2. Poems about Iris
A poem about Iris brasiliensis 1. Poetry about iris.
Iris (Xi Murong)
Goddess of the rainbow
Please keep silent and never answer me again.
After all, I must leave this tenderness and clarity.
Spring with a breezy face
It's bright, meticulous and tireless.
A world in which all life processes are presented.
Even if it is an effort to expand the small joy.
Concentrate on taste.
The happiness of peace is prolonged as much as possible.
And then between the starting point and the end point
The mysterious distance is still unmeasurable.
This boundless loneliness must be shouldered.
All the memories are not far from me.
In the silent forest, the traces of moss that we have walked through are reflected.
But there is an uncertain mood, even if it is
I found the right word, and I gradually lost control.
Finally, I am yours.
Like the purple iris in spring.
After all, we still have to turn our backs on each other.
(and at the moment, it is beautiful in an extreme time. It's finally a masterpiece. )
References:
Xi Murong's Poems
2. Poems describing irises
Not necessarily Puhua, only born in Shicheng.
Nature makes your eyes see all beings.
How I wish I could see you.
But you can't.
On such a desolate and silent sandbar
The weather has cleared up.
The wind turned cold when we left.
All thoughts and actions are gradually becoming dull.
What kind of dusk will it be?
At the moment, cattail flowers are still blooming at will.
There are clusters everywhere.
To the world around you
Show her enthusiasm, her little heart
From pure white to blue-purple
It's like telling a story I've been longing for all my life.
Please let the soul of the flower die before leaving the branch.
Let me stay for a while.
Time has changed from love to tyranny.
The difference between these transformations is very small.
So it is very sharp.
Especially when I used to
How I wish I could see you.
3. Poems about Alice
Light iris/October blue light, an iris.
Gently, emitting a fresh fragrance. On a colorful summer day, you smiled, not because the sneer of the rose beside you was charming, nor because the peony was generous and beautiful.
Your smile is bright and simple, just like the smiling face of a child in June. Harmony, love for summer, expectation for summer.
However, in this gorgeous pink season, only the butterfly shadow protects the flowers and plants around you, but it doesn't pick honey from you alone; Soft moonlight caresses the petals beside you, but leaves you alone in the lonely night. On a cold and sad morning, round dew, with tiredness, dripped on your petite petals and turned into crystal clear and lonely tears.
Iris, you also long for your own butterfly and touch your own flower and moon. However, that tearful morning, a faint cool breeze blew the bleak autumn, and the flowers fell, but I couldn't bear to watch you wither and wither and be buried in the autumn soil painfully.
If I were a butterfly, I would take you off cruelly and protect that bright smile forever; If I were the moon, I would burn you decisively, take away your fragrance, and together with that lonely love, seal it deeply and sprinkle it with the soft moonlight that never dies. Perhaps, this is my eternal and selfish fantasy.
Iris 1 night, in the wind, on the edge of the rain, I found five irises, I call them lovely. Like a woman, once, she lay down beside them, then woke up, got up and walked away, her hair lingering on their sweet tongues.
I really want to tear off these petals with my teeth. I really want to study these hairy selves, their beauty and indifference.
They hold their breath all their lives, then open, open. We are not lovers, nor brothers and sisters. Although when our thoughts and desires go out, we walk hand in hand in the hall, trembling, but in this dream of life, in this sleeping life, we wake up and die-purple turns blue, black, black-all this is what a iris prayed for, and when she prayed, it was her home.
4. sentences describing the blooming of iris
Iris is beautiful and graceful, much like lily. But lily has six petals, but people don't know that iris has only three petals, and the other three petals are sepals to protect the bud. It is precisely because these three petal-shaped sepals look like petals that they are often confused with the real ones and difficult to identify. Because Europeans often refer to iris as "lily", many people think that the national flower of France is lily. Although they understand this, they are used to it and can't change their minds.
