Can anyone provide some topics for writing poetry? About nature. As long as the subject matter. Up t

Subject matter? Isn't that the blue sky and white clouds, the mountains and flowing water, the birds and the trees, etc.

Here are a few examples of modern poems describing nature, including those written by some famous people:

1.Han Dong "My Earth":

Turn the earth in front of the window into flowers, into flowing water and green mountains, into you and me and spring.

2.Shu Ting's "Bird" Jian Dou:

A bird flies by, and the sky is clear.

The sound is melodious, the world is wide, and I want to ride the wind wings to repair.

3.Kitajima Na closed "Butterfly":

Suddenly, a butterfly flew by, like a small flower, floating, the flowers floated, the butterflies floated, and there was a group of butterflies floating in the blue sky.

4.Xu Zhimo "Farewell Kangqiao":

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

The years urge people to grow old, the spring silkworms are dead to the end, and the wax torch turns into ashes and tears begin to dry.

5.Xu Zhimo's "Autumn Night Will Dawn Out of the Fence to Welcome the Cool":

The embankment is full of wind and waning moon.

**Into the eyes, the firefly meander.

No one looked at me alone.

6.Yang Yu "Secluded Mountain":

The mountains are not tired of being high, the sea is not tired of being deep, Zhou Gong is spitting and feeding, and the world is in the heart.

7.Gu Cheng "Green":

The mountain peaks are like cutting, the waves are below, and the level is created.

The grass and trees are verdant, and the people are like green, dotted among them.

8.Yu Guangzhong "Taipei in a Teacup":

We are in the teacup, we are in the city of Taipei, like a plucked note, like a person who comes after and becomes a new person.

9.Qian Zhongshu "Garden":

The gold belt is around, dancing lightly and twisting slowly.

The red fan is pulled up, the slanting sun shines on the waves, remembering the treasure in the palm, and the cold tears are dropping.

Su Shi's "East Fence Pleasure House":

Lin Dong cracked the flowers and thanked Chunhong, too hurried.

Helplessly, the cold rain came in the morning, and the wind came in the evening.

Rouge tears, drunk together, when heavy.

Since people grow hate, water grows east.

It's as if the green inkwell is upside down, and it's green everywhere

Where to find so much green: dark green

Light green, tender green

Verdant, pale green

Pink green is so green that it turns black

Surprisingly green; The wind is green, the rain is green, the water that flows is green, and the sun is green; All the greens were clustered together, huddled together, overlapped, and silently intertwined. Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if the dance instructor was directing, and all the green was neat.

Fluttering together to the beat February 23, 1979.

Guangdong State Guest House.

1. Nature is a composer who composes countless pleasant natural sounds, and the wind and waves are his great creations; Nature is a poet who recites beautiful passages, and the forest garden is his beautiful feeling.

2. Nature is a writer who writes the most moving stories, and the chapters of his stories are full of flowers and flowers; Nature is a painter who paints countless colorful paintings, and the rivers are his colorful brushwork.

Nature is a painter who creates colorful paintings, and nature is a performer who plays intoxicating music.

Friend, it's spring.

Dispel sorrow and wipe away the tears of defeat.

Smile at the sun.

Although there is no torrent of flowers.

Wash away the shackles of winter.

Rushing with the fragrance of alcohol.

Flooding in plains and mountain passes.

Although there is no waterfall of bird songs.

Thousands of silver beads were splashed.

Scattered in the foggy dawn.

Rolling on the boulevard at dusk.

But wait. Once the thunder starts.

The clouds fled in a hurry.

It was the most beautiful and best dream.

Maybe it came brilliantly overnight.

Yes, there is still a chill.

There are also frosty troubles.

If you listen.

On the Wulao Peak, the wind is still howling.

Trembling valleys.

It's like howling together.

But there are already a few small cuckoos with small ears.

Like a flame that cannot be extinguished.

Warm the heavens and the earth.

Even Yun'er no longer floats on him.

Friends, let's say.

Spring is beautiful and abundant.

It's because it's gone through the last <>

The garden is full of red fruits.

The tall piles of rice on the farmer's drying field are piled up.

Pull a net full of laughter and talk about Bu opened the fisherman's face.

Winter clothes warmed the hearts of the warriors in the sky.

Outside the sunset, pick up the stone chips of the thin book.

Throw yourself at the reed water.

It doesn't matter if it's deep there, it's shallow here.

Watch a line of geese carrying the golden autumn.

【Sounds in the countryside】Xu Zhimo.

The boat du in the shade of the weeping willows

Gentle gusts of early autumn breeze, dao

Blowing up the inside of the water.

The ripple velvet blows the sound of the countryside on both sides of the strait.

I sat alone by the window of the boat, watching the waves of a river, and listening to the sounds of the near and far

Once again, I have a tacit understanding with the scene of my childhood!

This is the call of a crisp child, the work on the field is varied, and the dog barks and the rooster cries by the bamboo fence

But this gratuitous sadness and sorrow!

White clouds flying in the blue sky:

I want to put the annoying years, I want to entrust the annoying love to the endless ethereal;

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 a grass flower by the pool, natural distinctiveness.

Winter mornings.

Pushkin (Russian 1799-1837).

Frost and sunshine, what a wonderful day!

Charming friend, you are sleeping peacefully.