Modern Poetry of Gardenia 1: Gardenia from summer to day; The rain stopped in March.
Peach blossoms are absent in April.
The heat of May.
Climb to the ten-meter-high flagpole.
Through the window sill on the first floor
stare
Meet a gardenia
A white gardenia is stained on it.
Another white gardenia
Blooming on my drawing paper
In the wind, the summer solstice has arrived.
wave
At the moment, I imagine you as a flower.
Is it white, quiet and thin?
It's a faint fragrance and warm breath.
A flower leaves a blank outside the window.
And you, in my heart.
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Modern Poetry of Gardenia 2: Gardenia began to take a bath, what a beautiful afternoon.
You smiled and led me to walk by the faint river.
Rising tide
My heart is filled with emotion.
The gentle willow silk
This is your affectionate attachment
Pick a gardenia and put it in my warm palm.
White petals
Represents the firmness of love
That faint fragrance
Writing about the eternity of love
What a beautiful and hasty party.
Inclined stone fence
Looking at the sad pavilion from afar
My tears finally got out of hand.
Microwave rippling
No one understands my sadness.
That kind of untouchable happiness.
Like a burning flame
The result of a moth putting out the fire is nothing more than the death of the daylights out.
Am I just waiting for you?
A moment of pity
But I'm willing to sink
In this gardenia blooming season
With my sincere poems
Accompanied by my wonderful singing.
Perfect traditional woman.
Describe an eternal period for you.
When the song fades away
Through the cold window
Watching you leave with a smile
Only I know.
I was sent away.
A lifetime of happiness and pain.
Gardenia modern poem 3: Gardenia is in the season of gardenia.
This cool night
A person misses you quietly.
An uninhabited courtyard
Gardenia flowers are fragrant.
A faint scent
Fuzzy memory
How far is the road to the end of the world?
I can't watch you leave.
So leave.
Sadness stays in my heart, there is a bright moon in the sky.
The pillow is transparent.
Shine on the green face
The warmth of the past can't keep your soul.
Leave it
No nostalgia
Past love for spring
Like a broken jade mirror
Incomplete but still beautiful
Unwilling to wake up in a dream
Want to keep your shadow, in this long night
The wind sings softly.
The birds are singing.
Still waiting, I know it's endless
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