Hey! Yesterday, the blue buds turned red overnight, and the buds were competing to grow, and my heart was full of joy. Ah! That half-purple and half-green bud is in bloom! Their openings are about the size of water bottle caps. There is a pale yellow stamen in the center of the flower, which is very beautiful. Like a beautiful butterfly, the breeze blows and the butterfly dances.
5. Seek the ancient iris.
Upstairs, don't mislead others Acorus calamus and iris are not the same flower. Acorus calamus is much taller than iris, and its leaves are different. It grows by the water. Their flowering periods are also different. Iris blooms in this season, that is, from April to May, and Acorus calamus blooms in June.
Some people usually call some iris plants Acorus calamus, but this is just a common name, which is not standardized. The real Acorus calamus is a Araceae plant with a candle-like rod-shaped inflorescence, which is yellowish brown and blooms in summer and autumn. Perhaps because their leaves are similar in texture, some iris plants like calamus like to grow near the water, and there is another plant very similar to iris called gladiolus (common fresh cut flower).
As for the required archaism, it is rarely seen in China's ancient poems. But there will be more in Greek mythology. For example, iris in Greek mythology means "rainbow". Although iris originated in China, it is the national flower of France. And personally, I think it's beautiful in Brazil or France.
Iris will be used more in modern literature. For example, Xi Murong, Shu Ting and Annie Baby all prefer iris, and iris can be seen in many of her articles.
Goddess of the rainbow
Xi Murong
Please keep silent and never answer me again.
After all, I must leave this tenderness and clarity.
Spring with a breezy face
It's bright, meticulous and tireless.
A world in which all life processes are presented.
Even if it is an effort to expand the small joy.
Concentrate on taste.
The happiness of peace is prolonged as much as possible.
And then between the starting point and the end point
The enigmatic distance is still unmeasurable.
(This boundless loneliness, this necessary burden)
All the memories are not far from me.
In the silent forest, the traces of moss that we have walked through are reflected.
But there is an uncertain mood, even if it is
I found the right word, and I gradually lost control.
In the end, I will support you.
Like the purple iris in spring.
After all, we still have to turn our backs on each other.
(And this moment is an extreme moment. It's finally a masterpiece. )
A poem about Iris 1 Poetry about iris.
A faint iris/October blue
Dizzy,
An iris is blooming.
Gently,
It smells fresh and fragrant.
Colorful summer days,
You smiled,
Charming is not the sneer of the rose beside me,
Nor is it the generous beauty of peony.
Your smile,
Smart and simple,
Children who smile like the sunshine in June.
Mix,
Love for summer, expectation for summer.
however
In this pink and gorgeous season,
A butterfly shadow protects the flowers and plants around you,
But I won't take honey from you alone;
The soft moonlight caresses the petals beside you,
But leave you alone on a lonely night.
On a cold and painful morning,
Round dewdrops,
With fatigue,
Dropping on your petite petals,
Into glittering and translucent lonely tears.
Iris,
You also long for your own butterfly and the moon that caresses your own flowers.
But,
On that tearful morning, a faint cool breeze blew the bleak autumn.
Flowers bloom and fall, but I can't bear to see you wither,
Buried painfully in the autumn soil.
If I were a butterfly,
Will be cruel to take you off, always protect that bright smile;
If I were Yue Lun,
Will burn you decisively, take away your fragrance, and together with that lonely love, it will be deeply sealed.
Sprinkle with soft moonlight that never dies.
Maybe,
This is my eternal and selfish.
Fantasy.
Goddess of the rainbow
1
At night, in the wind, on the edge of the rain,
I found five irises, and I said they were lovely.
Like a woman, once, lying beside them.
Then wake up, get up, walk away and let your hair linger.
Memories on their sweet tongues.
I really want to tear off these petals with my teeth.
I really want to study these hairy selves,
Their beauty and indifference. they
Hold your breath all your life
Open, open.
2
We are not lovers, brothers and sisters,
Although we strolled through the hall hand in hand
When thoughts and desires
Extinguish, in this dream of life,
In this sleeping life, we die awake-
Purple turns blue, turn
Black, black, all these.
