Modern poetry describing lakes

In ordinary daily life, when it comes to poetry, everyone must be familiar with it. Poetry is rich in musical beauty. The sentences are generally arranged in lines and pay attention to the beauty of structural form. So what kind of poetry is praised by everyone? The following is a collection of modern poems describing lakes that I have collected. Welcome to read and collect them.

Modern poem describing the lake 1

"Lake"

My footprints overlap on the lakeside

Colorful butterflies flutter in leisurely tranquility

The lake surface is rowing with my laughter lines

The green grass grows with the dream of nature

The white birch tree is engraved with poems of love

The wind of my reverie is gentle Chanting

Lake, lake, the lake I love

The spiritual body formed by the waterfall of snow lotus

The transparent blend of tears and sweat

Profound life and eternal expectation

The ultimate purity is the crystallization of beauty

I love you, lake

The child driving the boat

The strings of blue waves are flying and laughing

The old man fishing

The delicate willow melts his green figure

The sweetness of mutual support

The heart of first love trembles with happiness

Couple with child

The truth of life is revealed in the eyes

I love you, Lake

I am a green brick on your pavilion

How much joy and tenderness hold my hand

I am a water plant in your heart

How many smooth skins have a blind date with me

I am a small fish in your transparency

A boat race with a young man

I am the spring of your heart Rhythm

Ringing with the desire for life

I love you, lake

How beautiful the people are and how bright the blue sky is

Your profound blue will no longer cast a shadow

Nor will there be a sudden burst of pain

You are the lake

You reject the hypocrisy and madness of the sea, the cruelty of the sea Brutal

You are hypocritical, rebellious, crazy, awakening, violent suicide

You are the childhood of the sea, a drop of crystal that jumps out of the sea

You are harmony, you are Tranquility, you are the ideal dream that human beings look into the distance

You are profound, you are broad, you are the ultimate awakening of mankind. Modern poems describing the lake 2

"Finger Lake Facing Evening"

Finger Lakes in winter

Your smile

Set off ripples

In Jiangnan, in Meihua Mountain

This season , the lake is still warm

Nourish my heart

The jungle by the lake

The broad leaves are dancing

The passionate red leaves

Reflected in green water, dotted with green hills

The whispering of birds

Caressing my heart, forgetting everything

The fire weeds at dusk shine in In my eyes

The red glow of the evening burns on your face

I vaguely hear the echo of the friendly voice

The paradise I yearn for

Blue and rose

All displayed on my surging and happy chest Modern poems describing the lake 3

"Ode to the Lake"

There is one The beautiful mountain city is called Taishun

There is a beautiful water town called Baizhang

There is a mysterious legend called Feiyun Lake

The lake in spring is quiet and peaceful Elegant

Walking by the lake, the water is swaying with thousands of graces

By the Fairy Pavilion, surrounded by green mountains, butterflies are dancing

Begonias are in full bloom, and the flutes are playing. Playing the piano

The lake in summer is indifferent and sincere

The dusk shines, the egrets sing softly, and the egrets fly

The fish in the lake express their beauty The legend of the lake in autumn

The lake in autumn is quiet and melancholy. Beautiful article

The leaves on the lakeside are falling

The flying leaves are scattered in the water, creating layers of ripples

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The lake in winter is lonely and majestic

The mountains stand proudly and the white birch pillars stand tall

A lonely boat stops by the lake, and an old man fishes in coir raincoat

Melting, turning into ink mountains and rivers

Drunk, crazy, my god of love

My Fairy Lake - Feiyun's modern poem describing the lake 4

"Summer Lake"

There is a kind of happiness called being conquered

There is a feeling called hitting the road

There is a season called summer

There is a beautiful place called summer lake

Summer lake

So quiet that there is almost no sound

The lake in summer

It is so beautiful that one can almost look up at it

Walking by the lake

The water of the lake ripples out A thousand gestures

Swimming in the lake

Like stroking one's own skin

Summer

Makes the lake mysterious

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There are some talking fish swimming around

In summer

The lake grass grows lush

Some desires grow

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Summer

Makes the lake charming

Women walk by the lake

Like fairies From the Heavenly Palace

Walking in summer

The light moves in front

The light attracts the light

Another lake overflows

Constitute a different kind of beauty

In fact

The things that are deliberately pursued

have long since lost their charm

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Still a modern poem describing the lake in winter 5

"Written to the coolness of the lake"

What should I write? The coolness in the depths of the lake

The sound of gurgling, the clear spring spitting out

Overflowing through the years, dissipated inadvertently

Dispersed, sinking The dead leaves buried me

Buried, I can hear the rustling light steps on the lake

They are the raindrops missed by the passing years

Wandering in my wind The memory of wrinkled skin

The heart of Yuhua, drops of pupils opened in my lake

I saw the stars and the moon, a pool of moon lake

The green hills and green shades reflected in the lake

The water birds are above my head, and the white clouds are floating in my heart

The green meanders dot the lotus in my lake

I take a walk In the depths of the clear pupils of a lake

The fog rising from the water surface, from the layers of black shadows

The swallowing that comes from the collision of layers

I lost my sight, and my lake fell into the gray fog

I was broken into duckweeds in the gray

I floated alone, like a crashed sailboat

I am looking for the voyage on the sail among the fragments of the ship's wood

What can I write in my lake diary?

