Describe the modern poem of plum

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

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That 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

II

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

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The 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

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"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.