Modern poems praise wild chrysanthemum 1 ditch side, among thorns.
One, two, a small cluster of yellow.
Exposed to the warm sunshine in winter
No roses, no peonies.
You can't even hook up people's desire to pick.
In the corner of the field
In the cycle of self-destruction
Deduct the four seasons of life.
It's stormy and chilly.
Stone crevices by the roadside
Their drooping heads
Eager to have a try.
The probe looked up at the lonely sky.
Is spring coming soon?
The valley is quiet.
The river is still winding.
A bird on the branch
The footsteps of pedestrians have not stopped.
But their eyes
Their little greenhouse
The golden light is on.
Modern Poetry in Praise of Wild Chrysanthemum 2.
You are young, you are wild, and you are in a cool season.
You are driving in the wind.
The realm without footprints is your kingdom of freedom.
You will never be alone.
You are afraid of the fierce mountain wind and the green grass around you.
You're afraid to cover it up and ignore it.
You move your feet in the depths of the soil in despair.
Possession, plunder and theft of mirrors
chrysanthemum
If there ever comes a day when
Nice to meet you one by one.
When I transplanted you,
You should keep tenacious wildness in the needle soil.
And the shame of country girls
When you came to my yard,
Don't lie to strangers, do your duty.
Xiao Ye blooms in the cool season.
Modern poetry praises wild chrysanthemums, three chrysanthemums in Shan Ye and the village with the same name.
One is herbs.
One is a little girl in a bad business.
An open life in poverty can resist the cold.
Withstand the frost
Stubborn fate reveals the fragrance of bone erosion and ecstasy.
Chrysanthemum in the village has no mother, but grandma says mother is.
After my father fell off a cliff and died
Was carried away by a gust of wind
Grandma said, son.
If you miss your mother, just wait for spring to come.
The azaleas on the mountain are red.
Ask cuckoo to call together, maybe mom will hear you.
Maybe mom will come back.
Chrysanthemum believed what grandma said.
She waited and waited until next spring.
She saw that azaleas were red.
She heard the cuckoo singing.
She climbed the hill and shouted into the distance.
"Niang, chrysanthemum miss you!
You are quick to come back-"
One year, two years, five years.
Every spring, people in the village will hear it.
The call of chrysanthemum
Every time she shouted, the valley agreed.
Every time she cries, she cries sadly in the spring.
The whole autumn is because of you.
be given a commendation (for)
Wild chrysanthemum in autumn
The mountain is full of red flowers.
Don't say you have an appointment with Qiu Feng.
It always feels desolate.
Not to mention the autumn rain.
I always feel so sad.
Don't talk about yellow leaves
I always feel old.
Describe autumn like this
In the tone of Huang Cancan.
Sow the earth and daub the warmth.
Sing autumn like this
Swing in the wind and light up Qiu Guang.
mother chrysanthemum
Shake out the golden melody in the autumn wind
Light up the grassland and light up life.
Let the cold-resistant character float in all directions.