Cold dew, gaunt flower
Hot and cold don't go together, but still gladly under the sun
No one says how I am
I say I am like that bouquet of flowers
Spending the winters and summers without any embellishments
The soil under the roots is black and oily
Contrasting with the greenery all around
I was born here and will never leave this place in death
I cannot go away.
I can't go, I can't go,
Looking at the road, touching the fly over
Inexplicable sadness
Instead of more prevalent,
Thinking of the freedom of the heart to get away from the line
From time to time, the flotsam rests on the petals,
Follow the love of the people, the remnants of the flower He refused to do so,
just
I'm afraid
my dullness spoiled the pleasure of its flight
that piece of dirt -
my little continent,
my whole world,
accompanied, not to leave,
you are pure white soil,
I am the black black buds,
I am the black black buds,
I am the black black buds,
I am the black black buds,
I am the black black buds,
I am the black black buds.
A thousand words
have been transformed into cracks on my thin leaves
which are mottled and intertwined
with the lines of my heart
My depression and bitterness
have invaded the loose soil
I am sorry
for being the best friend I have ever had
My last
reply to you
is to be the best friend I have ever had.
My last answer to you
Is to be with you*** as fungus and silt,
Who can tell that there was once a love of red and green in it
Flower Modern Poetry 2My love, do you know?
The peach blossoms that the birds pecked down in the dream have returned to the branches,
A tree of graceful curls, an eye of peach fragrance and pink color.
The moonlight in my dream is very white and bright, like the brocade I am embroidering,
I want to extract a wisp of wind to do my embroidery thread, embroidered with peach blossoms,
Each piece of petal hidden thoughts of you,
Oh, count it, full of peach blossoms can be how many petals.
My love, do you know? Last night, I pulled down seven silk, do string,
A song of the string sound light diffuse fingertips, you hear it? The last thing I want to do is to play with my hands, and I'm going to play with my hands.
My love, there is a soft cloud in the dream, I secretly cut a section, I want to do a pair of dream feathers, quietly fly to your side,
I want to gently and softly leaning on your half of the couch, with my only warmth, so that you can sleep peacefully,
Dreams, there is no smoke, there is no distance, there is only a gentle me, infatuated with you.
My love, if the dawn sunlight will wake you up, I have long been gone in the dream, oh, don't you worry,
The petals on your pillow are the traces that I have been here, and in the clump of green grass in front of your steps, the dewdrops that keep rolling, are the teardrops sprinkled by me when I look back frequently.
My love, will you think of me? In the moonlight, in the strings, in the clouds, in a petal, in a drop of dew.
Flower Modern Poetry 3Lingering flowers floating on the October sky
Pink skirts linked in a smoky haze
She's in love with tender willow
She's in love with scholarly willow
Willow has lost its vitality in autumn
She's still entangled with willow
They said they would never be parted
That's the May
The love of the willow and the smoke of May
The Lingxiao flower
A woman who puts her love in her dreams
Her paintings and drawings
Are colored with the softness of the smoky rain of the south of the Yangtze River
Her shadows are as clear as the red lotus flower
The one she loves will never know what she is thinking
She writes all her love in her poems. She writes her love in poems
The sky flower is in love with the soft willow
She is in love with the scholarly willow
The sky flower climbs up to the blue sky
Immersed in the cloud-like gentleness
She only wants to be a pink cloud in the blue sky
She no longer wants to be troubled by the dust of the mortal world
Trouble with the mercurial gentleman of the dust of the mortal world
The sky flower only Climbing on the soft willow like a scholar
Staying together until old age
That soft willow is a scholar who doesn't understand love
He flicked it in the breeze
Just to win the smile of a red face?
Flower Modern Poetry 4Gently walk into your hazy silence,
With a heart to listen to this heavenly voice.
The breeze cuts across the cool cheeks of March,
leaving behind this precious picture of the landscape and the countryside.
Fu smell the faint fragrance of flowers just walking,
I see! I saw it!
A very fantasy kingdom.
Soldiers in green armor and yellow hats.
Standing in neat squares,
what a sacred parade!
And like young girls with golden crowns and green skirts.
They all have the classic movement,
What a beautiful dance music!
Looking at the clear mountains in the distance,
perhaps this is the farthest you can look.
Rapeseed wow, rapeseed wow.
How I wish to become a tree beside you,
and accompany you through this most prosperous time.
Just like this, it will stand for eternity,
and it will stand for a touching song of the South.
Even when you fade,
I still guard this land,
The land I love,
The land you love,
The 'land' that we both **** the same love.
