Poetry about carnations 1. Poems about carnations
Ancient poems about carnations:
Children are busy studying thousands of miles away, and they feel homesick when they are alone.
In my dream, I sent Naixin to wish my parents well.
Prose poems about carnations;
Snowflakes fluttered in the air and landed on Santa Claus's beard. Santa Claus smiled: Make a wish, winter girl.
Miss Winter stretched out her cold hand: I want a thousand-year-old carnation to be inserted in front of the patient's bed, so that the candlelight of life can shine in the dark-
Moral:
Carnations mostly represent love, charm and respect, and red represents love and care. The love represented by carnations is relatively light and warm, which is suitable for describing family ties, so it is generally given to parents.
2. Poems describing carnations
I found it somewhere else, let's see if it's ok ~
Quatrain
Children are busy studying thousands of miles away, and they feel homesick when they are alone.
In my dream, I sent Naixin to wish my parents well.
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Poetry in prose
carnation
Snowflakes fluttered in the air and landed on Santa Claus's beard. Santa Claus smiled: Make a wish, winter girl.
Miss Winter stretched out her cold hand: I want a thousand-year-old carnation to be inserted in front of the patient's bed, so that the candlelight of life can shine in the dark-
Welcome every dawn. At this time, snowflakes covered the whole cliff, just like a lighthouse, standing in the night.
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Carnation made of poetry
In childhood
You hold my hand.
No matter how windy or rainy it is.
Zhaida
I'm not afraid.
grow up to an adult
I let go of your hand.
Walking alone
In other countries
Heart at home
The wind and frost of years
Dye your sideburns white
But it is red.
My long-standing concern
Standing in the May sunshine
Let me walk you.
A bunch of carnations made of poetry
Every petal
Write a sentence.
word
Daughter always likes it
You-Mom
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What is Acacia?
I see the clarity in the sky and the white clouds in my hands.
I compose music for you in stars and dreams.
No matter who comes near, spring will dance around him
Who's gone? Only the north is empty in autumn.
Your blue deepens your eternity.
Acacia is blinking.
A carnation
Acacia is an endless sea.
Calm, tranquil
Makes people lazy.
Such as satin, close to the sky.
Don't want to relax for a moment
Waves, boats
What kind of tenderness?
God's passion is added to your breath.
What is Acacia? I just watched curiously.
Dare not touch it
3. Who has modern or ancient poems about carnations?
Make up a song by yourself, different colors of carnations have different meanings ~
Carnation flower language:
Enthusiasm, charm, weak love, true feelings, mom, I love you, warm blessings, loving you, warm, kind, motherly love at no cost, tolerance, mom's flowers, deep affection, female love, family yearning, pure feelings, passionate love, enthusiasm, sadness and regret, pain, great, holy, kind and warm mom,
White: sweet and lovely, innocent and pure love, a gift that brings good luck to women, pure and pure friendship, my living love, my eternal love, faith, elegant love, true feelings and respect.
Pink: I will never forget you, beautiful, young and caring. May my mother always be young and beautiful. Touched, bright, maternal love, female love, I love you warmly.
Red: My heart aches, appreciates, worships, infatuates, motherly love, affection, passionate love, broken heart, missing, believing in your love, wishing my mother a long and healthy life, and wishing you health.
Yellow: You let me feel disappointed, abandoned, despised, long-term friendship, gratitude to my mother, rejection, taboo, contempt, eternal gratitude and deep friendship.
Mi Hong: Sad.
Crimson: passionate love
Pink: I love you.
Mottled: Refuse your love
Purple: capricious and unpredictable.
Stripe: No, I can't be with you.
Stripe: Sorry.
If it's about mother, the meaning is different ~
Carnation: Great, Holy and Kind Mother
Red carnation: I wish my mother a long and healthy life.
Pink carnation: I wish my mother always young and beautiful.
Yellow Carnation: Long-term Friendship
White Carnation: Pure Friendship
Write a short poem by yourself according to these.
4. Poems describing carnations
I found it from other places, let's see if it's ok ~ I'm busy studying thousands of miles, and I feel homesick when I'm alone.
In my dream, I sent Naixin to wish my parents well. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Miss Winter stretched out her cold hand: I want a thousand-year-old carnation to be inserted in front of the patient's bed, so that the candlelight of life can shine in the dark-to welcome every dawn. At this time, snowflakes covered the whole cliff, just like a lighthouse, standing in the night.
-Carnation made of poetry. When I was a child, you held my hand. No matter how stormy it is, I am not afraid of growing up. I let go of your hand. Love you-mom-what is lovesickness? I see the clear sky, the white clouds in my hands, and I compose music for you in the stars and dreams. I just looked at it curiously and dared not touch it.
5. Describe carnation sentences
I have always liked carnations because they are beautiful and belong to my mother. Every time I see them blooming quietly, they exude a fragrance, sweet and elegant, fascinating, just like my mother's affectionate but silent eyes. It can remind me to always remember my parents' love, and I can also remember my own love for my parents, and realize the truth and profundity of maternal love.
