Modern poetry about Ivy: Ivy

From the moment of germination

The winding and winding rattan begins to smell of spring

A scene The spring rain is continuous

The oily green buds stretch out new green leaves

covered with water drops and swaying in the wind

Like the tender faces of children

< p> The excited look is really cute

A wisp of breeze passed through the branches

The whole night was full of green color

Looking forward to the tiny white buds< /p>

The days are just waiting in anticipation

The caress of drizzle

Strings of green, proud and lovely

Hidden in the leaves Waiting shyly behind the back

Waiting for the greedy children to pick it gently

The vines swaying gently

The taste of a bite

In memory The sourness

I grinned and dared not taste it again

In the blink of an eye

The gentle breeze of spring brought out the heat of summer

The clear dewdrops reflected the color The sparkling look

The children walking together can no longer bear the wait

Throw down their schoolbags and secretly pick a bunch

The unforgettable taste comes to mind now

Still able to swallow lightly

The youthful years are coming slowly

Author: Brother Heng

Public account: Yunjianmo Fragrant