Write modern poems about plants the shorter, the better .

1, "Rape Flower": From south to north, a yellow, from west to east, a yellow, with the blowing of the spring breeze, like a golden ocean, the waves are higher than the waves, like wandering in the arms of the mother.

2, "Peach Blossom": Whenever I open the window and look around, you will open your mouth and sing loudly, only to see you pick up your pink horn and blow out a beautiful song, as if you are happily telling something, I thought for a while, oh. It turns out that you are telling people about the arrival of spring.

3, "Leaves": In February and March, the leaves are green and green, and in May and June, the leaves are dense and thick, falling down and becoming bald, when is that.

Modern poems about plants are as short as possible.

Bingxin's modern poems about plants include "Tender Green Buds".

Original text: The tender green buds and the youth say: "Develop yourself!" ”

Pale white flowers, and the youth said, "Contribute yourself!" ”

The crimson fruit said to the youth, "Sacrifice yourself!" ”

"Tender Green Buds" is a poem made by Bing Xin, selected from "Stars and Spring Water". The poet uses the growth of plants as a metaphor for the growth of young people, and exhorts young people to work hard, constantly enrich, improve and develop themselves, and be willing to make greater contributions and sacrifices to human society.

The whole poem eulogizes the vitality of youth, praises a full and meaningful life, urges people to forge ahead, urges people to move forward, and gives people the courage and strength to move forward, which is full of positive significance.

Sycamore trees. The autumn rain swept across the sky of the campus, the leaves of the sycamore trees withered, and I saw the plane tree standing next to the road, I heard that it was the tree that the phoenix likes to perch on, elegant, mysterious, noble ......

It in the rain, a hazy figure.

It is also like it in the scorching sun, with a majestic posture.

The students under the tree, holding the heavy book, absorbing the knowledge in the book, the picture is too sacred.

My beloved campus.

My beloved Sycamore.

My beloved tree.

The day is not everywhere, and youth comes naturally. Moss flowers are as small as rice, and they also learn to bloom peonies. ......Yuan Mu (Qing Dynasty).

Bing Xin: The Tender Green Buds" is very good.

Lala is called the student party.

Tree by tree, tree by tree, standing alone from each other. The wind and the air tell them the distance. But under the cover of the earth, their roots stretch out, in the depths of the invisible,

10 short modern poems about plants are as follows:

The tree by my window, the tree by my window. I close the windows when night falls, but never close the curtains. So as not to separate you and me, you are a hazy dream shadow rising on the earth.

Thou hast drifted like a puffy cloud, and thy light tongue preached everything in a loud voice. Not everything makes sense, but the tree. I have seen the wind shake you, if you had seen me sleeping in this house. You will see that I too have been violently stirred, almost swept away by a storm.

That day, fate was a child's play that day, and it bound the two of us together. You are affected by the outside climate, and I am the inner storm.

A silvery mist of dust rises from the ground. My hands are out of reach, you have risen so high. Oh**. I can't reach it, and you're full of flowers towards us.

No other flower can bloom, such strong and pure white petals. There is no other flower that can be separated from such a rare white ridge trapped with silver, and then separated**. Oh white pear blossoms, you cluster flowers are closed. Anger on the branches, with your purple heart. Bring summer, bring ripe fruit.

Maybe you don't feel sad because of this, the crab claw flowers burst into flames along the clay pot. And in the silence you turned back together, and you gestured to the window. In the crimson despair, in the tangle of cyan tendons, you begin to speak naked. There is body fragrance overflowing, and the petal is closed.

Spit out, another petal. Crab claw flowers, horizontal. Occupy all the Sakura fingers on your forehead, and at the most beautiful moment you begin to speak of pain. The branches and leaves are relaxed, and the sound of water in the stems fills the ears. You are stunned, at the moment when the flower bursts like a wound.

It is the third day of the third month of the lunar calendar, and the begonias in front of the door are scattered all over the place. Flowing into a stream of flowers, I know very well that you will never return. But I'm still used to waiting for you, cold and summer. You don't know me, look at how many begonia flowers.

