Modern Poetry of Wisteria 1 Wisteria
A touch of purple.
A faint scent
You bloom gracefully
You are a soft vine.
Tensile winding
twist with fingers
You are an ambitious vine.
Growing up in the arms of a big tree
grow up
Without fire, there is no show off.
In silence
There you are.
Only dust comes out
Wisteria Modern Poetry 2 "Wisteria"
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Lonely night
Moonlight outside the window
Dyed a season of loneliness.
Wisteria in the dark
It is particularly dazzling in the moonlight.
A wisp of fragrance awakens a dream.
The fragrance of flowers can only be
Sad alone
What people see is only superficial beauty.
Who is it?
Will delve into the deep sadness and powerlessness under beauty.
Strong and helpless swaying in the wind
Yesterday's party is today.
I can only languish in my thoughts.
There is no reason why you can't extricate yourself from the ground.
Love wisteria in the wind.
Wisteria Modern Poetry 3 "Wisteria in Life"
Well, the fog has cleared.
I should go, too.
Say goodbye to wisteria at the exit at night.
The hope of releasing secrets
I know I don't have to pray
The tree full of flowers will bloom for me.
That's it. It's dusk.
I smell the morning sun in early spring.
Looking at unexpected dreams in the dead of winter
I know a warm bed.
Can't stop the dream from leaving.
Just as it came in a hurry.
Dear friends.
Don't look back, don't look back.
Waiting for March when the grass grows and the warbler flies.
I will silently bless the flowers and shadows all over the tree.
Someone is waiting for your faint fragrance.
Wisteria Modern Poetry 4 "Wisteria in Dreams"
A string of nails
Ring the purple bell
Remind and remind.
This is an invitation from afar.
Tell the affection of a white butterfly
I heard the stream slide over mossy stones.
The branches let go of a ray of clear sunshine.
Warmed a bud that broke through the ground.
A flower fell to the ground.
Just ran over a passing ant.
Hush
This dream is very thin
Don't disturb that string of purple bells.
Remind and remind.
Wisteria Modern Poetry 5 "Wisteria"
The smell of smoke in April
The sunshine reveals your secret quietly.
In the golden mist
You put on Zijin's wedding dress
Fine and dense
More mysterious on the green grass.
The wind is blowing bit by bit.
Wash the stubborn mud off early.
Whose marks were left last night?
Up and down under the blue sky
This new sari
This is the effort of the wind.
I stood still.
But I feel very sorry in my heart
Peach and plum withered all over the world
For you, the courage to walk alone
Give the best and best respect.
Wisteria Modern Poetry 6 "Wisteria"
Vines, like waterfalls.
In the noisy world,
Free and easy.
That faint dreamy fragrance,
Diffuse in the air.
Before you know it, stop,
Unconsciously, to speed up the pace. ...
Wisteria Modern Poetry 7 "The Scent of Wisteria"
My focal length is very short
Is to see that you are bigger.
My focal length has become longer.
Bring you closer.
Concentrated graph
Or after taking a shower and changing clothes.
The queen of angels
Deep eyes
Against the exotic fragrance of orchids
Flowing hair
Wrapped in a charming face
The proportion of lightweight posture is just right.
Brilliant and moving
Singing and dancing rainbows, tapping the staff.
I guess you are from the sun.
Playing the dim moonlight
Ripples are cool
In the swirling air
Fresh wild green appears.
Your territory
something i need
Wisteria Modern Poetry 8 "Wisteria"
Vent quietly in the April sun.
The flowing attachment becomes the warmth of the season.
Smile all the way, wanton.
The romance of youth
In the morning breeze, it is dense all around.
Low-brow wind chime
Get rid of the elegant memories of the past
Brush away those dusty days
Keep your eyes fixed on the footprints in the distance.
Indulge in the gaze of the hut
Layer upon layer, deeply entangled
The endless fragrance of love
Two small conjectures under the vine
In the purple waterfall
With a curtain of dreams on his head.
Hold a wisp of fragrance in your hand.
Dance in a variety of ways
Beauty makes human feelings beautiful.
Wisteria Modern Poetry 9 "April of Wisteria"
The wisteria in the dream is blooming again.
That year, Petals and I were both.
May moistens the soil.
So the memory is fixed in the fragrance of that year.
I left those vines.
Leave those memories
In the following April, I never saw this dream again.
Wisteria is in bloom.
In this April, I saw a dream.
Wisteria bloomed, just like in memory.