautiful and best dream!

Maybe it came in a glorious night, but there was still a chill, and there were troubles like frost.

If you listen closely, on the Wulao Peak, the wind is still howling and shaking, and the valley is trembling!

It was as if they were howling together, but there were already a few small cuckoos.

Like a flame that cannot be extinguished, it makes the heavens and the earth warm, and even the clouds do not float with him.

Friends, let us say that the reason why spring is beautiful and abundant is because it has passed through the last steep season.

Modern landscape idyll:

1."Ode to Meizhou" is a sage, Meixiang is a gift from all over the world, Hakka Na Wuhu, not looking up to the Meijiang River, and has heard Hakka songs.

2."Traveling to the Mountains and Enjoying the Mu Words" is a sage and a sage, floating clouds and green mountains, clear water and human flow, a group of fog locks the mountains and quiet, and flowers and birds are in the spring shade.

3."Guanchi" is a sage and sage, several red glows are cute, and Chi Li is happy with hibiscus. A few breezes are just right, the lotus boat is light, and the green sides are cut.

The sun is rainless and wonderful! Joy and mandarin ducks only fight. The dragonfly playing in the water was helpless, laughed at the fish, and mischievous the child.

4."White Birch" Yesenin, there is a white birch. Standing by my window.

Covered with snow. Like a silver frost. On the fluffy branches, ice cubes hung all over the place.

The fringe of the clothes made of snow ——, shiny. The birch shrouded in dreamlike silence. Golden sparks, jumping on snowflakes.

Note: Landscape idyll, one of the ancient Han poems. Xie Lingyun and Tao Yuanming of the Jin Dynasty originated from the Northern and Southern Dynasties, represented by Wang Wei and Meng Haoran in the Tang Dynasty.

These poems are known for their depictions of natural landscapes, rural scenes, and a peaceful and tranquil life of seclusion. The poetry is timeless and beautiful, the style is quiet and elegant, the language is clear and concise, and the white drawing technique is mostly used.

1, "Autumn Overture".

I'm looking forward to you in the open window, Autumn. Come on.

Cool my sideburns, with lost roses.

Generous and mystical aroma.

The early moments have been hidden in the shadows. All.

All end up in another way.

Love comes belatingly from the vast road, with a nervous pulse.

Life is so far away. Intimate view.

Weave a strip of lace and clear foam.

In the depths of the tranquil foliage over there.

A hymn to amusement.

Intertwined with each other.

Tenderness lingers.

Rising from the dirt.

Active fresh breath ......Autumn, I'm longing. Come on.

Caressed my sideburns.

2, "Autumn".

Lord, the time has come. Summer is in full swing.

Place your shadow on the sundial and let the wind blow through the pastures.

Let the branches answer the feast and know the last fruit full;

Give two more days of good weather in the south, urge them to ripen, put.

The final sweetness is pressed into the strong wine.

Whoever does not have a house at this time does not have to build, and whoever is lonely at this time is lonely for a long time, wakes up, reads, writes long letters, and keeps on the boulevard.

Wandering, falling leaves.

3, "Song of Early Autumn".

Look at this autumn in the smell.

Arrival. Everything is still like summer;

The color did not change at all auspicious, air.

Grows clearly on green and white.

The shade of the trees becomes heavy, and the fields.

Plump. Flowers bloom everywhere.

Proust had collected time in.

The child's cake will understand.

This kind of ambiguity--

Summer is still raging, and a wisp of smoke.

It is rising from the earth, proving that autumn is looking for us.

But every season is one.

Rich nostalgia. We named them --

Autumn and summer, winter, spring --

As if to loosen off spiritually.

our emotions and give them an outward form.

We want something that is certain and solid.

But I was taken back to my childhood, and it wasn't.

I will, be there.

Autumn is bonfires, pachinko, smoke;

I leaned against my window, surrounded by memories in the air.

When I say autumn, autumn is broken.