The modern poems about roses are as follows:
1. "Roses"
By Xie Chunlun
The roses in the garden are in bloom,
But my love has not yet landed.
The roses are so colorful,
but they are full of thorns.
I was once mesmerized by the beauty of the rose,
but I was pricked by the thorns of the rose.
Now I see it blooming brightly again,
but I still yearn for its beauty.
2. "The Rose of Thoughts"
By: Shi Yi
When the train is moving away,
carrying you away from home,
I have already turned my thoughts into a watch.
Looking at the delicate roses,
in this small garden,
quietly for you to bloom,
a season of blossoms,
the fragrance of the stranger,
pillow injury.
The moon on the west tower,
wandering alone,
a lot of sadness to send crazy,
and the blossom of the swallow song,
let the longing for a long time of love in the chest overflowing ripples.
3. "Roses, Roses"
By Wang Quachao
The fragrant roses
bloom in other people's gardens,
when will you pick them up for me,
and plant the roses of affection.
I imagined,
that you would return,
and plant a bouquet of flowers,
that would take root, sprout, and hope,
and penetrate the bright moonlit sky.
Ah, the fragrant and charming rose,
upside down, keep thinking about you.
4. "Roses"
By Wang Yue-ning
Rain,
Drops in the corner of the eye,
Delicate will be deep into the bone marrow.
The wind,
flicked over the eyebrow,
charming on the mark.
The birds that pass by,
can't help but sing about you,
the beautiful enchantment of spring can't be wrapped up.
The first day you open your eyes,
someone for you to recite poems and paintings,
perhaps not yet see the evening sun,
someone will be your pick,
sent to the beloved girl as a love story.
Perhaps,
you prefer,
jumped into the boiling water heart,
into a cup of fragrant flower tea.
5. The Red Rose and the White Rose
By Cindy Faye
Sisters to sisters,
and enemies,
they blossom,
on the same branch.
Forgive me,
for caring so much about the sustenance
they **** have.
The wind comes,
Let the red roses bloom,
And the white roses fade,
If you wish,
There will always be a result,
The gunshot lands.
If you are willing to
There will always be such a result,
The gun goes down. The golden color and the foam in the fragrance of the wine, who can reject the autumn of this river and mountain, and the yellow of the chrysanthemums, is it a tribute to love? Why does it always hurt at this time of the year? Every night is always a string of codes deciphered with countless tenderness, that tenderness is the sparks of the wilderness, and it's the primitive password, and at this time, the thoughts don't have to be in the doorway, who's dissecting the years that are missing? In fact, all the beatings are meant to make the heart break or calm down. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
But the language related to the seasons is poetic Close your eyes or open them in the flow The gurgling impulse will only drown the tears together Whose photo in the middle of the lake swings up the bottom of the rose ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ The Rose of Thoughts By Poetry I have long turned my thoughts into a watchful gaze at the delicate roses in the small garden and the fragrant path. I'm looking forward to seeing the delicate roses blossom quietly for you in this small garden. A season of blossoming flowers, the fragrance of the strangers, the sadness on the pillow, the moonlight on the west tower, wandering alone, a lot of sadness sent to madness, and with the song of the blossoming swallows, letting the longing for the strong feelings in the chest overflowing, waiting for you to come back to be the most beautiful bride for me, and you and I **** to build a paradise of love, to appreciate the clouds and play in the water, to walk under the moonlight, and to look at the water flowing lightly, I want to roam around in the words on the poetry paper and to use the wonderful brush to describe your red make-up. ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ The Rose in the Wind By: 554304175 Autumn rain falls comfortably and passionately In the misty crowd, there are you and me I truly always want to hold your hand and walk in the autumn rain in a loving manner Looking for those everlastingly happy days I always want to carve you y in my heart Can nine hundred and ninety roses represent the love that I have for you Love or not, I've already given my heart to you Red red roses, a pure soul. Why don't we hold each other tightly in the rain? Why don't we listen to each other's heartbeats? Under the drizzling rain, under the umbrella, there walks you and him, how many tears, how much love, how much pain, how much longing, how many sorrowful days of weeping, how long ago we buried our love in our hearts, how disturbed our moods are, how crazy it is, to think of you forever, how impossible it is, how can I ever give up when I've