Do you have any poems about lavender?

March lavender adding time: June, 2005-13 20: 14: 00 Source: lavender in March, the sky in March is light blue, and the fragrance of mint is floating in the street, which is cool. She walked slowly on the sidewalk with a handbag in one hand and some books in the other. There is a cafe around the corner, which she seems familiar with. She smiled and pushed through the door without hesitation. A strong aroma of coffee lingers in every corner of the cafe, and occasionally there are faint floral and fruit aromas. Smart and bright space is like a beautiful and light tune. Her tongue seemed to taste a few drops of sour lemon juice, and the most sincere and comfortable smile rose from the bottom of my heart to my brow and lips. I chose a window seat, sat down, ordered a cup of lavender and breathed a sigh of relief. She is used to not carrying too much when she goes out on the street. Handbags and books are just bought. Snow-white dough, a layer of lace decoration, scattered green leaves and small yellow buds, elegant and exquisite. Lavender, transparent crystal cup and transparent cup holder, glassy liquid, pure enough to wash away people's troubles and make her slender fingers crystal clear. One of the books is a novel, Roland's green cabin. Soft words, hidden by dense green trees, reveal an old and mottled door, which contains far-reaching ancient meaning in peace. I remember reading it carefully in the library many years ago, and I especially liked the heroine in Dark Green. She is like a lively and naughty child when she is happy, and a very elegant woman when she is romantic. She likes to be free and unrestrained, and sometimes she looks like a passionate and naive country girl. She is full of peace away from the world, casually wearing a long skirt with flowers and plants, wrapping her long hair around her waist with a headscarf, and then happily piling wood on the ground: cherry red sloping roof, lemon yellow wall, surrounded by a small row of white wood. Or draw the hut where you live in a fairy tale: next to the small garden, on the green wooden wall, there are some cartoon-like pictures, such as a white rabbit crouching there with red eyes, a giraffe with flowers, and that strange-looking dog ... which makes people feel surprised and envious. In her spare time, she and she moved a bench under the big locust tree, snuggled up to each other, ate snacks, read novels and fed the birds with biscuit residue; Or lying in the shade of the green grass, feeling the slight wind and smiling at him relatively slightly. Brand-new books exude ink fragrance, and clean language makes people easily fall into a quiet and dreamy atmosphere. She gently took a sip of lavender, put the crystal cup back on the glass table, and made a crisp and pleasant "ding". The painting on the wall is based on the quiet and reassuring blue. A girl leaned against the window and cast her gentle eyes on the distant sky outside the window. Her fair skin is moist as jade, like a pear flower snow growing on a winding and clear stream. She subconsciously glanced at the girl who was making tea on the bar, wearing a long lotus dress, with a quiet and calm face, focused expression, skilled gestures and light fingers, flapping her wings like a butterfly, slowly showing a sweet and sensitive charm in a romantic and ethereal atmosphere. She quietly withdrew her eyes and stared at the tiny petals floating in the water in the crystal cup. I remember when I first arrived in this city, strange streets and strangers left her at a loss. It is a pair of warm and slender hands that firmly and steadily hold up her fragile heart, holding her hand tightly in the morning glow, warming her cold fingertips, erasing her anxiety and loss, making her familiar with the city bit by bit, and making her heart calm and calm inch by inch. The owner of these hands is the one who let her come to this city from afar. It was cold spring when I came. It was just dawn that morning, and it was deserted and lonely around. She walked out of the station slowly, and suddenly saw the familiar figure, holding the luggage in her hand, holding her tired, distressed her face, her dark eyes burning with the affectionate and touching light of moxibustion, and then tears fell down. The door of the cafe was pushed open again and she suddenly looked up. A young couple came in. The girl smiled and didn't know what to say to the boy. The boy's handsome face is a beautiful vision for the future. When she passed by, a cherry blossom fell leisurely from the girl's body, and a quiet and faint fragrance floated into her world, blending with the book. Ah ... March is the season of cherry blossoms. She gently took a sip of lavender tea, closed her eyes and fantasized about the flowers in her mind. Lightweight elves perched on the top of the branches, dancing and frolicking, and the sheep floated into the distant sky like a woman with eyebrows in the rain. She stood under the tree, stroking the cherry blossoms gently with her hands, intoxicated with them. Maybe there are a pair of attentive and affectionate eyes with a warm smile behind her. There is only a thin layer of liquid left in the crystal cup, which gently overflows the bottom of the cup and melts the amber luster in the sunset. I don't know when Richie Jen's affectionate and soul-embedded singing sounded in the cafe. I hope you will come back from the cherry blossom party next winter ... She brushed away her long hair hanging on her chest to cover her face, closed the book and smiled calmly and gracefully ... I will lock all our love in my mind to commemorate our extraordinary love; Love you, I don't regret ... the last drop of lavender slowly slipped into my throat, like the last low, soft and crisp note in that string of running water; As the sun sets, twilight gradually covers the city. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, she saw him cross the street across the street and push open the original wooden door of the cafe. His tall figure approached slowly, his affectionate eyes were on her, and he finally came to her side. She greeted her, and they merged in a low smile and a sweet wind hug.