Dizzy,
An iris is blooming.
Gently,
It smells fresh and fragrant.
Colorful summer days,
You smiled,
Charming is not the sneer of the rose beside me,
Nor is it the generous beauty of peony.
Your smile,
Smart and simple,
Children who smile like the sunshine in June.
Mix,
Love for summer, expectation for summer.
however
In this pink and gorgeous season,
A butterfly shadow protects the flowers and plants around you,
But I won't take honey from you alone;
The soft moonlight caresses the petals beside you,
But leave you alone on a lonely night.
On a cold and painful morning,
Round dewdrops,
With fatigue,
Dropping on your petite petals,
Into glittering and translucent lonely tears.
Iris,
You also long for your own butterfly and the moon that caresses your own flowers.
But,
On that tearful morning, a faint cool breeze blew the bleak autumn.
Bloom's flowers are falling, but I can't bear to see you wither.
Buried painfully in the autumn soil.
If I were a butterfly,
Will be cruel to take you off, always protect that bright smile;
If I were Yue Lun,
Will burn you decisively, take away your fragrance, together with that lonely love, deeply sealed,
Sprinkle with soft moonlight that never dies.
Maybe,
This is my eternal and selfish.
Fantasy.
Goddess of the rainbow
1
At night, in the wind, on the edge of the rain,
I found five irises, and I said they were lovely.
Like a woman, once, lying beside them.
Then wake up, get up, walk away and let your hair linger.
Memories on their sweet tongues.
I really want to tear off these petals with my teeth.
I really want to study these hairy selves,
Their beauty and indifference. they
Hold your breath all your life
Open, open.
2
We are not lovers, brothers and sisters,
Although we strolled through the hall hand in hand
When thoughts and desires
Extinguish, in this dream of life,
In this sleeping life, we die awake-
Purple turns blue, turn
Black, black, all these.
Pray by iris,
When she prayed for her home.
2. Poems describing iris are not necessarily calamus flowers, but only born in Shicheng.
Nature makes your eyes see all beings.
How I wish I could see you.
But you can't.
On such a desolate and silent sandbar
The weather has cleared up.
The wind turned cold when we left.
All thoughts and actions are gradually becoming dull.
What kind of dusk will it be?
At the moment, cattail flowers are still blooming at will.
There are clusters everywhere.
To the world around you
Show her enthusiasm, her little heart
From pure white to blue-purple
It's like telling a story I've been longing for all my life.
Please let the soul of the flower die before leaving the branch.
Let me stay for a while.
Time has changed from love to tyranny.
The difference between these transformations is very small.
So it is very sharp.
Especially when I used to
How I wish I could see you.
3. Poems about hiding the beginning and end of the New Year. The sunset is lonely and hazy.
Zhi Zhu, Iowa is relaxed.
Don't get drunk if you have wine today.
I'm afraid I'll stay cold.
Floating clouds are far away from the green hills,
Water mist enveloped the sea.
Infinite reverie will never exceed,
Love Wan Li and hold hands forever.
two
The sunset is lonely and hazy,
Spend a lot of time on the boat.
Sing spellbound with your voice,
Thinking of Mo Muxian.
Fly high with the clouds,
Shallow game between water and fish and grass.
I didn't get a chance to relive my old dreams,
Love is not open.
The setting sun flows freely west.
Chihuashui, Sui Xin, Lu Hua
Love is still too predestined.
The clear meaning should be emotional.
4. Poems with Spring as the Knot: Spring, Song and Zhu.
Win the day to find the fragrance of Surabaya,
The boundless scene is new for a while.
Know the east wind when you are free,
When everything is colorful, it is always spring.
Princess Guan Yongle enters the fan
Tang-Sun Yi
Bianying has few flowers,
I haven't felt fresh for years.
Beauty falls from the sky,
Longsai began to bounce.
For Ye Fan.
Lu Kai
Fold flowers to welcome posts,
Send it to the leading family.
Jiangnan has nothing,
Chat to send a spring.
Xue Mei: Lu Meipo.
There are plums, no snow and no spirit,
Snow without poetry.
Sunset poems are covered with snow all day,
Make ten springs with Mei.