fallen in love, how can I ever forget? The love of roses is never sincere, pure and long-lasting. I regret giving you so many roses. In fact, the red leaves are your treasure. How can there be roses in the autumn wind? I won't give you the love that shakes. You said that love must always be firm. So I regret giving you the love of roses. I regret giving you the love of roses. I regret giving up my thoughts. Oh, the roses in the wind. The roses in the rain. You and I, embracing each other and reaping the rewards. Today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ Roses, roses, roses by Tribulus terrestris Aromatic roses bloom in other people's gardens When will you pick them for me? Planting roses of affection I imagine that you'll come back to me and plant a bouquet of flowers that will take root and germinate. I imagine that you will come back and plant a bouquet of flowers, take root, sprout, and look forward to your return through the bright moonlight. Ah, the fragrant rose, upside down, I keep thinking of you. When you are here, you are staring at the moon outside the window. When you are not here, the moonlight is like water blowing over me, and the residual scent, the flowers, the empty building, and the pain is far away. Roses, roses, roses, roses, roses... Those are the roses that my beloved planted with her own hands, and the new leaves are bouncing in the wind and the rain, and the wind and the rain are coming and going. ﹍﹍﹍﹍ White Roses By Zhang Yanjun A woman's beauty can come from her natural beauty or from her exquisite packaging, but a woman's beauty comes from the details that can withstand the passage of time. On the last weekend of May, at dusk, in her yard, she brews a pot of jasmine. The smile in the photo albums is fixed in the 1940s, and the blonde young man nestled to her left is already lying in the battlefield laughing at his life's passion for celibacy, and the flowers and plants are scattered in layers in the yard. Fragrant cut flowers of all kinds in vases on the immaculate furniture on the wall with paintings and drawings painted by her A woman with a legendary interpretation of love Love for a lifetime, love for one person in her story to linger on Muted is my only dialogue The wind gently brushed her hair full of silver, a jade-colored stand-up cheongsam I turned my head to look at the porcelain pots of roses blossoming White roses in the ceramic pots of the sight of the corners of her eyes love faintly that wipe of the smile ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ Roses by Sun Houju The rose is the most vibrant flower in the garden of beautiful flowers.
She is pure and beautiful, unassuming, very cultured, shy hidden in the hot feelings, mellow and kind as a fairy, beautiful posture like the first love of the girl's smile. The rose is loved by all, and a rose sends a deep feeling.
"Clanging Rose" means strong, independent and confident, and rose means beautiful, sensual and gentle. Clanging Rose is a perfect combination of the two, which represents the spirit of the times for urban women to pursue independence, love freedom, and feel the life, and retains the subtle, gentle, and beautiful women's beauty given by the Chinese culture, which is the perfect interpretation of contemporary Chinese women. The rose is a perfect interpretation of the contemporary Chinese woman, and I praise the resounding rose with passion! ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ Red Rose Author: 513268339 I remember that once upon a time, every time I came here, it was hazy and misty, and I could vaguely see your beautiful figure swaying in the wind, like the candlelight in the dusk, or the hope in the morning, blurred, but not inscrutable. You may not know that the distance of just a few steps is like a world apart in my eyes, but you don't know what it means to be a red rose. Do you know what I've been doing all these years? Do you know that I just want to wait for you to open up and to enjoy your fragrance? Nowadays, I'm all alone in the world and I'm holding my own shadow, walking slowly and leisurely, looking around.
3. Find a modern poem about rosesOn Valentine's Day
You hid the roses in the bai pocket of your trench coat
Hiding in the corner of a spinning ballroom
Convinced that I would be late
Fast and slow and just right
Smoke haunts memories and waiting for the day
On the tip of a spinning foot
As if sitting on a needle You ran like crazy
and not a hair fell out of my head
and you didn't hold anything
and you broke the rose
and a flower of blood bloomed in your palm
and the water penetrated through the cement and steel
and dripped onto me downstairs
and the eyes of love
were open at the moment
in search of a better life
and a better life
and I was looking for a better life
and I was looking for a better life
and I was looking for a better life.