Just write a page of poems about the coolness deep in the depths. Modern poems describing lakes 6

"Blue Lake"

You

Wise and calm,

Seemingly ruthless but with an undercurrent of warmth .

You

Calm, cold and arrogant

Contempt everything due to your domineering attitude.

But occasionally

A child-like smile will appear.

You embrace the sky into your arms,

Let the white clouds listen to your pulsation like the ocean.

You let the green mountains rest in your arms,

Understand the profoundness of your heart

Traveling thousands of miles

Just for the pilgrimage,

Dreaming about it for thousands of years

Just looking forward to meeting each other.

The moment you caught my eye

My heart immediately trembled for you.

Amazing,

You are the one I dream of

That touch of blue.

Modern poems describing the lake 7

"Dongting Lake Dream"

The flow of water is the cry of a baby falling to the ground

The alluring dream is born and so

Looking for dreams and a pillow on the lake

Lighting up the fishing lights in the middle of the night

Waves on the paper

Don’t take the old road when looking for dreams

Even if you take a boat to fish with a net

It’s just a fishing net to lift water

Hiking along the spine of the shore

You can smell the mother’s sweat

Now we explore the roots of the lake

The lake bed cracks into the shape of a fish and the water is scrawled with 'writing'

Like a mother's wrinkled womb

Life multiplies The endless sound and the winter wind

Snaking through the rubble and digging into a black clay pot

The bells ringing the years and purple smoke rises in the dusk

The fragments of the wrecked ship The swelling willows are swelling

We are also swelling and growing into the claws of giant beasts

Reaching forward to catch the first dream-seeking sunset

The passionate lake has already been prepared Good blue curtains

Revealing the less plump body

Maybe the dream of Dongting Lake has no outlet

But the feathers of migratory birds are stirring

Generations of people have dreamed of coming here. Modern poems describing the lake 8

"Ancient Poetry on Yanque Lake"

Gang River Crossing

That prince is gone

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Leave a pile of anthologies

And a group of chirping chaffinches

The vast lake disappeared

It turned into a palace

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The emperor who filled the lake has disappeared

Gathering the soil to build a mausoleum

Guarding this place forever

In my heart Feng Shui

Plum blossoms bloom and fade

Grass and trees wither and flourish again

Those myths and legends

Reunion again

Just beside the Ming City Wall at the foot of Purple Mountain

Turned into a few drops of tears

Like contemplation and recollection

Never dry up

< p> Woohoo! The morning breeze blows in the willows

The beautiful people

The evening wave shines in the sunset

The wanderer's broken soul

The great waves pass away

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The fallen leaves are butterflies

Late autumn touches your fluffy hair,

The shy setting sun urges the lazy dusk to tap the broken windows,

No one can restore the lost youth,

Let the years stumble and carve between the eyebrows

Who still remembers what he said to Yue'er many years ago?

The dusky crow living in the birch tree,

Did he smell the cold and manic high pressure of Siberia?

He took your lover and jumped back to the cliff. The warm home in the cracks,

Left the thin and lonely him,

He guarded the wind and rain swaying branches in confusion and hesitation!

The crisp sound of cracking and bursting is just like the rapid and ups and downs of steps,

The rotten trees watching you melt into the embrace of the earth shed tears like rain,

Colorful dancing The butterfly,

roars and abandons the complexity of the world and wanders around the world,

turns into the sad and broken ray of clouds under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Modern poems describing the lake 9

"Want to fall in love with the bright moon"

Pass the birth date

Peach blossoms despise, and their petals will not even blow when the wind blows. A piece fell

The fish jumped out of the water and spat on me

The birds were even more disgusting, scattering some bird droppings from the air

Love What's wrong? I clearly saw you holding me in your arms, so intimate

Even the matchmaker is a little jealous

Does such a love still need a matchmaker?

Not only the flower pickers saw it

but also the boatmen and the literati and poets

They seemed to be making noises and sighing

Mingyue, Mingyue, is your worth so low?

Your neck is so tender that it is dry

Your body is so thin that you are weak

You are just a sick beauty

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I am not worthy of my seven-foot man

Spring has given you a pink face

There is no need to waste rouge

It is because there is The lineage of the Lin family

Cry and bury flowers, tears in my heart

You have a clear waist and you are a middle-aged lady

Clear layers, suitable for fat and thin

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I want to lie on those hills in my dream

Make a joke about Zhu Bajie chasing Chang'e

I can scoop all your spring water in one scoop

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It’s just that I gave it to the clouds and wind

They pulled my gaze back mercilessly

I’m close to you just to miss your nourishment

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You look a bit like Concubine Yang, and I am not Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty

You say I am Li Bai, but you can’t see that you are so beautiful in your clothes

You are not Belong to me

It’s just that I’m thinking of you out of wishful thinking