Pray by iris,
When she prayed for her home.
2. Poems about Alice
Iris (Xi Murong)
Goddess of the rainbow
Please keep silent and never answer me again.
After all, I must leave this tenderness and clarity.
Spring with a breezy face
It's bright, meticulous and tireless.
A world in which all life processes are presented.
Even if it is an effort to expand the small joy.
Concentrate on taste.
The happiness of peace is prolonged as much as possible.
And then between the starting point and the end point
The mysterious distance is still unmeasurable.
This boundless loneliness must be shouldered.
All the memories are not far from me.
In the silent forest, the traces of moss that we have walked through are reflected.
But there is an uncertain mood, even if it is
I found the right word, and I gradually lost control.
Finally, I am yours.
Like the purple iris in spring.
After all, we still have to turn our backs on each other.
(and at the moment, it is beautiful in an extreme time. It's finally a masterpiece. )
References:
Xi Murong's Poems
There is a poem about Iris.
Shu Ting's "Singing Iris" Singing Iris Shu Ting, my sadness rises a faint light wheel because of your light-inscription 1 I have become a singing iris on your chest. The breeze you breathe blows me, and in the tinkling moonlight, you temporarily cover me with your broad palm. 2. Can I dream now? It's snowing.
Ancient wind chimes and leaning towers in the big forest. Can I have a real Christmas tree with skates, magic flute, fairy-tale fireworks and fountains to show off my happiness? 3. Where is my little basket? What about the autumn harvest of my fertile land and long grass? Where is my old kettle? What about my thirsty lunch break under the scaffold? What about the bow I haven't played with? My English exercise: I love you. Love you, I fold the elongated figure under the street lamp, and I shed countless tears. Don't ask me why I turned my head slightly in my dream. Like a cricket hiding in a corner, I sobbed quietly and stubbornly, which made me have a quiet dream. Don't leave my short street We've been walking for a long time. Let me have a peaceful dream. Don't bother me. Ignore the crows who can't hover. As long as there are no clouds in your eyes, let me have an absurd dream. Do not laugh at me. I will walk into your poems every day and come back to you with red every night. Let me have a crazy dream. You are my darling, don't blame me ... I even long for the waves of passion to drown you thousands of times. When our heads meet, like a high-speed train to the moon, the world whistles sharply and falls backwards. Time spins wildly and falls like an avalanche. When we look at each other quietly, the soul is like a whirlpool in an art exhibition. Sunshine attracts us to deeper silence and enrichment. Harmony Six just sat in the dark, holding hands, listening to the old and young voice passing through our hearts. Even if the emperor knocks at the door, you don't have to pay attention, but ... wait seven times? What is that? What sound woke up the scarlet heartbeat in my veins? When I feel dizzy, I will always be awake in the sea. What is that? Whose will makes my body and soul eyes open together. "You have to carry a cross every day and come with me." Eight umbrella-shaped dream dandelions generally fly around a crater. You'd rather live and die than go back to your stormy hillside. Don't shake the wild swan in my nature on the vase. Even if you are shot, you should cross the winter without shelter and don't miss the spring scenery with railings. My name and my belief appear on the runway at the same time, representing a single record of this country. I have no right to rest. The sprint of life has no end, only ten speeds. I will look up to the sky, where I will make the highest decision. You can take me with you, but I still have the right to admit that I am not happy. Dear, raise your lamp and follow me on the road. Let me spread it far away with my poem. The ideal clock is behind the swamp in the hometown of overseas Chinese. The night is so gentle. Lights and cities are gathered in my arms. The lights are arched. Let my poem continue to trudge with me. The avenue twisted its tentacles and shouted: I can't cross the earth with spring water, but I gave the road sign to Hua 12. I walked through the criss-crossing city streets of Kouga. Go to the square, walk into the pumpkin shed, walk out of the highlands and live in the wilderness. I cast a heavy yoke while wearing a corolla, but no one knows that I am still your stupid girl who can't calculate. No matter how the symphony of the times immediately swept away my echo, you can still hear my unique voice. I stood