A small flower modern poem
A flower
Pray in the pallor of the cold wind
A monologue without a dream of welcoming the Spring Festival
No midsummer night thoughts.
Just waiting to be small, waiting to shrink.
Blooming with loneliness and resentment
The heart of heaven and earth is independent of the world.
A silent little flower
In the silent suspension, drink enough.
Fragments discarded by Huangyan
Shake off, frost, cry.
Dry tears fall with the wind.
From the wind shadow, there was a sob in the grave.
Wandering in unintentional thoughts
A sad little flower
Distance from the rose
Far away, only two pairs of eyes are left.
You can't see the separation of stems and leaves in the old year.
Ling danced with the breeze.
It's all ruins, broken walls
Tattoos on the body, incense burning around the city
Leaving black and white frost peaks and empty valleys
An ancient little flower
Still bending over the long-lost red wind.
Withered verse, withered epigraph
Just hanging in the cold snuggle
The Milky Way, which has been separated for a long time, is lonely and depressed.
Monotonous and colorless night rain
Apes whistling at the foot of the mountain. Sunny days in my heart
Give yourself an instant fragrance and promise yourself secretly.
A little flower full of spring.
There are many small flowers around.
A sunny day, the end of the month. Enthusiastic dance
Cliff karma to dispel the cold wind
Charm and fragrance, floating out a dream.
Covered with a land of homesickness
It's just that the years are gone and the spring is blooming.
It's not that flower anymore.
Extended data
1, a little flower-Pushkin
I saw a forgotten little flower in a book.
It has dried up and lost its fragrance;
At this time,
My mind is full of a strange fantasy:
Where does it go? What time? What spring is it?
Did you drive for a long time? Who took it off,
Is it a stranger's hand or a familiar hand?
Why put it here again?
To commemorate this warm meeting,
Or for destiny takes a hand's parting,
Or to commemorate the lonely walk?
In the secluded place of the field, in the shadow of the forest?
He's alive. Is she alive?
Where is the corner where they live now?
Or they're all withered,
Like this unknown little flower?
2. A little flower-Turgenev
Did you-in the dark Woods,
Among the grass in spring,
Found an ordinary simple flower?
At that time, you were alone and lived in a distant foreign land. )
It's waiting for you on the bare grass,
Driving alone ...
For you, it keeps its pure fragrance,
That's its original fragrance.
So you took off the swaying stems,
Hold it in your careful hands,
With a slow smile,
Put this little flower you destroyed in your buttonhole.
Then you walk along the dusty road;
Around-the whole field was burnt,
A heat wave fell from the sky,
And your little flower has withered and damaged.
It grows in a quiet shadow,
It grows in the morning rain,
It was suffocated by hot dust,
It was burned by the midday sun.
What should I do? Regret is futile!
You know, it was created into this world,
Just to be close to your heart,
Live only for that moment.