The faint smell of carnations began to waft in the street again. White, light pink, goose yellow, one by one, one by one, without any meaning of competition, but it makes people feel warm. Yes, this kind of flower is simple and elegant, full of beauty in simplicity, unobtrusive and unpretentious, just like the beauty of mother.
Put the flowers in a floating white vase where they can be seen around. This is the most beautiful and colorful picture woven by filial piety, love and romance. This bunch of flowers has been planted for half a month, some are still blooming enthusiastically, some are blooming shyly, and some have begun to fade. I cleaned up the residual flowers when I changed the water in the morning. Such a beautiful flower always haunts people. That kind of beauty has an indescribable shyness, which makes people's hearts beat, and bloom feels like gratitude to his mother.
6. Who can write an ancient poem about carnations?
Eye-catching, wicker is gentle
Song Dynasty: Wang Pei
There is a breeze in the wind, and the fans of smoke float into thousands of spring worries. Begonia has not been wet by the rain, pear blossoms are like snow, but it's a pity that spring is half over.
Now the past is hard to recall, and the soul in the dream walks around the boudoir building where you lived. Deep acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful nutmeg buds.
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There is a breeze in the wind, and the fans of smoke float into thousands of spring worries. Begonia has not been wet by the rain, pear blossoms are like snow, but it's a pity that spring is half over.
The willows play softly in the wind, and the smoke weaves into thousands of spring worries. Begonia was not wet by drizzle, but pear blossoms were like snow. It's a pity that spring is already halfway over.
Now the past is hard to recall, and the soul in the dream walks around the boudoir building where you lived. Deep acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful nutmeg buds.
It's hard to recall the past now, and the dream soul returns to the boudoir where you lived. Deep-rooted acacia is now only on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful cardamom tips.
Step 2 enjoy
"Liu rou smokes and weaves sorrow." The first sentence of the last film is "the willows are gentle", and the wicker is thin and long, indicating that the season is in mid-spring. The word "become soft" describes the softness of willows swaying in the spring breeze, and especially points out the softness and lightness of weeping willows when they sprout. The use of "plumes of smoke" to describe the moist willows is probably because in April, the top of weeping willows looks like a pale green smoke cloud from a distance. Ruyan Liu's metaphor is not new, but "smoke weaves sorrow" is novel and intriguing. The weeping willows in the smoke are not directly related to the sadness in the heart, but combined with a word "weaving", as if weeping willows can understand human nature. The appearance of the word "sadness" puts a faint melancholy feather on the whole word. However, the poet did not explain where this sadness came from. After only writing about weeping willows, he turned his brush strokes to two other flowers in spring: begonia and pear.
7. Are there any beautiful sentences about carnations?
[Composition Moonlit Mother Carnation] Love sometimes does not require the commitment of vows of eternal love, but it must require meticulous care and greetings; Love, sometimes does not need Liang Zhu to become a butterfly's tragic, but she must need tacit understanding and congenial; Love sometimes doesn't need men and women to follow, but it certainly needs mutual care, support and understanding. Motherly love, even more, occupies all. ...
Mother is the moon in my heart, charming moon.
I can't forget that when the moonlight is full of barren land, the wisps of pale green moonlight dye the mother and the earth into a silver light wheel, the mother's thin cheeks are getting older and older, and the wrinkles on her face paint the moon in the child's heart vividly.
I always describe my mother vividly in sweet dreams! Ups and downs, cold wind, frost and snow, how many hardships! My mother, at the beginning of my life journey, always dragged me along a bumpy road full of mud and thorns-although I stumbled, I still moved on. Once I fell on a bumpy dirt road. Mom always looks at me with encouraging eyes and makes me stand up by myself! But she never supported me with her big hands. The fifth grade composition "Composition Moonlight Mother Carnation". When I climbed by myself, my mother smiled with relief, so my mother shaped my twelve years as beautiful as flowers and pure as a stream.
From then on, my mother no longer has to look at the moon with melancholy eyes-because we all deserve the bright white light in our hearts!
Now, my mother is old, but she still fully displays her remaining afterglow on us and fully bathes that love on us. The old mother hides her sadness, like a fruitful sapling that no longer grows. Accompanied by a series of footsteps, mother sent us on the road of life again. She blessed us and deeply shed hope in our footprints; She is proud of us and places her hopes on our backs; She is confused for us, and she turns her hesitation into a boundless night sky.
Motherly love, prosperity, mother, tolerance and greatness, time is like water, moonlit night, still there.
I love my mother and I remember everything she gave me.
I am a small boat, thank my mother for raising the sail in my ethereal life! Let the direction be clear and let the hope last forever!
Send a bunch of carnations to show my love for my mother. As the saying goes, a drop of water is a spring, but when can I repay my mother's kindness? Grade 5, No.3 Primary School Affiliated to Fuzhou Education College, Cangshan District, Fuzhou City, Fujian Province: Zhang