Flower Modern Poetry 5Wind, is that you
You drive the allied car of time
Slowly coming towards me
To answer an appointment for a feast of the soul
When your footsteps are not yet close
I hear your gentle voice
* *
Wind, do you know it
That I'm standing right next to
As soon as you gently open your arms
A white reed flower
Will fall in your palm
That's the soul of my heart that has never left my body!
* *
Wind, I don't want to look at you from a distance
I don't want to see the bleakness left by the bloodstain
I want to stay beside you in peace and quiet
Let the reddish color of the moon consume us
Let the tears of our longing blur our vision
* *
Wind, you must remember
* *
Wind.
In the season of fluttering reeds
When you've made me a wedding dress
You'll remember my warm smile
In this life
* *
I'll be waiting for you, wind
You're the one that I'm destined to be with
Even if we're not in the same place in the same way in the years
I'll still be wandering around.
I'll be on the edge of the world
Standing in the ink book you wrote for me
Hanging tears for you
Rolling up the curtains for you
* *
Waiting for you
Flicking through the pages of the scriptures without a trace of dust
Until I'm obsessed with the moon and the moon
The flower of the sky. Modern Poetry 6
The ferry of independent spring, gently turned over
The despair that was left behind is like your back gradually going away
Searching for a page of thin poetry
The sunlight behind me is shallow and warm
The cold of yesterday's winter is baked and hot
Beginning to melt
The shining river flows past my feet
The boat that brings me back to my hometown
I'm not sure if I'll be able to find my way back.
The river runs back and forth
Singing the song of the hometown
Listen carefully and you can hear a string of maidenly thoughts
A peach blossom tree waits anxiously at the entrance of the village
Focus your eyes on the entrance of the village
The spring is very thick, covering the barrenness of the last year
Smoke, rain, green grass and fallen flowers extend towards more time
A peach blossom tree is waiting for the village entrance. >
How did a peach blossom tree
appear in my eyes
fall into the green lines of a poem
become the main character of the poem
very much like a woman's portrait
It's a pity that I didn't know that it was you
just as I turned around inadvertently
the wind led me past my eyes, and onto a petal. The peach blossoms
occupied my vacant heart
never left
I was like the wind, kissing a petal of peach blossoms
you, as if like a girl who did not know what to do
suddenly tasted the taste of the kiss
a tree of sweetness scarlet red time
treasured the tears of the long soughing
leaving an even and rounded spring
the tears of the long time soughing
the tears of the long time. Leave the spring an even, rounded
A poem like a fair back ......
I ambled, along with the red candle last night coughed up blood
Spit out a peach blossom
The spring, began to flood from a strain of lipstick
Flowers Modern Poetry 7Hazel
Fine rain is still falling
My familiar
distant mountains and near water
in an instant
turned into a picture
a continuous splash of ink
the effect of water vapor
three-dimensionally reflecting
like a mist
like a sauna
will be the world's
dust Wash away the dust of the world
As far as I can see
A mass of fiery red
Floating in the green veil
Beckoning me over and over again
In my eyes
Infinitely enlarged
I paused to take a closer look
Dots of fiery red
And I got closer again
It's the same thing as a mist, a sauna, a sauna, and the dust of the world.
Sultry roses
In the rain
Surprised like never before
Let the fragrance of roses
Fill my body
Let the wind and the rain
Spray my face
I'm not a painter
I would like to paint a picture of this scene
I'm not a photographer
I'm not a photographer
I'm not an artist
I'm a photographer
I'm a photographer
I'm a photographer
I'm not a photographer. I'm not a photographer
I want to capture her beauty
I hate that I'm not Prince Charming
I can't interpret
colorful
enchanting stories
I hate that I'm just a hurried passer-by
but I can't weave
a fairy tale filled with dreams
whether it's rain or tears
it's impossible to tell whether it's rain or tears.
