Ode to a White Rose
Think back to the water droplets as light as dust at dusk.
The night is deep dark red.
The heaviness of winter-
This is autumn wind.
Endless sorrow
Sentimental and endless sadness
You knocked on the door of the rose garden.
I picked a white rose.
But you're not a muse.
So I heard the coming of winter.
The gloom of winter dusk
All over this campus
You passed by and stayed.
What it looks like in winter.
(Hard-to-crack symbols)
Poems that leave memories in a hurry
With a trembling heart
Pursue-
The second song
White rose
If it's blue sky
Please let me draw a colorful picture for you.
For the white rose in my dream.
Please let me be your harp.
Let every trace of longing for the light
Pluck my soft strings.
If your smile shines on me
That will wither and freeze the dark blue violets.
You know, your back is like the sword of a meteor.
Into the sleeping heart of this planet
Song 3
Read a poem on a white rose
This bunch of flowers is so elegant that I feel ashamed.
Su Yan is a boundless song, deeply drunk.
The poetic part of the flower, before the sunshine and rain.
People who live in poetry—
In every line, flowers bloom from time to time.
The sound of falling shadows. If I do what I want, I will leave here.
This poem will cause a sensation.
I learned to be calm. This absurd interpretation
After all, I am not encouraging myself, but the roses are in full bloom.
At this end of the heart, it is pure white.
Like a white wedding dress in the auditorium.
Purify everything. The other side of the heart
Heavier light waves, round after round.
Surging in the spring breeze window-
Song 4
Red roses and white roses
The feeling of sinking with the night
Come suddenly
Arrive at the atrium
Every lonely journey
As pale as imagination.
Through the eyes of the night
I hug you under the milky way.
Hearing is numb to noise.
The story of red rose and white rose
Narrating calmly in the eyes
There seems to be a faint fragrance.
Misty rain from Jiangnan
Go upstream.
Complete the difficult and long migration.
In the air of central China.
Full of the roughness of Reagan noodles.
My love falls in your clean palm.
No longer adapt to the environment
The purity of white roses
Open a warm red flower
So, I have you every day.
Drunk into a red rose