Wax plum blossom before spring, for the first of a hundred flowers, especially the tiger's foot plum, the lunar calendar in October that is released flowers, so they are called early plum, the following for you to organize the description of the plum of modern poetry, hurry to see it, I hope it will be helpful to you!
Plum Drunk
Under the sun
In those deep eyes
Someone accidentally broke the dream-like glazed glass
And then suddenly there was a day
A part of the day
I suddenly remembered the day when I had a dream. I suddenly remembered
the plum blossom that had fallen
and turned up on the ground
Modern Poems About Plum2That plum blossom
The plum blossom that blossomed in the garden
was like a strange flower in the wind and the snow.
I want to pick one and hide it in my heart,
but I'm afraid of ruining the scenery.
In fact, the plum blossom is also fond of spring color,
just waiting for the bees to fall gently.
Stroke the stamen you more beautiful,
pollen blush your cheeks.
In the coming spring, the bees will be looking for honey,
but you will be silent and fall to the end of the world.
I regretted picking it in my hand,
leaving me with no regrets.
In fact, the world is full of plum blossoms,
but I only love that plum blossom.
Even though the plum blossom is right in front of my eyes,
there is no more heart to pick and pinch.
Plum Blossom
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A lifetime of hope
Every spring, the warblers are in full bloom
Every summer, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse
I look at the crowds of people coming and going
I'll be calm in the face of the years of life
All of them will not regret it, but I'm sure that I'll be able to find a solution for you. p>
All the regretless waiting
The colorful past of you and me
When the wandering you came in the autumn as expected
The sky and the earth are solemn
The mountains and the rivers are solemn
I smiled and shook off the vicissitudes of the tree
I filled the branches with a thousand million greetings
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Quietly
I am coming.
With a spring breeze
With a touch of warmth
With a piece of love
Quietly
I came
Quietly
I left
With people's admiration
With the hope of life
With a great fondness for the mother earth
The seasons of the year
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Blossoms and flowers
The cycle of life
Perhaps everyone appreciates the loneliness and purity of the plum blossom
But who knows the sadness in her heart
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The Snowy Dance of the Plum Blossom
The Snowy Dance of the Plum Blossom
The Snowy Dance of the Plum Blossom
The Snowy Dance of the Plum Blossom
Snow Dancing on Plum Blossoms
A young man plays a bamboo solo
A flute flutters
Fluttering in the snow
Snowflakes dance, flute flutters
A stream in the mountains
The wind is joyful
Following the footsteps of the snowflakes
Dancing gently and softly
Playing the zither without strings. The stringless zither
The music of heaven
Flies into the flowers
Like a quiet woman
Waiting in the snow
The petals of the flowers are scarlet
Dot by dot is spring
Dot by dot is like a dream
A melodious and staccato tone
Into the painting screen
Flowers in the snow
Tangled together In the clear
Pure kisses
Thousands of hills and mountains are soft and gentle
Thousands of hills and mountains are intoxicated
Flowers rejoice in the blush of their cheeks
Bamboo flute is soft and light like a dream
It's hard to find a soul mate in the high mountains
Flowers fly with the snow and the dream doesn't waken up
Modern Poems About Plum5The back of a branch of the plum blossom
Suddenly I remembered, I forgot your back
Like a rose that was lost in the years
In the twilight alleys of the early spring drizzle
Covered with cold and messy clouds of smoke
I lost, the back of a branch of plum blossoms
I thought of you dancing with a sword in the snow, the snowflakes
Floating with the white silver light, the silver light.
Like a long whistle, it cuts through the serenity of early spring
Knowing that the nightmare of that section of red sleeves
Between the back of the hand and tilting the head, it swept through
Countless things in the rush of the past, and when I look back
Rain and tears are as hazy as each other
Gradually, my heart flowed to the March
The spring sun, I think, is like blood.
Spring flowers are like fire, I think, spring is like poetry
I think, spring love is as warm as plum blossoms
So I turned my rainy, tearful face
And looked into the distance, far away, you drifted away like a dream
The back of the red spring tide of January
As the red sleeves roam around, it disappeared slowly
Modern Poetry About Plum 6"The Rain of Plum Blossoms" is a modern poem describing plum blossoms, and it has been written in a very simple way, but it is not a poem. Plum Blossom Rain
Following the fragrance
I came to the plum blossom tree
In search of the long-lost jasmine tea
Next to the lotus pond
Stood a woman standing in a pavilion of honor
With her hair in her arms and a pipa in her arms
Wasn't it the plum blossom rain?
She looks away
She is thinking
What is she doing
Who is she thinking of?
Plum Blossom
You appeared in my dream
The short-winged bird didn't catch up
The early evening eyes didn't catch up
But only toppled my insomniac's 'lid'
You midnight elf
Naughty and mischievous, you make the heart flutter
You're a little bit of an idiot
You're a little bit of an idiot
You're a little bit of a mischief maker
I'm not sure if you can do this.
Your claws woke me up
Into a cloud of smoke
I want to catch your shadow
I want to brush up your feathers
To adorn my face
You're the one that keeps me dreaming
The smile is so fleeting
Is it that I'm not sincere enough
Or am I not brave enough
To be without you is to be without you.
How can winter be romantic without you
The years are getting old
Why is the wheel of maturity so sad
Life is short
Why do you still need to dance in the dust and fiber
The ticket to happiness is always so pathetic
I won't be alone when you've already been here
May I be there in your dream
The soul of this early spring is tied to the smile on my face.
Modern Poem About Plum Blossoms
In the season when the east wind is blowing
Plum blossoms are in full bloom
You
followed the footsteps of the plum blossoms
came here with a flute
The smoke and mist are tantalizing
you are leaning on the plum blossoms.
The fragrance of the lake, a field of clear water
Misty and dense
Like a poem
The hand is slightly raised
Heavenly rhythms penetrate through space and time
In the shadows and dark scent
Flow gently
Plum blossoms spread out
Ice raw jade
Bloomed as watery as a smile
The language of the flower
Tells of the karma of past lives
There are snowflakes falling down
Like butterflies and feathers
Falling on the heart of the plums
Adorned with
Your black hair like a waterfall
Carrying a scroll of plum fragrance
Dancing with the flying snow ****......
Plum Blossoms
The cold wind blew away the flowers of the flowers in the dreary winter,
but it could not be stopped,
your heart,
a strong warmth.
You, not afraid of the cold,
not afraid of loneliness,
with a few points of the siren,
facing the cold wind,
blossomed with five petals of mood.
Accompanied by scattered snow,
with a charming gesture,
in a white sky and earth,
showing a sweet smile.
Quietly, into you,
With that page blowing up,
Fuangweng verse,
Stepping on that song of the gentle
Plum Blossom Three Melodies of the zither,
In a beautiful encounter,
Smell, a wisp of dark incense,
Exuding a clear and quiet,
In the season of cold,
In the cold season.
In the season of cold,
The fragrance is tantalizing.
Look, that a touch of shocking red,
rotten winter,
in the cold season,
painted with bright colors.
And I, snuggled up next to you,
quietly listen,
you turn and whisper elegant flower language,
carefully appreciate,
you alone bloom enchanting body,
my eyes,
instantly dissolved in your fragrance.
When a wisp of dark fragrance,
gently brushed the tip of my heart,
my heart,
instantly, drunk in your aroma,
a long time can not wake up,
with the beauty of your alone,
dipped in the fragrance of the plum forest as in the past.