Looking for a straight line
There's no turning point
Or else
I'm downstairs
Downstairs in the same place you are
A pile of rubble
4. Find a modern poem about rosesOn Valentine's Day
You hid the roses in your trench coat pockets
Hiding in the corner of the revolving In the corner of the ballroom
Convinced I'd be late
Fast and slow and just right
Smoke haunts memories and waiting
On the tips of spinning toes
Sitting on pins and needles
Once upon a time
We spun and we met and we spun
Twin-tipped and blossomed
A hundred times around
Promises like saliva
Have been swirling on the talcum powder of the dance floor
What floats in your eyes
Has never been a sea flower
Your mad dash
To the door
Hasn't dropped a hair on my head
You're holding nothing
You're holding a rose in your hands
That blooms into a bloody flower in the palm of your hand.
The water penetrated through the concrete and steel
A pile of rubble
5. Find a modern poem about rosesI put my heart in your hand, feeling the wetness from your palm, bringing you memories from your heartbeat, listening to your faintly palpitating heartbeat.
I put my heart in your heart, and in that moment of happiness, feel my tenderness make it into my blood. If roses represent love, then I would like to be transformed into a rose and placed in your hands.
If the rose has love, I want it to express my most sincere love to you on Valentine's Day. I would like to bring that most tender affection, around the true heart, around the happiness, to bring you a lifetime, a heart and soul.
Tonight's bells ringing, for the world of lovers to send a new message, tonight's song sings, sung out of the lovesick people unceasing affection, tonight's wine opens, flowing out of the beautiful memories of the past years, tonight to send my thoughts far away, from now on, so that you will no longer seem lonely, because you have been imprinted in my heart. The morning sun rises in the quiet memory, dispersing the clouds left behind the confusion, the colorful sunrise and bloom dreamy thoughts, let this silent attachment, to move time and space to connect us together, in the days can not get together, so that the spring breeze to my heart quietly to you, so that life does not belong to themselves, so that the breast cavity in the rushing jumping me and you, in the festivities of the absence of roses, so that I will be the deepest blessings to you! May you remain bright and beautiful tomorrow, and may happiness, success, joy and health always be with you.
Modern Poetry Behind the Rose The sun is grumpily baking the earth, and people are angrily cursing each other, and the car is 32313133353236313431303231363533e58685e5aeb931333234306433 The tune is irritatingly screaming, and the leaves are pulling their heads up, and you're walking with your head down, boredly kicking the cans, and the robins are barking uninterestingly. Suddenly, you lean down, reach out, pluck a delicate flower, smile, smell it greedily, what flower? What kind of flower? It doesn't smell good at all You angrily tore the flower and threw it away and walked out far away and also turned back and glared fiercely It's just strange that for a whole summer, you always carry a scent behind you People say that it's a woman's scent You were troubled and puzzled, and for this reason, you lost sleep at night Once briefly passed out, you dreamt of sticking to the full of the hand are all the tears of the roses.
6. Poetry about rosesThe rose was moved to the roses by Mr. Si Wuxu - Tang Xu Cui
The fragrance was moved from the first place of Yue, and the most roses were planted in the same place.
The colorful crop is better than the colorful painting, and the name of the rose is a gift.
In the spring, the embroidery is blown and folded together, and the sky is dyed with qiong yao and the sun shines on it.
In order to report to the government, I would like to invite you to visit my home.
Rose ------ Song - Yang Wanli
It is not about the name of the moon season, not with the rose spectrum butterfly. I'm not sure if it's the same name as the rose, but it's the same name as the butterfly, and it's not the same name as the rose.
The wind flow has its own rouge pattern, and the rain is a private chemical. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The poet is in the middle of the water.
Rose ------ Tang - Tang Yanqian
Musk burns clear prairie, shark veil green. The official makeup is in the dawn, and the brocade is in the east wind.