The streams are anxious to flow to the ocean, but the tides are eager to return to the land. In front of the hedge of green trees and white flowers, he waved goodbye so easily. Twenty years after the vicissitudes of life, our souls return night after night. When the breeze blows, it turns into a lush ridge and a fragrance full of gardens.

6, "Ode to Little Grass".

You hide in the corner of the wall and fall asleep, spring awakens your sweet sleep, you stretch your tender hands, and raise the style of the garden.

7, "Pinjialan".

It's a grass. A grass that does not produce seeds. As long as she is given a height, she can be vigorous, and on the downward path, there are countless upward minds.

8, "Peach Blossom".

Whenever I open the window and look around, you open your mouth and sing loudly, only to see you pick up your pink horn and blow out a beautiful song, as if you are happily telling something, and I thought for a while, oh. It turns out that you are telling people about the arrival of spring.

9, "Leaves".

In February and March, the leaves are green and green, and in May and June, the leaves are dense and thick, and they fall down and become bald, and when is that?

10, "Rape Flower".

From south to north, a piece of yellow, from west to east, a piece of yellow, with the blowing of the spring breeze, like a golden ocean, the waves are still higher than a wave, like wandering in the arms of a mother.

1. In front of my window, there is a birch tree, as if coated with silver frost and covered with snowflakes. The fluffy branches, the snow-embroidered lace are chic, the bunches of flower spikes are blooming, and the white tassels are picturesque. In the hazy silence, the jade stood this white birch, and in the brilliant golden light, shining with crystal snowflakes.

The birch wandered around, and the belated morning glow smeared another layer of silver brilliance on the snow-capped branches. The fallen leaves fell, and I picked up a fallen leaf.

2. Being a plant is far simpler than being a person, you can feel the sunshine and rain, you only need to think about how to grow taller and grow up all day long, no one is hypocritical and sophisticated, if I choose, the first choice is rice, accept the care of farmers, from sowing to fertilization, from pest removal to harvesting, the process of life is simple, always with concern or reverence, you can also do flowering and fruiting trees, with sincerity from the soul, accept expectations and blessings, even if it is a grass, with countless grasses, together from bright green to yellow, do not have to go to the world, the path of twists and turns, Circumvent the trap of **, you see, how free it is to be a plant, more casual, easier and happier than today's people.

Tree by the window.

Frost: The tree by my window, the tree by the window, I close the window when night falls;

But never close the curtains, lest you and I be isolated.

Thou art the hazy shadow of a dream rising on the earth, thou art as a floating cloud, and thou art everything that your light leaf tongue preaches in a loud voice, not all of which makes the most sense.

But O tree, I have seen the wind shake thee.

If you had glimpsed me sleeping in this room, you would have seen that I had been violently stirred up, almost swept away by a storm.

That day, fate was a child's play that day, and it bound the two of us together.

You are affected by the outside climate, and I am the inner storm.

Pear Tree Hilda Doolittle.

Silver dust mist.

Rising from the ground.

My hands are out of reach.

You rise so high.

Oh**. I can't reach it.

You're coming to us.

No other flower can bloom.

Such firm and pure white petals.

There is no other flower from such a rare **.

Then isolate the **.

Oh, white pear blossoms.

You are in clusters of flowers.

Anger on the branches.

With your purple heart.

Bring summer, bring ripe fruit.

Plantains, worms in the belly, comfort, cotton babies, more culture. Longevity treasure. Cure evil spirits. Scud.

"Peach Blossom".

Whenever I push open the window.

Look around. You're going to open your mouth.

Sing out loud. I saw you pick up your pink horn.

Blow out a beautiful song.

It's like she's happily telling something.

I thought about it for a while.

Oh, so you're telling people about the arrival of spring.

3, "Leaves".

February 3rd. The leaves are green and green.

May-June. The foliage is dense and thick.

Boom and boom and fall down.

Turn into a bald head. When was that?

1. Pear tree.

Hilda Doolittle.

Silver dust mist.

Rising from the ground.

My hands are out of reach.

You rise so high.

Oh**. I can't reach it.

You're coming to us.

No other flower can bloom.

Such firm and pure white petals.

There is no other flower from such a rare **.

Then isolate the **.

Oh, white pear blossoms.

