Beautiful modern poetry of roses

The Background of the Rose Author: Wisteria Qing'er

I always want to transcend my soul and break through a piece of white paper

I swim in the blue sky and the world is restless, in a cloud Stretch

Leave your heart on the horse's back while floating

The ups and downs of painful scales cross the grassland of Qinghai

What follows is, Sheep

I would rather be a shepherd, wandering among the fingers

The loneliness under the clouds

What comes back is the autumn leaves, the gold

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And the touch of foam in the fragrance of wine

Who can turn away the autumn in this country

And is the yellow color of the chrysanthemum a memorial to love?

Why is it always painful at this time?

Every night, I always write a string of codes

Codes deciphered with countless tenderness

< p>That tenderness is the spark of the wilderness and the original password

At this time, longing does not need to be inside or outside the door

Who is dissecting those missing years

< p>In fact, all the beatings are intended to make the heart break

or to calm down. But the language related to the four seasons is poetic

Closing the eyes or opening them all flow

The gurgling impulse only drowns the tears together

Whose The background of the photo is roses in the middle of the lake

The Rose of Missing Author: Poetry

When the train is going further and further away

Carrying you far away When I left for a foreign country

I had already turned my longing into watching

Looking at the delicate roses

In the fragrant path of this small garden

Quietly blooming for you

A season of flowers blooming, the fragrance on the street, the pain on the pillow

The moon goes up to the west building, wandering alone

How many worries are conveyed Crazy

Singing with the blooming flowers

Let the long-awaited passion overflow in my chest

Waiting for your return

Do My most beautiful bride

You and I build a paradise of love

Enjoy the clouds and play in the water, walk under the moon, and watch the flowing water indifferently

Me I want to wander in the words of the poems

Use a wonderful pen to describe your red makeup

The autumn rain is pleasant

It falls passionately

Fascinating In the misty crowd

With you and me

I sincerely always want to hold your hand

Walking affectionately In the autumn rain

Looking for those days of eternal happiness

Always want to keep you deeply in my heart

Can nine hundred and ninety roses Represents

My undying love for you

Love or not, I have given my heart to you

Red roses

Purity

It’s really better for us to hug each other tightly in the rain

It’s better for us to listen to each other’s heartbeats

Have a good time

You and him are walking under the flower umbrella

How much tears and infatuation

How much pain and longing

The days of sadness and crying have long been gone

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A love buried deep in my heart

The chaotic mood is so disturbing

When you love deeply, you are always wishful thinking

Forever It is impossible to have you

How can I forget to give up when I fall in love

The love of roses always makes people feel hypocritical

< p> The love of roses is never sincere, pure and long-lasting

I regret giving you so many roses

In fact, the red leaves are what you cherish

In the autumn wind How can there be a rose of total love?

I will not give you shaky love

You said that love must always be firm

So I regret it I gave you a love like a rose

I regret giving up my longing for you

Oh the rose in the wind

You and I hugged each other tightly in the rain< /p>

Harvesting today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow

Fragrant roses

Blooming in other people’s gardens

When will you be able to pick them for me< /p>

Planting sentimental roses

I imagine you returning

Putting a bouquet of flowers

Take root and sprout.

Expectation

Penetrating the bright moon sky

Ah, the fragrant and charming rose

Upside down, I keep thinking about you

You I am here, looking at the bright moon outside the window

No, the moonlight blows through me like water

The lingering fragrance, the tidbits, the empty building

The pain flows away

Roses, oh roses

Those are planted by my lover’s own hands

New leaves are jumping, wind and rain are coming

I closed the noisy door

Open the window of roses

Roses, roses

You are red in color and fragrant

Intoxicated in the world

The hearts of all love girls

Sweet and fragrant

More in love with the lover

Roses, roses

You are so beautiful Romantic

Fascinating the world

The fragrant soul of all girls in love

Missing the softness

Even more attached to the sweetheart

Roses, roses

What a wonderful effect you have

How much you have bloomed

The love of a young girl

I can’t deny it at all

You are the secret to the beauty of love

A woman’s beauty

It can come from natural beauty or exquisite packaging

< p> And a woman’s beauty

comes from the details that can withstand the passage of time

At dusk on the last weekend of May

In her yard Make a pot of jasmine

The smile in the photo album is fixed in the 1940s

The blond guy leaning on her left side is already lying on the battlefield laughing

With a lifetime of passion Running a single business

Flowers and plants spread their fragrance in layers in the yard

All kinds of pruned flowers in bottles are placed on the spotless furniture

The walls are matched with The calligraphy and painting works she drew herself

A woman uses legend to interpret love

Love someone for a lifetime

Linger in her story

Silence is my only dialogue

The wind gently blew her silver hair

A dark jade cheongsam with a stand-up collar

I turned to look at the flowers blooming in the porcelain basin White roses

My eyes fell in love with the faint smile on the corner of her mouth

In the colorful garden,

roses are the most vivid life.

