The Undertones of Roses By Wisteria Ching-er I always want to transcend my soul and break through a blank sheet of paper The blue sky swims in the world's restlessness, and spreads out in a cloud In the midst of floating, I will leave my heart behind on the back of a horse Tumbling down the scales of the hurt and pain, and crossing the grassland's blue sea With it, there will be flocks of sheep I'd rather be a herdsman wandering between my fingers The silence under the clouds The rewinding of the fall leaves is the golden color And there are bubbles in the fragrance of wine Who can turn away the fall of this river and mountain? 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. My red rose, do you know what I've been waiting for all these years? My red rose, do you know that I just want to wait for you to open up, to take in your fragrance, and now, I'm going to give you the chance to be the one who's going to be the one who's going to be the one.
2. What are the modern poems that describe rosesThe modern poems that describe roses are as follows:
1. "Roses"
By Xie Chunlun
The roses in the garden are in bloom
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 of 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 passing 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,
The white roses fade,
If you want,
There will always be a result,
The gunshot landed.
3. Find a modern poem about rosesOn Valentine's Day
You hid the roses in your trench coat pocket
Hiding in the corner of the spinning ballroom
Convinced that I would be late to the party
Fast three, slow four, and cha-cha-cha
Smoke haunts memories of waiting for the day
On the tip of a spinning toes
As if sitting on pins and needles
Once upon a time, the white roses fell.
Once upon a time, once upon a time
We met and spun and spun and spun
Twin tips and flowers
A hundred turns and a thousand turns
Spit-like promises
Have long since been swept away on the talcum powder of the dance floor
What floats in your eyes
Has never been a flower of the sea
And you're running wild
At the doorway
And the smoke lingers on the memory
Of the time you met and spun and spun.
Not a single hair fell from my head
You didn't hold anything
You broke a rose
A blood flower bloomed on your palm
Water penetrated the concrete and steel
It dripped downstairs onto my body
Love's eyes
The moment they opened
They were looking for a straight line
They were searching for something. A straight line
With no turning point
Or else
I'm downstairs
Downstairs in the same place as you
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 a revolving ballroom
I was sure I'd be late
Fast and slow and just right
Smoke and memories waiting
On the tips of spinning toes
Like sitting on pins and needles
Once upon a time
We spun and met and spun and spun
Twin tires and flowers
A thousand turns
Promises made like saliva
Have long since been made.
They've been swirling on the talcum powder on 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 hand
And the palm of your hand is a blood flower
The water cuts through the concrete and steel
And the water cuts through the concrete and steel
The water is cutting through the concrete and steel
The water is cutting through the concrete and steel
The water penetrated the concrete and steel
and dripped into me downstairs
Love's eyes
in the moment they opened
are looking for a straight line
with no turning point
or
I'd be downstairs
in the same place you are downstairs
a pile of ruins
5. Poems about rosesSi Wuxu, the straight inspector, moved to the roses - Tang Xu Curry
The fragrance is moved from the first place of Yue, most of all, the roses are good and planted together.
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.
Tang Dynasty - Xu Cui - The Rose by Xu Cui
Era: Tang Dynasty
Author: Xu Cui
Title: The Rose by Xu Cui
Content:
The fragrance has been moved from Yuewangtai, and the roses are the most similar to the roses.
The flora is more beautiful than the colorful paintings, and the name of the rose is a gift.
In the spring, the wind blew away the embroidery, and the sun shone on the sky to open the Qiong Yao.
In order to report to the Zhuyi early to invite guests, do not teach the fall of the moss.
Tang - Tang Yanqian - Roses
Era: Tang
Author: Tang Yanqian
Title: Roses
Contents:
Musk cones are blowing in a clear prairie fire.
The palace makeup at dawn, the brocade section of the east wind.
The spring smoke is so weak, and the twilight rain is so sad.
I don't know what to do, but I'm not sure what to do, but I'm not sure what to do.
Tang - Sikong Shu - and Li and the Sherman Wing roses to send to the Xu waiter Lang
Era: Tang
Author: Sikong Shu
Title: and Li and the Sherman Wing roses to send to the Xu waiter Lang
Content:
fairy official Ziwei Lang, the strange flowers *** play Fang.
The stars are arranged in rows of green tips, and the eyes are illuminated with red light.
The dark envy of the medicine, remote and straight to the Department of Fragrance.
It is easy for bees to swim around the branches, and for birds to get in the way of the stinger.
The dew is wet, and the wind is blowing away the yellow stamens.
The trees are green and lush, and the screen is bright and colorful.
It is better to keep a guest than to look at the bamboo.
The first is a poem about a man's life, and the second is a poem about a woman's life, and the third is a poem about a woman's life.
Tang - Lu Lun - Roses in Honor of Li Sheren and Kun Ji
Era: Tang
Author: Lu Lun
Title: Roses in Honor of Li Sheren and Kun Ji
Content:
The crane alone sends smoke and frost, and the luan thinks of the evening fragrance.
The old shade is still in Xie's house, but the new color is out of the Xiao wall.
Butterflies scatter and shake the dew, warblers into the sunset.
The rain is better than the washcloth, and the wind is more dramatic than the incense.
The sun is broken in a thousand layers of color, and the sun is alone in a single ray of light.
The leaves are few and far between, and the branches are long.
The shadow of the cloth is to be appreciated, and the spring is to be left far away.
I have heard of the gift of Qiong Jiu, and I am ashamed to say that it is a great honor.
Tang - Li Shujing - Fangshu
Era: Tang
Author: Li Shujing
Title: Fangshu
Contents:
In the spring I saw a rose tree, and my western neighbor was the Song family.
The door is deep with dark leaves, and the wall is close with flying flowers.
The shadow of the peach shade is shallow, and the fragrance of the plum path is oblique.
The beautiful makeup is worried about the end of the day, snot to the window screen.
Tang - Changsun Zuo Fu - Songs of Harmony - Complaints of the Palace
Era: Tang
Author: Changsun Zuo Fu
Title: Songs of Harmony - Complaints of the Palace
Contents:
In front of the window, there is a good tree called rose, last year's flowers fall and this year's flowers blossom.
The color of spring is still unfeeling, but the heart of the king is suddenly broken, when will it come.
Remembering the old days of makeup and waiting for the battle of the immortals, the palace is exquisite on the new day.
The first time I saw the movie, I was so happy to see the movie, but I didn't know what to expect.
The grass is dyed under the clothes of the article, and the flowers stick to the bed in front of the tent.
Three thousand jade appearance do not boast, twelve gold hairpin alone to each other.
What is the point of having a great deal of success or failure?
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
The first intention is to be like a new cypress, but the last hurt is like a capsule.
The deep courtyard was opened and closed alone, and the parrot was scared to fly over the moss.
The old suitcase is full of old clothes, and the stained pillow is full of new tears from the night.
The scar is still sad, and the green bun and green moth have not yet decayed.
I don't want to say that the thick waterproofness of the water will be long and hard to compare, but I will meet the old sword and chase each other.
Tang - Li Jianxun - Spring Lyrics
Era: Tang
Author: Li Jianxun
Title: Spring Lyrics
Contents:
The sun is high and I am walking down the steps.
I got a rose, so I can pin it on the phoenix hairpin
Tang - Tang Yanqian - Rose
Era: Tang
Author: Tang Yanqian
Title: Rose
Content:
Musk cones are burning in the sky, and the sharks are covered with a green veil.
The palace makeup at dawn, the brocade section of the east wind.
The spring smoke is so weak, and the twilight rain is so sad.
I don't know what to do, but I'm not sure what to do, but I'm not sure what to do.