20-word lyric modern poems describing plants?

? The tree by the window?

Frost? The tree by my window, the tree by my window?

When night falls, I close the window; ?

But never close the curtains, right?

So as not to separate you from me.

You are a hazy dream shadow rising on the ground.

You are as erratic as a cloud.

Everything you preach loudly with your light tongue,

Not everything makes sense.

But tree, I saw the wind shaking you.

If you catch a glimpse of me sleeping in this room,

You'll see that I'm also stirred up violently.

Almost swept by the storm.

That day, fate was a child's play.

Linking the two of us:

You are influenced by the external climate.

And I am the inner wind and rain.

Pear tree

Hilda doolittle?

Silver dust and fog?

Rise from the ground?

My hand can't reach it?

You rose so high?

Silver?

I can't reach it?

Are you watching us?

There are no other flowers to bloom?

So strong and pure white petals?

No other flower can get such rare silver?

Separate the silver?

Oh, Pak Lei?

You flowers?

Blooming in the branches?

With your purple heart?

Bring summer and ripe fruit.

rape flower

From south to north, it is yellow.

From west to east, it is yellow.

With the spring breeze blowing

Like a golden ocean

The waves are getting higher and higher.

I like to wander in my mother's arms

peach blossom

Every time I open the window,

look around

You always open your mouth.

Sing loudly

I saw you pick up your pink horn.

Blow out a touching song

It seems to be telling something happily.

I thought about it for a long time.

oh

So you're telling people that spring is coming.

leave

February and March

The leaves are green.

May and June

The leaves are thick and thick.

Slam down

Baldness

When was that?

Blue wild sunflower

We will eat wild sunflowers in autumn.

Cut off your head.

The person who hit her will suddenly

Come back. It's almost dusk,

Her face, as the sunset becomes

Golden smoke,

With endless summer.

Through who? Crossing the horizon of buckwheat flowers?

Old things are covered with sadness, and I

Who did you die for?

Unreal wild sunflower. untrue

Sing.

The autumn wind stung my chest.

The sound of lotus flowers

The crowd is noisy.

And you are the closest person to me.

The quietest and gentlest flower.

If you want to see it, go and see the lotus.

I just like watching you with a blue umbrella.

Rise from the water

I asked Chi Xin.

Throw a stone gently.

Your face

Then the outcry rose red.

agazed

A waterfowl

Sweep the willow branches on the other side like a flame

Come closer.

Come closer to me.

You can hear it.

Water drops go round and round in your palm.

You are in the noisy lotus pond.

The quietest and quietest flower.

sunset

Cicada is still singing.

Still as lonely as when you are alone in the crowd.

I left and stopped halfway.

Waiting for you.

Waiting for you to call me gently

Crab claw flower

Maybe you're not sad about it.

Crab claw flowers burst along the periphery of the earthen basin.

Come back together silently.

You pointed to the window, desperate.

In the tangle of cyan tendons, you begin to say: naked.

There will be a lot of body odor.

pat

spit

Another flap

Crab claw flower

In terms of obstacles

Occupy all the sky on your forehead

At the best moment, you begin to say: pain.

The branches and leaves are Xu Xia, and the sound of running water in the stems is full of ears.

You suddenly froze.

At the moment when flowers burst like wounds.

You know yourself.

Lemon-giving benefits

Let me pick you up in the shade at noon.

On a Sunday, when the bell rang, summer was full of bluebirds.

Let me touch your coolness, lemon

Make me like a glass of pure fresh water.

Soak your golden sweet fruit.

The French poet Ai Lvya came here with a poem in his hand.

Let me taste your taste in the courtyard at dusk.

In the green corridor, on Sunday and in summer, birds are full of bluebirds.

Let me say your name, lemon.

Let me be like a little seed.

Enter your transparent and sweet core.

The French poet Ai Lvya came here with a poem in his hand.