Gardenia poetry 1 shake off
The fragrance of sixteen years old
I am very sunny.
gardenia
All the way for you.
Hot flowering
When the breeze blows through the hair
Whose eyes?
Grow into a Wang Yang.
In the sunset
Become crazy and miss.
slightly
The scent of lavender
One second at a time.
A day, a month, a year
Love enters the bone marrow
Love for heaven and earth
In the gap of streamer
Your eyes are fixed on me.
Ming Che is like water
Still obsessed with it.
How I want to watch the snow with you.
Pure snowflakes in the north
Dance ethereal and elegant
It was a beautiful day.
I'm in the moonlight
Smile quietly
The weakness of youth
The circumstances of disappearance
The beautiful agreement of gardenia
Fragrant petals
A deep hickey
It used to be teetering.
Lonely swing
My last night.
The dream prince has been here.
Warm and soft melody
Between the window and the bed
Blocked my heart
Don't let her wander freely.
In the dark night
You and I smile at each other.
Just like that night.
Drunk, crazy, tired
Gardenia Poem 2 was born in the jasper bushes, and whenever the spring flowers fall, the willows are exhausted.
After the wheat wave disappears in the chewing of the sickle,
Your heart is full of courtyard green, which is the color at the beginning of your life.
Why, as the days grow, it gradually turns white?
The whole body is white, all the way to the root of the petals.
This white and flawless you,
Your rich fragrance of flowers makes you devote yourself to the love of your life.
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Flowers can quickly fill the room,
It can attract people who wear flowers to attract butterflies, and your life is filled in the air.
The flowering period is short and the years are ruthless.
Life is over when the last scent is exhausted.
Like silkworms and the ashes of candles,
Actually, it's more like a chrysanthemum that died holding incense.
It's just that this warm May drowned your tears.
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The strangest thing is the change of your color, the end of life,
White you, haggard,
Sick body, glowing yellow.
Did you dedicate yourself with the most beautiful things in your life during your stay in Hua Xiren?
And to the point of despair?
I finally understand that beauty is afraid of getting old.
The feeling of youth can't stand the ravages of time.
Knowing this ending clearly, it seems to be your life's mission to release flowers.
At the end of life, you are ugly and don't regret it!
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Gardenia blooms, but you won't see gardenia fall.
The branches die with incense, even though they are gaunt and charming.
When the flowers are completely dispersed, the yellow body turns black.
The mission of life, complete dedication, leaving no trace.
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The change of life is the change of color, without any pretense.
Life's mission, unreservedly dedicated to their youth.
Even if the beauty fades, there is no fragrance left.
Even at the end of life, the beautiful and charming body has become dark and dry.
No regrets in my life. I don't care if that charming face is gradually destroyed.
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I admire you, destroyed by wind and rain,
As time goes by, you can't change your original intention!
My broken heart, you, would rather haggard your charming face and still have no regrets.
Smell your youth and soak your essence.
Gardenia, my dream girl.
Instead of pursuing results, what we do is dedication, without any show-off and ostentation.
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My heart aches for you, just for the life I love,
Once in love, passion burns completely.
The pursuit of life will be interpreted vigorously and incisively.
Misty rain, time flies,
Your youth, my thoughts and feelings!
Love doesn't need results, just for the passion of this moment!
I would like to be a gardenia.
Because I heard you say-
"I love gardenia."
I want to stop at the top of a big tree.
Looking at you quietly—
Read my favorite book under the tree.
I also want my little shadow.
Jump on your face and kiss you.
But you don't know that this is my shadow.
I will use up my meager strength.
Give off a stronger fragrance.
Floating in your heart, around you.
But you don't know that this is my fragrance.
I will stand there silently forever.
Smile at you.
A few days ago.
You came to the shade as usual.
But the difference is—
You are holding a girl like gardenia.
Holding a book that I don't like to read.
I see, I also shed tears.
Tears are dripping on your side.
A more volatile fragrance
Create a better love atmosphere for you.
Maybe you'll never know I'm here
Your side
But I will still stand at the top of the tree.
Bless you and that girl forever.