She is pure and graceful, neither humble nor overbearing, and extremely nurturing.

Her shyness hides her passionate feelings.

She is mellow and kind-hearted like a fairy.

Her beauty is as beautiful as the smile of her first love.

Everyone loves roses.

A rose expresses deep feelings.

Like "Clang Rose"

Clang means strong, independent, and confident,

Rose means beauty, sensibility, and gentleness,

The sonorous rose is a perfect combination of the two.

It represents the spirit of the times for urban women to pursue independence, love freedom and feel life.

It retains the implicit, gentle, and charming nature endowed by Chinese culture. Beautiful female beauty,

The sonorous rose is the perfect interpretation of contemporary Chinese women,

I praise the sonorous rose with passion!

Remember once

Every time I came here

It was always hazy

I could vaguely see your beautiful figure

Swaying in the wind

Like candlelight at dusk

Also like hope in the morning

Bewildered but not elusive

You may not know

That distance is only a few steps away

In my eyes, it seems like a world away

You don’t have any of this Understand

My red rose

Do you know that I have never broken my promise all year round

For what reason

My red rose

Do you know that I

I just want your openness

I deeply accept your fragrance

Now

Alone outside

Holding your own shadow

Walking slowly

Look at the trees around you

Count the trees around you Flowers

Have become my daily compulsory course

Those past events

I bury them in my heart and dare not forget them

I just think of them from time to time

He grinned piercingly

He touched his pockets

and found that he couldn’t afford a red hair tie

< p>When I am alone

I always think about those things called vicissitudes

In the future

For whom the roses bloom beautifully

Smiling and shy, Zhaozhizhan

Silent and expecting joy to be buried

Quietly waiting for the knower to come

Who smells the fragrance of love

The fish cannot be plucked from the tree

Know how to care about the cold and warm

The wind and rain attack cover the companionship

The dawn ignites the same sorrow

When do you want to dare the rose? Picking

The wind blows

The rain hits

The roses hide under the tree

The tender petals roll with water drops

< p> The roses in the rain are shy

The wind has stopped

The rain has stopped

The roses after the rain are like sunset

Passing The baptismal rose is more mature

The rainbow in the sky hides the rose

The red rose I love

Your fragrant beauty

For me, it is a sin

It makes me unable to sleep with the dreams I cherish

Love you, love you deeply

I love the softness of your dance as if it were a dream

My poem about love

No matter how I write about you, I can’t praise you enough.

The charm

Oh! Your incomparable fragrance

There is a kind of romance with beautiful artistic conception

It deeply shocked me with infatuation

You are the first fragrance in my life Rose

You are destined to be my love in the past and present life

Look at your smiling face blooming

I fell in love with all the love at first sight

Are you Can you always keep faith in me

Believe in my innocent heart

I will always be obsessed with love for you

How quietly the scenery of time is Quiet

But my body that loves you

has a rolling heat wave

You are the first rose in my life

I want to read your beauty obsessively for a long time

Intoxicated in your soft charm

I want to whisper a dream love song to you

< p> Thousands of years of expectation finally came true

You drove away my thousand-year loneliness and loneliness

I kept silently watching for thousands of years

Finally because of your intoxicating fragrance of flowers

And love has a connection

And love has become infatuated

On the day of lovesickness

Sending you a bouquet of roses

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Light another candle

Add some scenery to you

Go and experience a heart-thrilling feeling

> Thorned roses

On the old branches

A blush flows

Emitting a dark fragrance

Surges the passion of youth

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There is no moon tonight

The lights outside the window are flickering

Only the wind is whispering

A song of red bean red

Overflowing Thoughts

Heart dancing and swaying alone in old songs

Still unwilling

Taking off the remaining makeup that has been washed away by the rain

Unwilling Take off the fiery red clothes ignited by passion

I just hope

In this rushing rain

I can become a touch in your eyes

Beautiful scene

But

what the refreshed memory throws at me

is just a blank

in my cheek

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One by one, they were rolled into crystals

Friend! That is not the masterpiece of rain

It is a string of tears falling

in my heart