Pomegranate flower, also known as pomegranate, pomegranate, hawthorn leaf, is the flower of deciduous shrub or small tree pomegranate. Poetry recommend
Pomegranate flower, also known as pomegranate, pomegranate, hawthorn leaf, is the flower of deciduous shrub or small tree pomegranate. Poetry recommendation on pomegranate flowers;
Chapter One: The Lost Pomegranate Flower
Cicada, singing the last green in summer.
A shawl to keep out the wind.
Autumn scenery is a little more floating.
White clouds sway with Xia's tail.
The blue sky sets off the sea film, and the blue is farther away.
The empty sky is close to the coolness of autumn.
Whistling autumn wind, pomegranate will be full.
The thick branches burst my stomach.
Why do red skirt flowers float on the branches in autumn?
Reluctant to midsummer season
Or the lost love in the world of mortals
My quiet tears fell on the stamens and kissed them.
An autumn wound was left in the breeze.
The delicate flowers are still red.
Love, please hold up an umbrella for this slow spark.
The test in autumn frost. Hang in there.
If there is one last tear left for mankind.
Please join the river of love.
Nourish your vows.
Don't leave without saying goodbye and neglect the love you planted.
The withered petals are the blood of youth, solidified.
Chapter Two: Pomegranate Flower
When the pomegranate blooms.
She left me.
My heart is like a cuckoo, sobbing in a low voice
I can't forget it.
The beautiful image of her dancing.
Whispering as sweetly as Ying Ge.
Lonely figure
Stroll along the long street.
Sad hearts still dream of miracles.
I don't understand.
Why did she leave me?
The vows of eternal love can't resist the wind and rain of reality.
I only know
Innocent love is gone.
Falling in the dust of reality
pomegranate flowers
Chapter Three: Pomegranate Flowers in May
Mei's enthusiasm
Loneliness of the burning wind
The swing of each wind chime
Whose breath is full of it?
everlasting
The last touch of the sunset
Loneliness of winding clouds
Every inch of velvety yellow halo
Whose name is written all over it?
mottled
Chapter four: June of pomegranate flowers
A few pomegranate trees, in the sun.
Great
Like the last luxury in life
Splash out the most enchanting amorous feelings instantly.
A few petals, attachment
Stroll on the breezy grass.
Stayed, dyed red.
Spotted, like virgin sheets.
Bright and harsh, thrilling
Overflowing sunlight and burning flames bring a feeling of dizziness.
Red pomegranate, drop of blood
Too warm, too turbulent, too empty.
Unable to dodge
But like an angel in a dream, you can't touch it.
Chapter Five: Pomegranate Flower
A pomegranate tree in the yard
Sandy is very generous.
Pomegranate flowers in May covered it with red spots.
That red dot is beautifully decorated.
How I want to be such a pomegranate tree.
Let you be my pomegranate flower
So I can wait for you in this season.
When you are all over my body.
When you leave,
I'll wait for you with the children.
When the children left.
I will wait for you with my youth.
When youth is gone.
I will wait for you with snowflakes.
Anyway,
As long as I live, I will wait for you to appear.
Article 6: Pomegranate flower
There is a smile between the green branches and the green shoots.
Are you a pink girl?
Looking back, spring solidified the journey.
When it rains at dusk.
A small ribbon, a little fragrance.
Accompany me to fall asleep suddenly
Dreams in the breeze
Broken at the end of the long night
That's petal rain.
Vaguely remember light rain and smoke
Climb quietly to the full forehead on a summer night.
Pick up a bud that burns like a flame
Can you spy on the secrets of the seasonal cycle?
Can you read romantic summer stories?
Chapter 7: Pomegranate Flower
Pomegranates bloom, and girls in my hometown make me laugh, and my waist is as thin as Artemisia.
Quiet night against the fence, leaning against the western suburbs, looking up.
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Spring is late, the wind is falling, the pool is falling, and pedestrians are drunk.
Drinking blood, cherry blossoms are as red as fire, and you don't feel hibernating and waking up early.
Miss Nu Wa, who has been infatuated for a long time, is very excited in retrospect.
Pomegranate blossoms, wrinkled in green, and rarely dancing.
When it was self-evident, my black hair fluttered and I smiled at the song.
Those big bright eyes have been staring at the end of the spring flowers.
Is it really difficult? Quiet, the group of pine birds with red feathers.
The red moon has dyed the branches and treetops red, and the blue sky is high above.
The long Baiyun Bridge made my little mother cry a little.
Pomegranates are in bloom, and they are all red. Green leaves and safflower are full of joy.
Momo, Momo, tea is heartbroken, and it's worth shaking.
Shake off all kinds of sadness, infatuation is a waste, and then let people say it.
Pomegranate has blossomed, which is very beautiful. How many ideas do you have?
Romantic affairs, who has to * * *, remote pool dream.
Read Grain Rain's wine songs, get drunk in the autumn moon building in August, and the dream of spring disappears.
Chapter 8: Pomegranate Flower
I never put spring
Put it in your eyes
I like hot summer.
When the summer breeze
Gently shake my heart.
I know the greenness of my branches and leaves.
It will be a green spring with blue waves.
Cicada can sing occasionally.
Gush out spring water
Eyes full of Iraqi gaze, listening and fantasy.
I know
At this moment.
Clear and flawless
Trying to encourage me
Hurry up and decorate-
Hanging in a tree
one by one
Gorgeous little red lanterns
Or light it?
One by one
A dazzling little torch
Let them go.
Dance in the wind as you please.
And in
A moment illuminated by the sun
Grateful return.
Burn and burn at the same time.
Quiet, a little heavy and uneasy loneliness.
Even if I
Can only become dirt.
I also want to use my lifelong persistence
To interpret and declare love and happiness.
Afternoon sun
Just watch.
The flower watcher walked away with her shadow.
And I can only be lonely and desperate.
Watching her figure drift away.
I am like a star.
In a way that ignites oneself.
Slip into the unknown
Oh, I am a meteor.
Because of the wind.
Fading is-
My final destination ...