Modern poetry about flowers

Modern poetry about flowers

1 plum blossoms have been picked in one season. She smiled and didn't care about this season's plum blossoms, just like a typo she casually wrote, but this season was hurt by incense. It can't blossom or bear plum blossoms. She bloomed quietly for a season, but fell leaves early. Modern poems about flowers.

The second worry of wisteria is that the wind rises and the night falls. The more I want to be brave and laugh, the more stupid I am. Wisteria was tied to a merry-go-round. The winter jasmine in full bloom in autumn has become a butterfly's feather coat. There is only one golden camel bell, because of the obsession with the immortal legend of Loulan, I forgot the cycle of seasons.