rose
The east wind is soft and silent, the stars are lazy and silent, the world never sleeps, and the spring in the north comes quietly. The night is so beautiful and the air is so warm. At the edge of a happy grove, my roses are blooming leisurely, my bright and naughty petals, my dazzling peony, and every inch of my skin is as beautiful as moonlight. Every breath intoxicates my heart. Bees and butterflies haven't woken up, and migratory birds haven't come back. I wipe the world with tears, and you will fly freely.
Waiting for your roses to bloom
Sigh at the dim moonlight, hold your dream in your heart, and face it calmly. On the moon, you will see the rose period. The story of the Goddess Chang'e flying to the moon is always so beautiful, and the lingering under the bodhi tree is always so touching. I will look at your bright moon and wait for your roses to bloom. Maybe I'll never get a chance to pick it in my life. I will hide you in my heart and care for you for so long until your rose blooms.
Poems about roses
1, fold a rose and send it to Feng Chai with your hairpin. -Li Jianxun's "Spring Poetry"
2. Yan Yan is full of pity and wins the painting, and Jia Ming gives it as a rose. -Xu Yin in the Tang Dynasty, "Wu Zhu, governor of Sizhi, moved roses"
3. Leaves are connected with branches, and the flowers are light dark red. -Yang Wanli's Red Rose in Song Dynasty
4. Give it to a beautiful woman without holding Joan Jiu. -Two Paintings from Shen to Zhang Shulong by Ou Daren in Ming Dynasty
5, spring comes and flowers fall, you can love roses alone. -Lu Zhen's "Remembering Jiangnan and Singing Roses" in the Qing Dynasty