1. What are the poems about "the love of mountains and rivers"

The poems about "the love of mountains and rivers" are:

1. You asked about the return date but Bashan The night rain swells the autumn pond. How can I cut off the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? ——"The Night Rain Sends to the North" Li Shangyin

2. The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world. Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can't help but look at the Magpie Bridge on the way home. If the love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? ——"Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao" Qin Guan

3. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River every day. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love. ——"Bu Shuanzi·I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River" Li Zhiyi

4. Lotus can be picked in the south of the Yangtze River, where there are fields of lotus leaves, and fish play among the lotus leaves. The leaves of the lotus are to the east, the leaves of the lotus are to the west, the leaves of the lotus are to the south, and the leaves of the lotus are to the north. ——"Jiangnan" Anonymous

5. Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king. ——"Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4" Yuan Zhen

6. Shangxie, I want to know you, and live forever. The mountains have no mausoleums and the rivers are exhausted. Thunder trembles in winter, and it rains and snows in summer. When heaven and earth are united, I dare to be with you. ——"Shangxie" Anonymous

7. Tonight, what evening is coming? The boat is in the middle of the stream. What day will it be today? I will be in the same boat with the prince. Being humiliated and treated well is not shameful. My heart was troubled and I found out about the prince. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. My heart is happy for you, but you don’t know it. ——"Song of the Yue People" Anonymous

8. The lotus leaves linger in the waves, and the wind blows, and the boat passes through the depths of the lotus. When Feng Lang wanted to speak, he lowered his head and smiled, while Biyu scratched her head and fell into the water. ——"The Song of Picking Lotus" by Bai Juyi

9. There are Fusu in the mountains and lotus flowers in the sky. If you don't see Zidu, you will see madness. There are pine trees in the mountains, and there are dragons wandering in the sky. Instead of Zichong, you can see a cunning boy. ——"Fusu on the Mountain" Anonymous

10. Small characters on red paper. Talk about smooth business. The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. It’s hard to express this feeling of melancholy. The setting sun leans against the west tower alone. The distant mountain is just opposite the curtain hook. The human face is unknown, but the green waves are still flowing eastward.

——"Qingpingle·Small Characters on Red Notes" Yan Shu 2. Words to describe love in the woods

Words to describe love in the woods:

Like-minded,

Bringing the case together. ,

Time passes,

Time passes,

Determined,

Each other pledges,

Love at first sight,

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A perfect match,

Heart to heart,

A match made in heaven,

Deeply in love,

A graceful lady,

We share joys and sorrows,

We will remain together until death,

We are in the same mood,

We help each other,

We treat each other with respect,

If we are separated,

We have a special love,

We hate meeting each other so late,

Forever,

The flowers are beautiful, the moon is full,

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Flying together,

Inseparable,

Childhood sweethearts,

Falling in love for the first time,

Staying together forever,

The music of the harp and the harp,

Love is stronger than gold,

A gentleman likes to behave 3. Poems about the woods

In the city The grove has turned green, my grove. The ants and flying insects in the grove, these humble lives, have come with spring. Under the soil, I heard the sound of earthworms crawling. I used my soft head to knock open the closed door of the soil in the grove. On the grass, I saw a group of goats swinging their long beards, and their bleating sounds shook my youth and soul. The forest was waiting for me to retire at home one day as I walked toward me with tears of happiness on my face. When I was young, I wanted to take my life savings and go to unknown mountains and forests. When one day I live in the mountains and forests, I want to sing to the accompaniment of the rustling green leaves. Singing, and when one day I am too old to sing, I want to sit down. Listening to the whispers of the leaves under the green trees, waiting for the day when I am too old to breathe, I will dissolve myself into the soil of the forest, waiting for that day, I will also become a part of the forest, become the leaves on the branches, thinking about the forest, the forest... 4. Poems about the forest

