A modern poem describing wild roses: Example 1: The season when roses fly away.
Clouds are sad and dreams are sad.
Acacia is also anchored on the hidden wall of this bridge corridor.
Just find Fangqiaodong and Xiaqiaoxi.
Looking for incense and hiding charming badminton from the countryside.
He sought, and eventually sought, drama,
That sad Wei Hua.
Face is like a rose.
Pick flowers, pick flowers,
Pick those little flowers.
Tearing at the shirt ready to fly against the wind
Embrace the wind full of Wei Hua.
It's more like flying in the wind
A girl rippling like a rose
What color is the flower?
As warm as a girl's soft pulse
What kind of flowing water gurgles?
Not as weak and lonely as a teenager
What is that? What's flashing in your eyes?
It is worthwhile for him to join hands with her and gradually become silent.
Pick one rose after another.
Wandering gently by the deep river.
Pick flowers gently-
Picking the afterglow of the sunset
We snuggled in each other's arms.
We were drunk. -Breathing to each other
In Wei Hua's dream-
We were bathed in the wind in Wei Hua.
Now, the pink rose has withered.
The autumn sound of singing is approaching tolerance.
Where to, where to-
Wei Hua in full bloom, once approached love.
Idle time, idle time-
The desolate suburbs of this wall, the sad pianos of decadent galleries.
A modern poem describing the wild rose-the first case-the night of the wild rose? The wind is still strong.
A row of street lamps
Still flashing her words
She said? A little homesick
I moved my shoulder.
Gaze at the flowers under the lamp
She told me? That's wild rose.
suddenly
I'm a little homesick, too
Think about the fence outside the house.
Also in full bloom
Wild rose with thorns, right?
A modern poem describing wild rose Example 3: Rose smiles at life, sometimes making people speechless.
It doesn't have to hurt when you cry.
Maybe it's the release of an avalanche
You are not necessarily happy when you laugh.
Maybe it's the helplessness of flowers withering.
Walk on the bumpy road of life
I thought about giving up on the way.
When the soul goes home, it brings tenacity.
Enjoy every scenery of every journey.
Or gorgeous, or bleak.
None of them are very important.
I wandered to the gloomy balcony.
Staring at Bai Yutang silently.
At this time, the night sky crossed a gorgeous meteor.
Instantly, disappeared in the dark night sky.
A gust of wind blew gently.
Bai Yutang trembled slightly and looked stiff.
The dead leaves are sighing, which seems a little sad.
Keep talking about the lost years
I turned on the light on the balcony.
Illuminated every corner.
Knocked on Bai Yutang's heart.
It smiled shyly at me.
I caressed the delicate and timid flowers.
A warm current hovers in my heart.
Example 4 of a modern poem describing the wild rose: one of the four poems of the wild rose? Wild roses are in full bloom.
Just yesterday, you saw bloom? This morning, it was covered with wisteria.
Wandering for three years? It is early spring on the horizon.
Second? Retain spring scenery
Bai Yutang showed Xia Hong? I bathed in the morning light and blew a breeze.
Looking for beautiful women every day? Leave the spring scenery to Heng Chang.
Third? Fen Luo Fang Hua
Hedges fall in the west. Ruihua? Guang Xin is like Fen Xia.
It's hard to ban because it's attractive? Sprinkle spring on a friend's house.
Fourth? used when a series is over
Pengyuan is Meiruikai again? Watching and wandering alone
May I take a picture with you? Fly down the Double Butterfly Jade Phoenix Terrace