Modern poems describing plants1;
wheat
Father's June, the fields are golden.
The waves roll up from time to time, rowing, pushing and surging.
I have smelled the surging wheat fragrance.
That's the latent temptation of wheat when it blooms.
No publicity, lack of beauty and beauty.
But like his father, he exudes brilliance from his dignity.
The yellowing of wheat is a mature force.
What I see is a dazzling wheat field.
Maybe that's the swelling of the seeds when they are buried.
Through the layers of soil, standing on his father's broad shoulders.
At first glance, it is a golden ocean.
My father's years are so fluffy.
Planting flowers and falling flowers brings people a yearning.
That curved sickle is my father's curved back.
Modern poems describing plants II:
clover
Which painter accidentally threw away the two colors of pink?
Let you blossom bright flowers on the red land.
The roadside was dyed red by strength and flame, and the pink ambiguity covered the fence.
Drought and barren, as long as there is soil, everywhere can take root and sprout.
The wind is crazy and the rain is sudden, and the beauty is as good as before.
Ordinary as, grab a handful of red soil.
Modern poems describing plants 3:
lotus
Just shy, blooming like a lotus.
Can be so calm, get out of the mud without being stained.
Dew in order to get close to your grace.
Turn around on the green film you spread out.
Frogs stand on the lotus leaf, and their cries are moving with your singing.
In this way, standing in a beautiful picture with the water in the pond.
Modern poems describing plants 4:
rose
Just waiting affectionately, being packed in my heart.
Imagine being suffocated by a lover's kiss.
But being stuffed in someone else's arms by a lover.
In a flash, elegance and beauty turned into depression.
I thought this time, I would be held high.
Turn around, but have been abandoned.
Modern poems describing plants 5:
Begonia chunqiu
Like a gust of wind rolled up on the earth, overnight.
The beauty of spring is held in your arms.
Powder is powder, full of temptation.
Red is red, and the color is gorgeous as rice.
Bai Haitang, exquisite and elegant.
Haitang, but so noble and plump.
I just feel a burst of fragrance, which makes people confused.