Modern poetry of plants

No matter in school or in society, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems. Poetry is a literary genre that expresses feelings and wishes. What poems have you read? The following is my collection of plant poems. Welcome everyone to refer to it, I hope I can help you.

1, Luffa seedlings

Summer is the towel gourd seedling, right?

Under?the?sun

Let that wall merge into one.

Green waterfall

Summer is that bean field, right?

Under?the?sun

Turn that land into a king.

Green pond

Oh, bean sprouts like small fish

It's flashing inside.

Summer is the lotus leaf, right?

Under?the?sun

Turn the pond aside.

Dark green night sky

Oh, lotus flowers like stars

Shake in it

Summer is a plant.

Be watered by cicadas

breezily

2. Plants

Being a plant is much simpler than being a human being.

Feel the sunshine and rain.

You just need to figure out how to grow up all day.

No one is hypocritical and sophisticated.

If I had to choose, rice would be the first choice.

Accept the care of farmers

From sowing to fertilization, from pest control to harvest.

The process of life is simple.

Always associated with care or respect.

You can also make flowering and fruiting trees

Sincerity from the soul, accepting expectations and blessings.

Even if it is a grass, there are countless grass.

From bright green to yellow, you don't have to walk on the earth.

The winding path bypasses the unpredictable trap.

Look, how free it is to be a plant.

More casual, relaxed and happy than people today.

Step 3: strawberries

Hey, my strawberries are ripe.

But the strawberries have gone bad.

However, a new strawberry has grown.

My impatiens and eggplant grow well.

I hope my eggplant will grow eggplant soon.

Pick it for me to eat.

I also hope that my impatiens will grow more densely.

I hope my strawberries won't go bad again.

I hope it has more strawberries.

4. The color of spring

Just cut a few petals of spring color.

Cut into the shape of an orchid

Then,

Hang a string of bells in the wind.

Whose window is it?

Dingdong green

It's morning.

Dance of the mind

faraway place

There is a bird called time.

Standing on the branches of the sun

look

green

How to sing

Time. Song (surname)

wait for

season

It is quietly blooming for spring.

5. "Orchid"

In every lonely season

There will always be one or two sad things

Makes us feel

The world will eventually be flawed.

Then, the orchid bloomed.

It's in a corner of the city.

Innocent and romantic

Enjoy the happiness of others.

The sorrow of others

It is too small.

Like a light rain.

Sink into the sea, silently.

Everything

Just for the opening of the half season.

Who will be moved by it?

I always have this guess.

Even if I cry for it.

Also feel sorry for it.

Such a request is not too much.

Because it has half a season of insignificance.

We also have our lifelong pursuit and hope.

Yes, we still have a long way to go.

Before you leave, watch the orchid bloom again.

It will also bring us hope and blessings.

In every corner of the city.

It will accompany us all the way.

6. The fragrance of spring breeze

Standing by in the wind, looking forward to the return of Yanbei, while the quiet mood is accompanied by silent waiting.

Playing under the moon, the spring breeze suddenly gets cold, and the solidified smile is wrapped in clear tenderness.

On every hopeful night, between the lines, there is a warm language.

I stood in a corner of Gaomi, as ordinary as a woman, and no one stopped to linger.

The exposed blue-purple petals, like condensed true feelings, germinate quietly.

Hidden in the cold winter, released on the edge of beautiful nature.

Like many perfumes that cater to the spring breeze, I actually practiced for many days.

In April, my mind is just a string played in a low voice.

The business card of the soul is colorful in the feelings of nature.

Between the ups and downs of life, what is the best and what is joy?

The clumps scattered all over the place are just to taste the warmth of the world.

Watching the bright moon, how can it be dark?

Talking and laughing are like roots buried in the soil.

Who sent a ray of sunshine, scattered on the stamens indifferently and stretched.

Come on, come to this square and let the breeze soothe the sadness of the past.

Let the green fill the soothing vein, and let the dew touch the gentle eyebrows.