upright, tasteless and proud. Especially young and painful storm in my heart. The sun is on my forehead. My yellow skin is bright and transparent. My black hair is thick. Chinese mother, rename the child who came to answer. Call me your "birch seedling" and your "little blue star". Mom, if the bullet comes, hit me first. I smiled and my eyes slowly slid down from my mother's shoulder. Don't cry, safflower and blood. Burning on your waves ... at that time, don't be sad, my love, although no one will raise a light-colored dress through the rain lane to knock on your stained glass window, although there will be no naughty hand to dial the alarm clock, angrily say: now go to your place, go back to your route, don't shape my simple image on the jade base, and don't turn the calendar page by page with a lonely guitar. Your position under that banner is ideal, making the pain shine. This is the last sentence I entrusted to you from the olive tree. Come to see me with pigeons in the morning. You will find me in people's love and your feelings, which is the love of the younger generation. Confusion and the pursuit of love. This poem was written in a sad and optimistic way and ended in a cheerful and confident way. It makes people feel that the iris, which represents love and beauty, will bloom.
4. sentences describing the blooming of iris
Iris is beautiful and graceful, much like lily. But lily has six petals, but people don't know that iris has only three petals, and the other three petals are sepals to protect the bud. It is precisely because these three petal-shaped sepals look like petals that they are often confused with the real ones and difficult to identify. Because Europeans often refer to iris as "lily", many people think that the national flower of France is lily. Although they understand this, they are used to it and can't change their minds.
Hey! Yesterday, the blue buds turned red overnight, and the buds were competing to grow, and my heart was full of joy. Ah! That half-purple and half-green bud is in bloom! Their openings are about the size of water bottle caps. There is a pale yellow stamen in the center of the flower, which is very beautiful. Like a beautiful butterfly, the breeze blows and the butterfly dances.
5. What is Iris's words?
Iris represents the messenger of love. Although the iris root is thick and the leaves are as wide as a knife, it has a strong vitality.
But because it is the raw material for making perfume, it is highly respected and widely used. So its flower language is-beauty.
The person blessed by this flower is soft and charming and sociable, but he is not a person in the game world. He has some plans for the future, and he can play book club work, which can be said to be the life form of this kind of person.
Isn't this a wonderful life? Iris iris is mostly blue and purple, and its scientific name is iris iris, which looks like a dancing butterfly. In May, when the iris blooms, you can see blue butterflies flying among the green leaves, as if to spread the news of spring to the distance.
The French regard iris as the national flower. Because according to legend, when Clovis, the king of the first dynasty of France, was baptized, God gave him a gift, that is, Iris.
In France, iris is a symbol of light and freedom. Iris is a general term for the family of flowering herbs.
This flower consists of 6 petal-shaped leaves, 3 or 6 stamens and an ovary wrapped by pedicels. The name of this plant comes from the angel of God and the rainbow that connects the earth with other worlds.
There is also a legend that the rainbow once saved the life of King Frank in the 6th century. When he saw the rainbow rising from the Rhine, he knew the river was shallow enough, so he crossed the river and escaped the enemy's pursuit. Iris grows in Japan, China, Siberia and almost the whole temperate world.
Iris is called iris because its petals are shaped like the tail of a kite. Its common name iris means "rainbow" in Greek, which means rich colors. Ordinary florists and flower arrangers, that is, transliteration of their common names, are commonly known as "Alice".
Alice is the rainbow goddess in Greek mythology. She is the messenger of the gods and the mortal world. Her main task is to bring the souls of good people back to heaven through the rainbow bridge between heaven and earth. Up to now, the Greeks often plant this kind of flower in the cemetery, hoping that the soul after death can entrust Alice to bring it back to heaven, which is also the origin of the flower language "the messenger of love"
In ancient Egypt, iris represented "strength" and "eloquence". Iris is mostly blue-purple flowers, shaped like dancing butterflies.
