Modern poems about flowers are as follows:
1. Following a wisp of fragrance, I came under the plum blossom tree to look for the long-lost jasmine tea. Beside the lotus pond, stood a man. She is a slim and graceful woman with plain hair and pink face. She is holding a pipa in her arms. Isn’t that plum blossom rain? I saw her looking into the distance, thoughtfully. What was she doing and who was she thinking about? ——"Plum Blossom Rain"
2. A plum blossom was picked away for a whole season. She smiled. For this season, the plum blossom didn't care, just like what she wrote casually. Typo, but this season, it has been internally injured by the fragrance. It cannot bloom or bear fruit. A plum blossom blooms peacefully, but in a season, its leaves have fallen early to prepare for the core. ——"A Plum Blossom"
3. In winter, I want to be a plum blossom. Even the sharp cold wind can't shake the infatuation that was given to me early. A wisp of fragrance is my greeting. Tonight is like last night. Asked about the moonlight, she disappeared, illuminated by the cold snowflakes, my flowers are more poetic than the flames, lighting you up will ignite you and warm you.
Let you stay away from sorrow, let go of all pride, wait for you, look up to you, like looking up at the sky, the night is your secret pain, my dear, then let me be your spiritual travel companion, okay? ? Starting from winter, I will find the spring scenery you longed for in one draft.
4. You are an elf in the world of ice and snow. You bloom in the bleak season. The biting cold wind condenses you into blossoms of blood red dotted in the rouge-exhausted midwinter. Your upright and stubborn temperament shows your unparalleled beauty. Your stunning beauty and pure character like ice and snow have created your elegant and indifferent soul. You are a wonderful flower standing proudly, and you are the life blooming in the wind and snow. ——"Ode to Plum Blossoms"
5. In the bleak winter, the cold wind blows away, but the fragrance of the flowers cannot be stopped, and there is a deep warmth in your heart. You are not afraid of the severe cold or loneliness. With a bit of coquettishness, you face the cold wind and bloom with a five-petal mood. Accompanied by the scattered white snow, with a charming gesture, she showed a beautiful smile in a vast white world.
Quietly, I walk into you, chanting the poems that blow on the page, and step on the graceful plum blossom three lane music. In a beautiful encounter, smell that A wisp of dark fragrance exudes tranquility, and in the season of Xiaohan, there is an attractive fragrance. Look, that touch of shocking red brightens the winter, and paints it with bright colors in the cold season.
6. The wintersweet flowers are blooming, and in the whistling north wind, a faint yellow smile is fragrant. The clanking iron bones finally bloomed, and the soft intestines that turned hundreds of times bloomed, sniffing you, every inch of your breath, They are all soaked with the fragrance that penetrates the heart, and the guqin music is played. Under the bright moonlight, the lingering sound lingers in the ears, and the floating notes are melodious and melodious in the clear light outside the window.