Can anyone help me think of a poem about nature? Urgent 5

1 Paradise Map.

A verdant green and shady, secluded and beautiful bamboo village.

Rivers, beaches and farmlands, reeds, white fruit trees, peach orchards.

In the dead of night, people chatted quietly, listening to the tide on all sides.

Who will haunt the heart in the dream?

There is only Langya Terrace, a famous spot through the ages.

The one in front of you is writing poetry, or what are you doing?

It's too wasteful to write on paper, and it also protects nature.

"Yi Xu Qing Fruit Planting".

Du Fu's thatched cottage has few flowers and wants to be planted today, regardless of green plums and yellow plums.

but he returned in the stalagmite street, and came in the orchard for help.

Drama planting pine. Su Shi and I used to be a teenager, planting pines all over Donggang.

The initial move of an inch of root is as trivial as planting seedlings.

In the second year, under the yellow grass, one by one to save wheat mang.

Three years out of Pengai, the mountains are full of cattle and sheep.

I haven't seen it for more than ten years, and I want to be a dragon and snake.

The night wind breaks through the waves, and the dew is fragrant.

I desire to eat its ointment, and I have cut down a hundred mulberries.

There are many obedient personnel, and the miracle medicine is slim.

Come to Qi Anye, and the road is bearded.

will open the turtle and snake cave, and do not hesitate to axe sores.

Even if you don't get Poria cocos, you should pick up fat.

The cauldron is full of people coming and out, and the frost is scattered.

Kill three Peng hatred, take a bath for five grains and intestines.

The green bones are condensed with green marrow, and the dantian glows with a ghostly light.

The white hair is the way of the feet, to make the eyes square.

But five hundred years later, the crane returned to his hometown.

The Living Water Pavilion has two feelings about reading books, one of them.

Zhu Xi's half-acre square pond was opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wandered together.

Ask the canal to be as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water.

Send the old mountain monks. Wang Jianyin started his heart according to the old house, half learning and half studying.

After the snow, I often lie down at the same seat, and I don't save two mountain dwellings when I spend time.

The hunter begs for the goose at the bottom of the arrow, and the fisherman begs for live fish at the head of the rod.

I have always been troubled by the wind and dust, and I don't know that it is difficult to get rid of decay and disease.

1. "Living Water Pavilion Reading Books".

Zhu Xi's half-acre square pond was opened, and the sky and clouds and shadows wandered together.

Ask where the canal is as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water.

2, "Sending the Old Mountain Monk".

Tang Wangjian. Because of the beginning of his heart according to the old house, he half-learned and half-read.

After the snow, I often lie down at the same seat, and I don't save two mountain dwellings when I spend time.

The hunter begs for the goose at the bottom of the arrow, and the fisherman begs for live fish at the head of the rod.

I have always been troubled by the wind and dust, and I don't know that it is difficult to get rid of decay and disease.

3. The Yellow River, our mother river.

The vast yellow earth of the sea.

It is our eternal swaddling clothes and the foundation of life.

Carrying legends. Carrying sorrow.

Carrying brilliance. Carrying hope.

also carrying a heavy sigh--

Trees on the edge of a cliff.

I don't know what kind of strange wind it is.

Blew a tree over there

The end of the plain.

On a cliff near a deep valley.

It listens to the noise of the forest in the distance.

and the singing of the brooks in the deep valleys.

It stood there alone.

Seems lonely and stubborn.

It's curved body.

The shape of the wind was left.

It seems to be about to fall into the deep valley.

But it was like he wanted to spread his wings and fly