Flower Poem

Flower Modern Poetry 1

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.

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 2

My 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 3

Lingering 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 4

Gently 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 5

Wind, 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 7

Hazel

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 an artist

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

The rose in my heart

The rose in my heart The rose in my heart

The Mona Lisa in my eyes

Flower Modern Poetry 8

The 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

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 9

A 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 10

When the winds of autumn pick up

A woman carries a heart of a lotus flower

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 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 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.