Ancient poems about mimosa 1. What are the poems about mimosa?
1, "Mimosa", thin leaves closed, edges touching, delicate flowers are shy little hibiscus.
People can learn from shame, so there is no gossip in the world. 2. "Mimosa" (modern poem) I came to say goodbye to myself, wrapped tightly. I used a fake, shackled, real self.
Not only my body, but my soul and my love. My life, my whole life.
I don't want it, you touch it gently. I just want you to look at me with tender eyes and tear my shyness away.
3, "Mimosa" leading potted plants, Mimosa leaves are gathered, really wonderful, skillful hand simulation painting, mouse painting, fragrant, gently shake the pistil. 4, "Mimosa" Gu Ying, who pity the wind and tears, rolled the curtain, ashamed of the gentleman, came to meet the spring dream, lonely and sad. 5, "Mimosa" is shy, just like the first pear flower in the stone with the rain, no sand for the delicate+. Shaped like a fluff ball.
After flowering, it bears pods and the fruit is oblate. The leaves are feather-like compound leaves, alternating with each other and arranged in a palm shape.
Flowering after midsummer, with oblong flower heads and 2-3 flowers in leaf axils. The flowers are white and pink, with bell-shaped calyx, 8 tiny calyx teeth, 4 petals and 4 stamens, and the ovary is hairless.
The pods are flat, each pod node 1 grain, and fall off at maturity. Flowers bloom in September.
The flowers, leaves and pods of mimosa have a good ornamental effect and are easy to survive, so it is suitable for potted plants on balconies and indoors (people who eat mimosa or contact it too much can also cause hair loss). It can also be planted in yards and other places.
Mimosa is different from ordinary plants. When it is touched, the petiole droops and the lobules close, so people understand it as "shy grass", so it is called grass-sensitive, grass-drinking, grass-shy, grass-ashamed and grass-ugly (Cantonese). Native to tropical South America, it likes to be warm and humid, and has general requirements for soil.
2. Flower language: Flower language: Shyness gently touches the leaves of this plant and will immediately close and droop, even if a gust of wind blows, just like a shy girl. So its flower language is-shyness.
People born with this flower blessing are very shy and timid. I feel particularly keen and have strong self-esteem.
However, it will be much easier if you are with people who know yourself. Making friends is more important than quality, and you like the feeling of running water. 3. Other poems: "Mimosa"-There is a Mimosa in Shelley Garden, and the wind of youth feeds it with silver nectar; It opens its fan-shaped leaves to the sun, and kisses at night make it close them.
Spring rises in the beautiful garden, like a spirit of love, and her traces can be felt everywhere; Flowers and grass germinate on the dark chest of the earth, and they wake up from their hibernating dreams one by one. But in gardens, fields and suburbs, there is nothing like a lonely mimosa, more like a doe longing for the sweetness of love at noon, trembling and breathing happiness.
First snow lotus, then violet, woke up on the warm ground soaked by rain, and the breath was mixed with fresh earthy breath, such as singing and instrumental music; Then there are colorful silver lotus and graceful tulips; There are daffodils, which are more beautiful than all others. He stared into his eyes in the depths of the water and finally lost his life for his beauty. Lily in the deep valley is like a fairy in the water. Passion makes it pale, youth makes it bright, and through the delicate shade, the trembling flower bell shines brightly. Hyacinthus orientalis, purple, white and blue, rings intoxicating bells from the flower bells. Elegant, soft and rich music seems to be fragrant in the senses.
There is also a rose, like a fairy who is ready to take a bath, unbuttoning her clothes, exposing her breasts as bright as jade, layer after layer, exposing the soul of love and beauty to the charming air; The slender lily, like a girl in Dionysus, holds high the moonlight-colored cup and lamp until the flame-like star, whose eyes look straight at the benevolent sky through the clear dew. There are elegant jasmine, sweet Hosta, absolute fragrance, which is the crown of flowers; All the exotic flowers and plants from all directions are thriving in the garden.
Water lilies with wide and trembling petals lie on the restless water-gentle streams bounce and slide around, emitting brilliance and playing sweet music. The path covered with grass and moss twists and turns in the garden, or is exposed to the sun and breeze not far away, or hidden in the trees with flowers in full bloom.
