Lilac modern poetry 1 Lilac resentment
This is the bitter season of lilacs.
A purple fog that lingered all night in the fine rain in May.
Quietly, wash your feelings in the raindrops.
Wet season, sour heart
A tree with a hundred branches must have a knot.
In the purple mist, there is a sinking tide.
A woman drags a long bitterness.
Full of tenderness, nowhere to entangle.
Indulge in branches and foreheads
Crazy, lovesickness becomes a disease
Lilac Modern Poetry 2 Lilacs in the Country
Looks like innocent snow.
But it will always be a burning flame.
This is a lilac in the country.
Like the most beautiful music
Like the fifteenth moon touching the treetops.
My eyes stay on your face.
And more wonderful music.
But then you slept in my arms like a baby.
When all is silent, I listen further and further.
You seem to be slowly returning from adulthood to childhood.
I seem to have returned to the forest from the forest.
Some people say that lilacs in the countryside are young old mothers.
She cast her net on the person she loves.
Sewing for him, embroidering for him
Clip sequins on your long scarf.
Those who see or hear can cherish it forever.
The fragrance in my heart will always give birth to good hope.
Such a heart will never wither.
I used to capture mystery with you with love.
Later, I love you with my conscience.
As simple as cloves in the country.
It is better to climb the mountain alone.
You will find a man on the mountain.
Facing the silent mountain
Needless to say, I am so small.
Lilacs in the countryside will be soft, lasting, affectionate and subtle.
Romance is so in place
Moved in the universe, you don't need an audience.
Just inner understanding.
Like cloves in the country
Lilac Modern Poetry 3 Five Cloves Lilac
According to legend, in the season when lilacs are in full bloom, whoever can find five lilac petals will have a lifetime of happiness.
May all my friends find their own five lilacs.
Holding the legendary hand,
Look at those lilacs.
Looking for five cloves,
Put on beautiful clothes for happiness.
Morning dew,
Wet the shy flowers.
Without the sadness and sadness in lilac songs,
Only bloom is vigorous and unrestrained.
Morning dew seems to understand,
Exploration in bright eyes.
Beautiful girl,
Can I be your five cloves?
Smiling face,
Kiss the fragrance of brewing.
Lingering fragrance,
Play a smart purple movement.
Lovely girl,
I am the five cloves you are looking for?
The wind wafted away with fragrance,
Bring back a ray of bright sunshine.
The smiling face of youth rippled among the flowers,
Strong arms around the wall of love,
Embrace that shy heart that beats gently.
Kind girl,
You don't have to look hard anymore,
I am your five cloves.