I can't tell
It's near
But it's far away
I'm still gazing
Her curvy figure
Her noble temperament
Becomes wild and unruly
Sometimes she speaks in a lingering voice
Sometimes she beats her heart on a drum
Her hot petals
Indulge in a passionate rampage. Passion's raging
In the thunder and lightning
Bursting with sparks
The maiden and the beast
Touched the gods
And at last played
The heavenly voice of the octave
Breaking free of the darkness
Shot out the sword of Chupy
Ah
The rose in my heart
The rose in my heart
The rose in my heart
The rose in my heart
The rose in my heart
The rose in my heart
The rose in my heart
The rose in my heart The rose in my heart
Ah
The Mona Lisa in my eyes
Flower Modern Poetry 8The day the snow fell
I was in the snowy sky
My heart was bared in the snow
Listening to the sound of the snowflakes falling
As you murmured in my ear
Wind chimes are pleasant to hear
The passion inside was lost in the cold of the winter. The passion inside me is covered by the relentless snowflakes in the cold winter
I've waited so hard
Like the grass that hibernates under the snow
Enduring the winter's torment and waiting for the spring
Believing that the days will not be long gone
I'm convinced that there's a crossroads ahead
But I've lost my way in the snow late at night
And again, I've come to stay at a crossroads. I'm at a crossroads again
Throwing away the hopelessness, the passion, the fatigue, and so much more
It's like a snowflake melting away
But the memories won't melt away
I'm choosing between the left and the right
And where do I go from here
The red light's ticking down
And I'd like to go back
But I know that no matter what I do. know that no matter how I go
the road is under my feet
and I have only one direction to go
and that is forward
It doesn't matter how I go
what matters is where I'm going
I have the courage to live in my memories
but the memories sink in my confusion
the white earth
I
Laughing at the sky
Laughing at life
There is no more courage in the sea
Courage in the sea vow:
I wonder how many unfinished grievances there are
How many unfinished love sorrows there are
How many more romantic sadnesses there are
How much thicker the snow has piled up
It will eventually melt in the sunshine
The dream The dream of a better life
will eventually return to reality
Standing in the snow
I brought an umbrella
Can I borrow some of the snow on top of your head
Feel the serenity and warmth of life in the silence
Letting fresh air pass through my chest
Letting the passion that has faded begin to revive
The warmth that wells in the heart slowly soothes my heart.
Through the cold wind
Through the snowflakes
I can see that the snowy days are no longer cold
I gently open my arms
Facing the rising sunlight
Embracing this white world:
----- I'm going to take the snowflakes on your head as a collector's item
Flowers
I'm going to take the snowflakes on your head as a collection. collection
Flower Modern Poetry 9A curtain of broken thoughts
An eye of snow dancing and cutting the wind
A pocket of romance
A naughty dream
The days when you're here or not
Are all frozen into a beautiful landscape
The days when you're here or not
Are also the days when you're in your thoughts
The soft winds of beauty
Are also the days when you're in your thoughts.
The soft winds of beauty
We have been close to each other over thousands of miles
But we have faded away in the breeze
We are still separated by a city of longing
The lonely sky
There are still smiles on the fireworks
Waking up in the bed
There are dreams wetted with tears
The sea is still the sea
The mountains are only windy The end of the sea is still the sea
The end of the mountain is only the wind
The moment you raise your whip
It's not just the white horse that's dusty
It's also the night of the fireworks
The back of that windy, rainy, and windy journey
Flower Poetry 10When the winds of autumn pick up
A woman carries a heart of a lotus flower
The lotus flower of her heart
The lotus flower of her heart
Bloomed too late, and opened to the bottom of my heart.
A dignified and admirable tenacity
Unwilling to give up, unwilling to miss
Courageous, steadfast in their beliefs
The blossoming of a jade clean, ice-clear, graceful and elegant jade
I had to be surprised at your beauty
I had to be amazed at your beauty
I marveled at your simplicity
I adored your purity
I adored your purity
I adored your purity
I adored your purity
I admired your purity
I worship your purity
You are so unattainable
But you are there
Your posture, your knitted brows and your smile are intoxicating
I stayed on the lake bank in the misty rain and touched you
I hope time will freeze from now on, and I don't want to leave
Maybe this moment is the result of the thousands of times I prayed to the heavens in the past life
To fulfill my love for you, I have to be a good friend to you.
I've been waiting for you for so long
How can I be silent, how can I hold myself together
I want to be with you again, to renew the relationship of the past life, to continue to write the contract of this life
I kissed you softly
I've been waiting for you, I've been waiting for you. p> At this moment, tears are falling from my eyes
They are dripping on your elegant and fragrant stamen
You shouldn't only remember my kiss
Can you feel that icy tear
Has it touched your heart
Lotus
How can I love you
I want to take you with me because I don't want to run away from you
I want to take you away from you because I don't want to run away from you
I want to take you away from you because I don't want to run away from you
I want to take you away from you because I don't want to run away from you.
I can't take you with me because you have a mission to fulfill
You must bloom in the mire of the world
You must bloom gracefully and fall lightly
You must show your transcendence
I didn't turn to leave, but I just stayed with you in sadness
I'll keep those memories in my heart
I won't covet, I won't grudge and I won't be long in the tooth
When your petals fall, I'll be there for you to see. When the petals of your flower are gone
Pick up a lotus seed and plant it in my heart
From now on, there will be only one you in my heart
I'll never forget you.