Poems about flowers

The poem about flowers is as follows:

1, my favorite flower

I am my favorite flower. I often think like this: day, night, dream.

People who know me and strangers walk on the wide road, and praise comes to me like the air that is indispensable for breathing every day. I was a little timid at first,

Gradually become a habit, a demand.

Every year, every day, every hour, every minute, every second. Listen, time is running out. Remember time.

One day, yesterday, tomorrow, tomorrow's yesterday, people often think so. My favorite flower, I am my favorite flower? I always think like this: day, night, dream.

2. Morning glory

Ipomoea nil

Purple dream

When it comes out of your speaker.

Crystal dew

Still on your vine, swing, swing, swing.

Ipomoea nil

I caught it.

The vibration between your branches

I didn't say the wind.

I said, this is a flower.

Have a cordial conversation with another flower.

Ipomoea nil

Smoke from the kitchen came out of the house.

People in the yard

Clean up.

It's a fresh morning

Poetry, in the cup you picked up.

mild

3. Red azaleas

Rhododendrons in April and roads in May.

My youth is spent in my hands.

It's deep red.

April drizzle spreads its wings.

The azalea picked a feather.

It is indestructible pity under the sky in May.

Huakaiyi road

Flowers are red all the way, like holding youth in your hand.

I am walking on the road in May.

Looking back on April, the flowers are still blooming.

When the azaleas are in full bloom

There are red azaleas all over the mountain.

Sacrifice and betray friends

I built an altar for you.

After a lot, I insist on being brave.

Even if it's just for courage.

There are red azaleas all over the mountain.

ante mortem

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The world is not perfect.

Can't reach the free country

But I should stick to being brave.

Be sacrificed to

Used to be my enemy

The altar that was finally built for me

5. My azaleas

One meter in the sun

She is quietly opening her heart.

Bright and glittering with dew.

Petite body

Bring a faint fragrance to the room.

Facing the snow outside the window

Destined to one day

She will fly to the balcony.

But as my lover.

Open in my heart