Powerless in the spring smoke, much sorrow in the twilight rain, do not know what the intention, the depth of the two kinds of red.
Bong and Li Sherman Kunj Wing rose sent to Minister Xu ------ Tang - Lu Lun
A crane sends frosty smoke, the two luan think of the evening fragrance. The old shade is still in Xie's house, and the new color is out of the Xiaowei wall.
Butterflies scatter and shake the light dew, warblers into the setting sun. The rain is better than the rainbow, and the wind is more dramatic than the incense.
The broken sun is a thousand layers of color, and the lonely sun is a piece of light. The leaves are few and far between, and the branches are long.
The shadow of the cloth is to be highly appreciated, and the spring is to be left far away.
7. Modern poems about flowers1, the title of the cold river fishing snow picture modern: Shi Jingan fishing board bridge east, snow pressure Demoiselle cold.
River cold water does not flow, fish chewing plum blossom shadow. Translation of the fisherman fishing east of the boardwalk, flying snow piled up on the straw raincoat, feeling extra cold.
The river water has frozen and no longer flowing, the fish under the surface of the water hidden in the reflection of the plum blossom, as if chewing the plum blossom to play. 2, Jade Palace Spring - West Garden flowers fall deep to sweep the modern: Wang Guowei West Garden flowers fall deep to sweep the eye of the Shaohua really grass.
When the opening of the silence is still no one, today biased anger shaking down early. Yesterday, I went to the West Mountain Road, and I have not been able to find out anything about the flowers in the mountains.
Several peaks and rain on the slanting sun, ten miles of azalea red like burning.
When in full bloom, it is lonely and solitary, but no one notices; it is after it has withered that it causes people's feelings of sadness. Yesterday, I went to the West Mountain, and the flowers on the mountain are still blooming.
On the one hand, the mountains are still suffering from the aftermath of the storm, and on the other hand, the clouds are dispersing and the sky is showing the setting sun. 3, Butterfly Lovers - My Fair Yan Ji year fifteen Modern: Wang Guowei My Fair Yan Ji year fifteen, habitually trailing a long train, do not make a slender step.
The people are so sweet and sweet, the color of the earth is like dust. A tree pavilion flower spit, in addition to the natural, want to give all speechless.
In the face of Wu Niang boasted good dance, poor always by the waist limbs wrong.
She looked back in the crowd and could make other women lose their colors. Pavilion on the tree before the flowers bloom, remove the natural, to praise her but can not find the right words.
Praise to the face of the women of Wu Di is good at dancing, but unfortunately, too delicate, the beauty of it. 4, Yulou Chun - this year's flowers drooping over the modern: Wang Guowei this year's flowers drooping over the next year, the flowers should be even more abdicated.
The flower of the ancient youth, I am afraid that the youth is not me. I'm not sure I'm the right person for you, but I'm sure I'm the right person for you, and I'm sure I'm the right person for you.
You can see that the flowers on the tree today are not the same as those on the branches last year.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in love with her, and I'm not sure if I've ever been in love with her.
To enjoy the flowers is always a lot of young people, I am afraid that young people are easy to pass away, I am no longer young. Warned not to hate the wine cup of wine more, if drunk as well as rest in the shade of the flowers.
Everyone look at the flowers on the branch today, long ago is not the one last year.4, seven rhymes - winter clouds modern: Mao Zedong snow pressure winter clouds white flotsam fly, ten thousand flowers are rare.
The sky is full of cold streams, and the earth is slightly warm. The only heroes to drive away the tigers and leopards, and no heroes to fear the bear fighters, the plum blossoms are happy with the snow in the sky, and it is not strange to freeze the flies to death.
Translation: snow low pressure winter clouds and snowflakes flying, all the purple and red a moment all withered. At the moment when the clouds are rolling in the sky and the cold current is fast flowing, a trace of warm air will also blow away the severe winter.
Heroes and heroines face tigers, leopards, bears and fighters, will not change, the gas can not be taken. In the face of the sky snow, plum blossoms rejoice, not afraid of the cold, will only freeze those weak flies.