The old tree should also be a modern poem Forget who wrote it.

Old Tree" Deng Hainan.

It was born without me, and when I die, it will still live.

How short a person's life is, like a flower blooming in early spring and falling in late autumn.

Love, joy, and even pain are all precious gains in life.

Maybe life is really a dream, and flowers will bloom in dreams.

I weave joys and sorrows into wreaths and write poems to tell tomorrow.

And it doesn't know everything, I'm living, and it's just living.

Oh, fortunately, I am not a long-lived old tree, no matter how long I live, there will only be wood and silence!

Old tree plum.

Old trees rotate in growth rings.

Got rid of shyness.

In the faint winter sun.

A lonely piece of wood.

The vicissitudes of the sea of clouds The mother-in-law in the south.

Crying in **.

She misses the old trees in the courtyard.

I really want to smell the old trees.

Chilly breath.

It's hot and dry noon in the summer.

Old trees stretch their branches and leaves.

Hold up a cool piece for the busy mother-in-law.

Flocks of foraging birds leap up and down.

Silly boy, this is your grandfather's private talk from another world.

Decades of years.

The mother-in-law looked peaceful.

Late at night, the head of the bed** suddenly sounded.

The mother-in-law on the other side of the line said again.

I saw under the roots of the old tree.

The earthworm's curled body straightened.

Bees flutter on the tips of the branches.

Don't forget to go home and eat the fruit when it's ripe.

My mouth smacked unconsciously.

Through the thick night.

I seem to see an old tree.

Melt in the warm spring sun.

The mud was everywhere.

An inexplicable happiness and sorrow.

Old trees. Burrow.

The old tree is really old.

The old tree is so old that it remains.

Hard bones.

No one guessed.

What a tree is this.

Even the ninety-year-old lady in the village.

It is only known that it is called an old tree.

Old tree is a very kind two words.

Just like we call Lao Wang, Lao Liu, Lao Li, ......

The old tree is the elder of the village.

It's like we call grandpa, old lady, old uncle, ......

That year, the village was engaged in planning.

To sawn off the old tree said the village chief.

Old trees do not bloom and do not bear fruit.

The village chief is as powerful as he is.

The villagers dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

It's a little girl's words.

Protects old trees.

The little girl said the village chief's grandfather.

Old trees do not bear fruit.

But an old tree can be full of birds.

It's a lot, you can see for yourself.

Old Tree Loulis.

An old tree, facing the low-hanging sunset, sat silently for centuries. The vast sky, white clouds, gather and disperse. The dim eyes, watching, a distance of the sky, turned into a lonely totem.

Heavy days, one by one, fell into the dry soil. The wrinkled years are moored on the face, rippling in circles, endless thoughts, peeling off the wasted youth.

In the small fragments of the season, you are still holding up the sky with the palm of your hand. A few white clouds brought in occasionally, stepping on the empty and peaceful moonlight, washing the shadows of the trees in the autumn wind.

Broken branches, stinging endless sentimentality. The accompanying heart lamp, sitting on the branches of the season, picking up the plum fragrance of last night's resentment. Take the loneliness of the whole autumn into your arms, and peel off the layers of memories in the annual rings of a tree.

Once, stepping on the fresh soil, tender green, in the branches, penetrating every inch of moss, sowing all the fragrance to the fruitful season.

Now, the tired leaves are quietly falling, turning into fertile soil along the lines of residual thoughts. All the hardships and pains protect the roots of the underground.

At this time, the trickle injected into the body, can be measured, this is as deep as the love of the sea.

Example 1: In late autumn, a few remnants remain on the tops of old trees, and small flowers bloom on the cold vines, creating a desolate and desolate artistic conception.

Example 2: In late autumn, the leaves should be falling and the flowers are withering, but the old trees still have residual leaves, and the cold vines are still blooming with "fine flowers", creating an artistic conception that there is still a glimmer of vitality in late autumn. (Other views can be put to reason).

2) (3 points).

The poet lives in a foreign land, is displaced, and faces the sad scene of late autumn and the current situation of continuous war, revealing the helplessness and melancholy of having a home to return; (1 point) "Don't think about home" expresses the poet's longing for peace and chaos and peace of mind, and (1 point) his deep yearning for a peaceful life. (1 point).