Author: anonymous
Rape flowers are full of the ocean of missing.
Who is swinging the sculls with a gentle gesture?
Smiling intoxicated butterflies and dreams.
Rape blossoms filled the riverbeds on both sides.
Across the river, across the canyon, through the sun.
I imagine one foot in the sand and one foot in the dream river.
Trivia flies across the sky and enters the heaven of my soul.
Rape blossoms, people can't see the trauma of Shuo people.
Grasp biology in one hand and hope in the other.
I finally smell your surging fragrance in the breeze of a foreign land.
Dig a pond on the rock and build a bungalow in the season.
Qian Fan transit people don't come back, and the rape blossoms are golden.
I am the golden confusion in the flower, ticking.
I heard larks singing outside the window.
The sound of oars is very close and the sound of water is very cold.
I see rape flowers around the pond.
2. Modern poems about rape flowers.
Author: anonymous
In March, rape blossoms in Huang Cancan are full of flowers.
Grandpa and grandma's home is in the rape flower.
Home is made of mud, and the soil is full of lush grass.
I mowed the yard with a sickle and put wine and food on it.
Burning incense and paper, a wisp of smoke is my distant memory.
The incense is burning slowly, and the money paper has turned to dust.
The food is still the same, the wine is still the same, and the chopsticks have not moved at all.
Grandparents, that's because you were a child.
Are you too hungry to eat?
It is your dream to have food to eat and food to drink.
Now, everything, and a lot.
But you can't eat a grain of rice, a piece of meat or a mouthful of wine.
I want to raise chopsticks with you and see the rape blossoms in Huang Cancan.
Year after year, rape blossoms bloom.
Bend after bend, but I can't see you.
Laugh as brightly as rape.
As Qingming goes by, rape blossoms turn yellow one after another.
I will also cultivate every season, so that the still beating life.
Huang Cancan is like rape in March!
3. Modern poems describing rape flowers.
Author: anonymous
Rape flowers dyed Shan Ye yellow, and it was nirvana in one season.
At the invitation of spring, we had a vigorous love affair.
Old man Time weaved a warm and romantic dream for him.
The rape blossoms all over the mountain ushered in their long-awaited first love.
The spring breeze disrupted the pace of rape blossoms and waited in the sun.
In this spring season, I hope to have someone who knows how to spend time with me.
It was the bees who couldn't resist the temptation of flowers and gave their first kiss.
With that affectionate "language", I planted Qiu Si for farmers.
A spring rain failed to douse the poet's desire, standing beside the rape flower that had knocked down the ground.
The poet looked ambitiously into the distance.
He thought, from now on, we must make positive efforts.
4. Modern poems describing rape flowers.
Author: anonymous
Rape flowers are in full bloom.
I once imagined that one day, a person would lie quietly in the rape flowers all over the mountains.
Look at the sky
Take a deep breath and spit out all the unhappiness.
Then, the flowers are overflowing, spreading slowly and flowing in my heart.
Flowing far away
At this moment, I am both looking forward to and hesitating.
There is a breeze in the distance and the sound of cars is long.
Going uphill and downhill again and again, after bumps.
Take a dusty, unkempt face.
But also full of joy.
Gurgling water, at this moment.
It became a little cold and a little sweet.
Or a happy, also use this kind of Kuding tea.
Suffering, indifference
Finally resounded through the mountains.
Just like this cup of tea, it blooms quietly in the sea of suffering.
Sometimes good and sometimes bad; Ups and downs
Even if it withers, it will never look back
In the distance, there are rape flowers all over the mountain.
Rape flowers are in full bloom.
5. Modern poems describing rape flowers
Author: anonymous
Rape flower, natural, natural.
Sometimes it's incredible, just like a master of oil painting.
Clever and ingenious
Put such a large dark green rape field overnight.
Painted yellow, graceful.
If the sun is shining, follow the footsteps of spring.
In Yuan Ye in spring, there is a kind of spring-like poetry.
Spring-like paintings, together with the dream of spring tide under the sea of flowers.
Run to my heart together, full of passion.
Beautiful blooming ...