Here are full of daisies and hyacinthus orientalis, which are as beautiful as the evergreen flowers in the myth. All kinds of small flowers hang down with the sunset, forming a white, purple and blue pavilion to protect fireflies from the night dew. From this unpolluted paradise, those flowers (like a baby's eyes when he wakes up, smiling at his mother, whose sweet song first urges him to sleep and finally wakes him up) bloom when the joyful wind in heaven makes them open, like a miner's lamp igniting the magnificent brilliance of underground gems, and each one smiles at heaven and enjoys happiness in the kind sunshine.
Because all the flowers are infected and infiltrated with the fragrance and light from neighboring flowers, just like young lovers who are close because of youth and love, wrapped and filled with each other's breath. Mimosa feels love from root to leaf, but there is no fruit of love. It accepts more and loves more. When it is needed, it can give completely-because mimosa has no gorgeous flowers, and its color and fragrance do not belong to it. It is as loving and passionate as the god of love, and it only longs for a treasure, the beauty it does not have! The breeze pours a deep and pleasant sound from the flimsy wings; Flowers project light like stars, sending their colors far away.
Winged insects, agile and free, like golden boats, swim around in the sea, covered in brilliance and wheat straw, flying over shiny green grass; Invisible condensed clouds, like flames, lie stiffly among flowers. When the sun rises in the sky, they travel like elves in the stars, and each fog cloud is intoxicated and hazy because of its fragrance; The water vapor shivering at noon in the dark is like seawater soaking the warm earth, and every sound, smell and light moves in it, just like reeds in a stream. These are like sent angels, bringing sweet happiness to mimosa-when they move lazily during the day, they are like clouds floating on windless days.
2. Mimosa Poetry
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Mimosa pudica
Gu Ying, who pity the wind to wipe tears?
It's your shame to be confined to plain face.
Looking forward to spring dreams.
Lonely, sad, sleepy
Mimosa pudica
Things are different and strange.
Fresh, smart and charming.
Occasionally, the leaves are poorly closed.
Give in to shame and avoid being frivolous.
Mimosa seven wonders
The slender pinnate leaves have less airflow,
Gently stroke and blow the leaves.
Flowers are fragrant, bees and butterflies are far away,
Why are you ashamed?
Mimosa pudica
Beautiful paintings, beautiful poems, beautiful artistic conception,
Fragrant mimosa.
The melody is elegant and brilliant,
Painting and poetry are intoxicating.
Mimosa pudica
Like a mimosa,
Everyone knows the secret?
Gentleness, humility, frugality,
Meitu is a true portrayal!
Mimosa pudica
What a wonderful world.
Shame on grass.
The single-point blade of the mouse is closed.
Like a smiling girl.
Mimosa pudica
Simulation mouse painting online version,
Gently touch your face shyly;
Elegant melody and clever mind,
Reality is shameful.
Mimosa pudica
Shy, silent, elegant,
Who is waiting for a thousand green leaves?
Mistook you for your lover,
Make love with your head down.
Mimosa pudica
Click on mimosa gently with the mouse.
The green leaves are tender and delicate.
Elegant melody and pure heart.
High creativity in painting.
3. mimosa poems
1, "Mimosa", thin leaves closed, edges touching, delicate flowers are shy little hibiscus.
People can learn from shame, so there is no gossip in the world. 2. "Mimosa" (modern poem) I came to say goodbye to myself, wrapped tightly. I used a fake, shackled, real self.
Not only my body, but my soul and my love. My life, my whole life.
I don't want it, you touch it gently. I just want you to look at me with tender eyes and tear my shyness away.
3, "Mimosa" leading potted plants, Mimosa leaves are gathered, really wonderful, skillful hand simulation painting, mouse painting, fragrant, gently shake the pistil. 4, "Mimosa" Gu Ying, who pity the wind and tears, rolled the curtain, ashamed of the gentleman, came to meet the spring dream, lonely and sad. 5, "Mimosa" is shy, just like the first pear flower in the stone with the rain, no sand for the delicate+. Introduction to Mimosa: Mimosa is a perennial herb or subshrub in Leguminosae. Because its leaves respond to heat and light, they will close immediately when touched by external force, so it is named mimosa. Shaped like a fluff ball.
After flowering, it bears pods and the fruit is oblate. The leaves are feather-like compound leaves, alternating with each other and arranged in a palm shape.
Flowering after midsummer, with oblong flower heads and 2-3 flowers in leaf axils. The flowers are white and pink, with bell-shaped calyx, 8 tiny calyx teeth, 4 petals and 4 stamens, and the ovary is hairless.
The pods are flat, each pod node 1 grain, and fall off at maturity. Flowers bloom in September.