In May, when the iris blooms, you can see blue butterflies flying among the green leaves, as if to spread the news of spring to the distance. Israelis generally believe that the yellow iris is a symbol of "gold", so there is a custom of planting iris in the cemetery, that is, hoping to bring wealth to the afterlife.
Monet also planted iris in the garden of giverny; And take this as the theme, leaving a scene of iris full of natural vitality on the canvas. Colorful irises represent different meanings.
White iris represents innocence, yellow represents eternal friendship, enthusiasm and cheerfulness, blue represents appreciation of each other's elegance or unrequited love, and purple represents love and auspiciousness. Iris is a kind of Iris, which is a general name of a family of herbaceous flowering plants.
This flower consists of 6 petal-shaped leaves, 3 or 6 stamens and an ovary wrapped by pedicels. Iris is mainly blue-purple and has the reputation of "blue enchantress". Iris is called iris and "Alice" because its petals are shaped like the tail of a kite.
Alice is the rainbow goddess in Greek mythology. She is the messenger of the gods and the earth. The name of this plant comes from the angel of God and the rainbow that connects the earth with other worlds.
There is also a legend that the rainbow once saved the life of King Frank in the 6th century. When he saw the rainbow rising from the Rhine, he knew the river was shallow enough, so he crossed the river and escaped the enemy's pursuit. France is a country of flowers, and its capital, Paris, has the reputation of "Flower Capital".
Wei Ying is regarded as the national flower of the French Kingdom. Because according to legend, when Clovis, the king of the first dynasty of France, was baptized, God gave him a gift, that is, Iris.
In France, iris is a symbol of light and freedom. In ancient Egypt, iris represented "strength" and "eloquence".
Israelis generally believe that yellow iris is a symbol of "gold", so there is a custom of planting iris, that is, hoping to bring wealth to the afterlife. Monet also planted iris in the garden of giverny; And take this as the theme, leaving a scene of iris full of natural vitality on the canvas.
Colorful irises represent different meanings. White iris represents innocence, yellow represents eternal friendship, enthusiasm and cheerfulness, blue represents appreciation of each other's elegance or unrequited love, and purple represents love and auspiciousness.
This year, Iris introduced the Shixiang Lake (Tulip) Tourism Festival on a large scale for the first time, and its main colors are blue-purple, snow-white, gold and silver gray. In the season when iris is in full bloom, you can see blue butterflies flying among the green leaves, as if spreading the news of spring to the distance.
Iris, the Chinese name comes from its petals like a kite tail. A kite is a bird of the Eagle family. The poem "The Foothills of Daya Gan" says: "The kite flies in the sky and the fish jumps in Yu Yuan."
Its Greek/English name is iris, which means rainbow. Because this flower has five colors: red, orange, purple, blue, white and black, it deserves the name of rainbow. Its French name is fleur-de-lis or fleur-de-lys, and it can't say anything, but its ancient French spelling is Fleur-de-luce, which means light and light in Latin.
So this flower is a "flower of light" in French. "The national flower of France is the iris of Iris, with beautiful volume and elegant posture, which is very similar to lily.
Iris and Lily belong to two completely different families. Although at first glance, it seems that both of them have six "petals", I don't know that iris has only three petals, and the other three petals are sepals that protect flower buds. Just because these three petals look like petals, they are often confused with the real ones, so it is difficult to identify them. In addition, the "petals" of iris are half-cocked and half-rolled, while the petals of lily are all upward.
Other irises also have three long tongue-shaped petals that change from gynogenesis to deep flower heart. Because Europeans often refer to iris as "lily", many people think that the national flower of France is lily. "
Iris is often translated into "Jin Baihe" in modern Chinese, and the correct translation should be "Iris". Iris (fleur de lis).
As early as ancient Egypt, iris was like lotus, lily and palm leaf.