You said gardenia is beautiful and symbolizes love.
I will become a beautiful gardenia.
When gardenia poetry was four hours old,
I met him at my mother's pillow,
This magical gardenia,
The smell is incomparable.
She is mom's favorite!
Mom always sniffles from time to time,
Put it back on the pillow,
At night,
She is always accompanied by a happy sleep.
From the snow-white season,
Until it turns pale yellow,
Into a dry souvenir of death,
Her smell,
I don't know how much I brought.
Warm and comfortable.
In that era of poverty,
She is a luxury.
I remember before my mother died,
I quietly put a few bright white flowers,
Put it on mom's pillow,
Let her sniff a few times,
The taste of gardenia in memory.
A little satisfaction and relief,
Stretching out in mom's smile,
I don't know what she quietly remembered.
When wiping the tears from her eyes,
I thought I caught up with someone.
Perfect flowering period!
now
Seeing gardenias bloom again,
I'm already scared.
Her smell,
Because I'm afraid to smell this familiar smell,
You think of mom,
I will think of many things when I was a child.
I'm sorry
Tears.
The fragrance of gardenia has not changed,
It should be the smell of memory.
Only I have changed,
I became vulnerable,
Dare not face my memory.
The river of years,
Still not washed off.
Mom left it to me,
Those unforgettable
fragrance
and
Memory.
Gardenia flowers bloom in time,
Is to let me
Selective brittleness
still
Choose a strong one.
difficult
Season.
Gardenia poem five is May of the year.
Gardenia didn't bloom.
you said
What you said.
When gardenias bloom in May.
I'll pick it for you myself.
Remember that afternoon twenty years ago?
You said softly
If I am still here next year
Pick it out for me yourself.
If not.
Let gardenia accompany you.
Affectionate eyes
look at you
Your haggard face
It looks more yellow in the sun.
You're sitting on a couch.
Too weak
Ah, smell it.
This is the smell of gardenia.
There is a surprise in your godless eyes.
I'll take you to the back garden.
You put your arm around my neck
You are lighter.
Gardenia is not in full bloom yet.
Just flowers and bones
I asked you why you can smell it.
you said
I am the gardenia you planted in your last life.
That winter
Snowflakes are floating
Plum blossoms bloom alone in the garden.
You left so suddenly.
That spring.
I replaced all the flowers with gardenias.
I told my daughter our story.
Dad, why is there only gardenia in the garden behind the house?
Because this is your mother's favorite flower.
Did gardenia change that mother?
Twenty years later.
It's still May.
Gardenia seems to be late.
Just like my dear you.
I stood you up.
Every May.
I planted gardenias in front of your monument.
This may.
Gardenia stood me up.
Gardenia Poetry 6 Shallow summer, unrestrained and warm time.
Another season of gardenia blossoms, watching each other for a lifetime.
The faint fragrance of flowers hits the heart and overflows the girl's heart.
Be stopped by your lovesick eyes.
Gently twist several layers of flowers like this.
Soak in the sun and moon pot in cold summer.
I see, after the suffering of spring flowers and autumn moon.
The scene of rising flowering period
Flowers are blooming and hugging each other.
Walking quietly to you with the fragrance of gardenia.
Look at the pure jade blooming.
Waiting for the fresh and elegant gardenia fragrance
Seasonal breezes and drizzles are light and humid.
Accumulated a season of tenderness and feminine thoughts.
With the faint fragrance of flowers, I hold a sincere heart.
Write down your deep feelings for mountains and rivers.
Gardenia flowers bloom in one season.
Acacia time spreads in memory.
In those stories full of flowers and pleasant people.
What blooms is lingering and regretless hope.
Lying quietly in a corner, drunk, idyllic land, full of flowers and buds.
Welcome the elegant fragrance of the season.
Brush away a miss, so tired in this season.
The light and shadow in the depths of memory can not bear the good times of the annual rings.
Gently walk into the fragrance of gardenia
Dance with the bright moon and read a round of starlight.
Standing in the depths of time
A touch of sadness blooms gracefully and the season is safe.