The flowers, leaves and pods of mimosa have a good ornamental effect and are easy to survive, so it is suitable for potted plants on balconies and indoors (people who eat mimosa or contact it too much can also cause hair loss). It can also be planted in yards and other places.
Mimosa is different from ordinary plants. When it is touched, the petiole droops and the lobules close, so people understand it as "shy grass", so it is called grass-sensitive, grass-drinking, grass-shy, grass-ashamed and grass-ugly (Cantonese). Native to tropical South America, it likes to be warm and humid, and has general requirements for soil.
2. Flower language: Flower language: Shyness gently touches the leaves of this plant and will immediately close and droop, even if a gust of wind blows, just like a shy girl. So its flower language is-shyness.
People born with this flower blessing are very shy and timid. I feel particularly keen and have strong self-esteem.
However, it will be much easier if you are with people who know yourself. Making friends is more important than quality, and you like the feeling of running water. 3. Other poems: "Mimosa"-There is a Mimosa in Shelley Garden, and the wind of youth feeds it with silver nectar; It opens its fan-shaped leaves to the sun, and kisses at night make it close them.
Spring rises in the beautiful garden, like a spirit of love, and her traces can be felt everywhere; Flowers and grass germinate on the dark chest of the earth, and they wake up from their hibernating dreams one by one. But in gardens, fields and suburbs, there is nothing like a lonely mimosa, more like a doe longing for the sweetness of love at noon, trembling and breathing happiness.
First snow lotus, then violet, woke up on the warm ground soaked by rain, and the breath was mixed with fresh earthy breath, such as singing and instrumental music; Then there are colorful silver lotus and graceful tulips; There are daffodils, which are more beautiful than all others. He stared into his eyes in the depths of the water and finally lost his life for his beauty. Lily in the deep valley is like a fairy in the water. Passion makes it pale, youth makes it bright, and through the delicate shade, the trembling flower bell shines brightly. Hyacinthus orientalis, purple, white and blue, rings intoxicating bells from the flower bells. Elegant, soft and rich music seems to be fragrant in the senses.
There is also a rose, like a fairy who is ready to take a bath, unbuttoning her clothes, exposing her breasts as bright as jade, layer after layer, exposing the soul of love and beauty to the charming air; The slender lily, like a girl in Dionysus, holds high the moonlight-colored cup and lamp until the flame-like star, whose eyes look straight at the benevolent sky through the clear dew. There are elegant jasmine, sweet Hosta, absolute fragrance, which is the crown of flowers; All the exotic flowers and plants from all directions are thriving in the garden.
Water lilies with wide and trembling petals lie on the restless water-gentle streams bounce and slide around, emitting brilliance and playing sweet music. The path covered with grass and moss twists and turns in the garden, or is exposed to the sun and breeze not far away, or hidden in the trees with flowers in full bloom.
Here are full of daisies and hyacinthus orientalis, which are as beautiful as the evergreen flowers in the myth. All kinds of small flowers hang down with the sunset, forming a white, purple and blue pavilion to protect fireflies from the night dew. From this unpolluted paradise, those flowers (like a baby's eyes when he wakes up, smiling at his mother, whose sweet song first urges him to sleep and finally wakes him up) bloom when the joyful wind in heaven makes them open, like a miner's lamp igniting the magnificent brilliance of underground gems, and each one smiles at heaven and enjoys happiness in the kind sunshine.
Because all the flowers are infected and infiltrated with the fragrance and light from neighboring flowers, just like young lovers who are close because of youth and love, wrapped and filled with each other's breath. Mimosa feels love from root to leaf, but there is no fruit of love. It accepts more and loves more. When it is needed, it can give completely-because mimosa has no gorgeous flowers, and its color and fragrance do not belong to it. It is as loving and passionate as the god of love, and it only longs for a treasure, the beauty it does not have! The breeze pours a deep and pleasant sound from the flimsy wings; Flowers project light like stars, sending their colors far away.
Winged insects, agile and free, like golden boats, swim around in the sea, covered in brilliance and wheat straw, flying over shiny green grass; Invisible condensed clouds, like flames, lie stiffly among flowers. When the sun rises in the sky, they travel like elves in the stars, and each fog cloud is intoxicated and hazy because of its fragrance; The water vapor shivering at noon in the dark is like seawater soaking the warm earth, and every sound, smell and light moves in it, just like reeds in a stream. These are like sent angels, bringing sweet happiness to mimosa-when the daytime moves lazily and floats like a cloud.