Short poems about plants, modern poems.

Write some short poems about plants. Modern poetry is as follows:

1, peach blossom

Peach blossom fills the air in pavilions, and once again marries enchanting people. The pink silk thread overflowed from the stamens, hiding the beauty of the moonlight. At this time, my reserved soul lies on a half-opened and half-closed petal, expecting a familiar smiling face to break through this quiet mountain.

2. Rape flower

From south to north, it is yellow, and from west to east, it is yellow. With the spring breeze blowing, it looks like a golden ocean. The waves are getting higher and higher, like wandering in mom's arms.

3. Lotus Love

I often meet you in my dreams and wake up with nothing. Today, I really embarked on a journey, Wan Li Road, but time has changed, and things have changed. The mountain wind told me that you suddenly longed to see me, from early spring to late autumn.

The cloud tells me that you will never forget your old promised love, and you still love me deeply. The slim and graceful beauty makes you leave with melancholy and disappointment, and you still look back for me frequently. My beautiful and pure angel can't express my guilt for you in thousands of words. Even if I never see you again in my life, I have no regrets. I want to turn the past into eternity, and your statue has been engraved in my heart.

4. Peach blossom

Every time I open the window and look around, you will open your mouth and sing loudly, only to see you pick up your pink horn and blow out a touching song, as if you were telling something happily. I thought about it for a long time, oh! So you're telling people that spring is coming.

5. The tree by the window

The tree in front of my window, the tree in front of my window, I close the window when night falls; But never close the curtains, lest you and I be separated. You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground. You are as erratic as a floating cloud. Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue is not profound.

But tree, I saw the wind shaking you. If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room, you will see that I was violently stirred and almost swept by the storm. The fate of that day, out of its banter, linked the two of us together; You are influenced by the external climate, and I am stimulated by the internal wind and rain.