If poetry is the lightning that tears the sky apart in the forest, how can it be filled with the fishy smell of the squinting eyes, swallowing up the body curled up with anger, and the thoughts escape the ignorant worship in the air? The floating dust suffocates the throat, freedom is an extremely perfect sacrifice. If poetry is a forest, I would rather put away my greedy feet. The footsteps swimming in the middle of the troubled world are covered with gray mud, unable to withstand the heat of sunspots. The dry and dying nerve center no longer has fresh information input. If poetry is a forest, I would like to be a tiny foxtail grass. The leaves fall and grow again outside the forest scenery. Just like my stubborn belief, pick up The colorful shells with words let the green ones burn without regrets in the fire. If poetry is a forest, all the light that wants to penetrate, please purify the face of hypocritical worship of good or evil, please do not smear the words marked civilized anymore. Don’t use the hand stretched out from hell or heaven as a symbol, the clown holding up the so-called artistic pen and smeared with political paint. Please put away the cuckoo-like elves in the forest of claptrap poems. Did you know that that Which newly added green tomb does the flame dancing in the dark come from? To the oak tree Author: Shu Ting If I love you——/Lingxiaohua who will never learn to climb,/I will show off myself on your high branches;/If I love you——/Absolutely Not imitating infatuated birds, / repeating monotonous songs for the green shade; / not just like a spring / bringing cool comfort all the year round; / not just like a dangerous peak, / increasing your height, / setting off your majesty.

/ Even sunlight / Even spring rain / No, these are not enough / I must be a kapok near you, / Standing with you as the image of a tree. / Roots, clenched in the ground; / Leaves, touching in the clouds.

/ Every time the wind blows, we greet each other, / But no one / understands our words / You have your copper branches and iron trunks, / Like knives, swords and halberds; / I have My red flowers are like heavy sighs, and like heroic torches. We share the cold wave, wind, thunder and thunder; Great love, / steadfastness is here / love / not only love your majestic body, / also love the position you insist on, / the land under your feet. Commentary: Shu Ting's poems are novel in conception and rich in lyrical color; their language is exquisite and they have a distinctive personal style.

"To the Oak" is a beautiful and profound lyric poem by her. The love it expresses is not only pure and hot, but also noble and great.

It is like an ancient but fresh song that touches people's heartstrings. The poet uses oak trees as objects to express the passion, sincerity and steadfastness of love.

The oak tree in the poem is not a specific object, but a symbol of the poet's ideal lover. Therefore, to a certain extent, this poem does not simply express one's passionate love, but expresses an ideal and belief in love through intimate and concrete images, which is quite similar to the way the ancients expressed their aspirations through objects.

First of all, oak trees are tall and majestic, charming, deep, and have rich connotations - "high branches" and "green shade" are one kind of meaning, and the setting method is used here. . The poet does not want a subordinate love, nor does he want to be a swaying flower in the sky, clinging to the high branches of the oak tree and being complacent.

The poet does not want to dedicate charity to love, does not want to be a bird that sings for the green shade all day long, does not want to be the source of wishful thinking, and does not want to be a tall mountain peak that blindly supports oak trees. The poet does not want to lose himself in such love.

Love needs to be based on equality of personality, independence of personality, mutual respect and admiration, and mutual affection. What the poet wants is the kind of love where two people stand side by side and share the same boat through thick and thin.

The poet compares himself to a kapok, a kapok standing side by side with the oak tree. The roots and leaves of the two trees are closely connected.

The poet's persistence in love is no less than that of the ancients who "wish to be a winged bird in heaven and a branch on earth." The oak tree and the kapok stood quietly and firmly. When the wind blew, they swayed their branches and leaves and greeted each other, and they became connected.

That is the language of their world, the fusion of souls, and the silent understanding. The two of them stood guard like this, two strong trees, two fresh lives, and two noble hearts.

One is like a brave guard, with every branch ready to block attacks from the outside and defend the world between two people; the other is a passionate life with red flowers, willing to fight for It cheers and illuminates the future. They share the threats of difficulties and the test of setbacks; similarly, they enjoy the brilliance of life and the magnificence of nature.

What the poet wants is such a great love, with the same greatness and nobility, with the same resounding thoughts and souls, rooted in the same foundation, sharing the joys and sorrows, Warmth and coldness depend on each other. The poem uses novel and magnificent images and appropriate metaphors to express the poet's ideal view of love.

The metaphors and strange combinations of images in the poem represented the new form of poetry at that time and were of groundbreaking significance. In addition, although the poem uses novel images, the language of the poem is not difficult to understand and obscure, but has the characteristics of colloquialism. The novelty carries a fresh aura and subtle hints, giving people unlimited room for imagination.

Olive tree Sanmao, don’t ask me where I come from. Why is my hometown far away? Wandering far away. Wandering far away for the birds flying in the sky. For the gentle stream in the mountains. Wandering far away. For the broad grassland. Wandering far away. And for the olive tree in my dream. Don’t ask me where I came from. My hometown is far away. Why do I wander? Why do I wander far away? For the olive tree in my dream.