You are in clusters of flowers.

Anger on the branches.

With your purple heart.

Bring summer, bring ripe fruit.

2, lotus, faint incense, faint affection, faint elegance, faint lotus, love your light, love your elegance, love your mud and not stained, pick flowers in front of the pool, faint fragrance attracts butterflies "Little lotus only shows sharp corners, there are dragonflies standing on their heads" Ask this poem, praise this lotus Nothing can come quietly, go quietly The wind takes away your intoxication, the rain ushers in your refreshment, the wind is your companion, you are the angel of dreams, your clear, your quiet, I am drunk, I am fascinated Oh, the lotus ......

Modern poems about plants.

Rape Flowers" from south to north, a piece of yellow.

From west to east, it was yellow.

With the spring breeze blowing.

Like a big golden ocean.

Wave by wave is still higher than wave.

It's like wandering in your mother's arms.

"Rape Flower" from south to north, a piece of yellow, from west to east, a piece of yellow with the spring breeze blowing, like a golden ocean wave, a wave is higher than a wave, like wandering in the arms of a mother.

When the time for the botanical garden came, I didn't take it away.

If you don't eat the good ones, you can eat the tender grass and eat it, you can eat it tonight, you like it, you like it, you like to breathe, and you can breathe "Rape Flower".

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It's far easier to be a plant than a human.

You can feel the sunshine and rain.

All day long, I just need to figure out how to grow taller.

No one is hypocritical and sophisticated.

If I had to choose, rice would be preferred.

Accept the love of farmers.

From sowing to fertilizing, from pest control to harvesting.

"White Birch".

Yesenin was in front of my window, and there was a birch tree, as if coated with silver frost, and covered with snowflakes.

The fluffy branches, the lace embroidered by the snow is chic, the bunches of flower spikes are blooming, and the white Suliu is picturesque.

In the hazy silence (there is no punctuation here.) ）

The jade stands this white birch, in the brilliant golden glow (there is no punctuation here).

Sparkling snowflakes.

The birch wanders around (there is no punctuation here).

The morning glow is belated, and it heads to the snow-capped branches (there are no symbols here).

Another layer of silver brilliance.

Tree by tree, tree by tree, standing alone from each other. The wind and the air tell them the distance. But under the cover of the earth, their roots stretch, and in the unseen depths, they entangle their roots.

Fallen leaves Index finger I picked up a fallen leaf and looked at it carefully and thoughtfully The wrinkles on the shriveled leaves were deep The veins on the back of the leaves were like green tendons full of swelling There was no golden glory color Just a blue-gray face It used to be so plump and bright The dark green leaves sparkled with hope There was a fierce argument in the storm The shade was comfortable and cool under the hot sun Now in the cold current of fate, you are an unexpected encounter for me, and it is also my sudden joy.

To the Oak Tree Shu Ting, If I love you, I will never be like a climbing flower, Showing off yourself through your tall branches; If I love you - I will never learn from the infatuated birds, Repeat the monotonous song for the shade; It's not just like a fountain, it brings cool comfort all year round; It's not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your majesty. Even the daylight, even the spring rain.

A small grass, swaying its slender waist in the crack of the stone by the window, facing the sun.

Where did it come from, from the stomach of a pigeon, or a gust of spring wind.

It remains, mysterious, as if in the green, there is a wonderful story, vigorous as this high-spirited season.

I don't know when it sprouted, only that day, when I looked at the blue sky in the distance, it touched the bottom of my eyes, and in a trance, I thought it was my own shadow, enlarged in my pupils.

"Daffodils".

Daffodils make me beautiful.

Daffodil: I know your loneliness.

Daffodils you love yourself always.

I will love you as I love God.

I love you as myself.

Daffodils, I'm with you!

It's far easier to be a plant than a human. You can feel the sunshine and rain. All day long, I just need to figure out how to grow taller.

No one is hypocritical and sophisticated. If I had to choose, rice would be preferred. Accept the love of farmers.

From sowing to fertilizing, from pest control to harvesting. The process of life is simple. Always be in the company of concern or reverence.

It can also be made to flowering and fruiting trees to. Sincerity from the soul, acceptance of expectations and blessings.