Ode to Rape Flowers Modern Poetry 1 Ode to Rape Flowers
The spring rain is as thin as silk and as soft as silk.
Gently floating, washed the blue sky and moistened the earth.
Spring breeze, like a girl in Seeds of Love, walks with a smile.
Blow away the smog, blow the green earth, blow the bright flowers and wake up everything.
Birds jumped, sang and called to each other one after another:
Spring is our hope!
Fields, our paradise!
Warm weather in March in Yangchun
Miao shou lai di da make up
The willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke, and the grass grows and the warblers fly.
The songs and dances of birds make spring happy, and birds sing in the fragrance.
All flowers are bright, and the flowers are dark.
Thousands of purple and purple.
It's fairest to count rape blossoms.
Spend two flowers and ten thousand flowers, and meet for several nights.
Thousands of yellow patches, lift up your smiling face in Huang Cancan.
Wind and waves pour over the sky, and incense is sent to thousands of people.
Petals tease the morning dew, full of affection.
There is honey hidden deep in the stamen, like a wisp of sweetness.
Attract bees to buzz millions and collect pollen to make honey.
Butterflies swarmed in.
Just dancing and competing with each other.
Rape flowers are more delicate, shy and fragrant.
Breeze, stroking rape flowers.
After the warm sunshine reflects the flowers.
Rape, plump and enchanting waist
Waist wicker, light and straight, graceful.
The temptation of the earth is rippling, and the fragrance of the field is floating.
Slender and flexible needles prick people's souls and wave to welcome guests frequently.
Tourists swarmed in.
Let's lift her veil and look at her charming face.
The phone camera keeps ringing.
Leave a beautiful, refined and graceful figure.
Literati and poets go to great lengths to make faces and write poems to entertain.
I listened to her whisper:
Spring needs fresh spirit.
Blooming everywhere, spitting fragrance.
Be pragmatic all your life, and don't compete for favor.
Coriander for the public.
Ode to Rape Flowers Modern Poetry 2 "Rape Flowers"
Gently walk into your hazy silence,
Listen attentively to the sound of nature.
The breeze brushed the cool cheeks of March,
Left this precious landscape and pastoral picture.
Smelling the faint flowers, walking like this,
I saw it! I saw it!
A very magical kingdom.
Soldiers in green armor and yellow hats.
Standing in a neat square,
What a sacred military parade!
Like a girl with a golden crown and a green skirt.
Have classic movements,
What beautiful dance music!
Looking at the beautiful mountains in the distance,
Maybe this is the farthest distance for you.
Rape wow, rape wow.
How I wish I could be a tree beside you,
Spend the most prosperous time with you.
So stand forever,
Stand up as a touching southern song.
Even if you're dying,
I still protect this land,
The land I love,
The land you love,
We all love this land.
Ode to Rape Flowers Modern Poetry 3 "Rape Flowers"
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
Bees are in a hurry.
The wind blows my long thoughts.
My golden color
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
Butterflies are flying
Clouds touch my cold heart.
My effortless talent
When rape blossoms are in full bloom.
I wander alone
The storm blocked my feelings.
My heart room
When love turns into sadness.
Falling to the ground is doomed to burning sadness. ...