Modern poems describing camphor trees 1
Plant a camphor tree and me.
Fragrant fragrance
Stick to old age and never die.
Follow like a skirt in spring, follow a lonely boat like a seagull.
The wind is waiting for you in the fallen leaves.
The rain is waiting for you with tears.
In the hot sun, you will become a fanatic waiting for you.
Love you, this is a crisis.
Too many oceans have dried up and rocks have broken.
The wind caresses your ears and cheeks with the gentlest touch.
Rain drops a little miss on your threshold and moss on the wall.
I won't give you this scorching sun.
Although truth will never be refined
A lonely boat is sailing in the dark.
I just want to wait for you like an apple tree in autumn.
Modern poems describing camphor trees II.
The sun hangs on the camphor tree.
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I always think at night.
The sun will come out early tomorrow.
Hanging on the camphor tree
Red, that's a big lantern.
Choose the way for students to get up early.
Waiting for strawberries to ripen year after year.
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I often think during the day.
The moon will last for a long time tonight.
Hanging on the camphor tree
Liangliang, that's a curved mirror.
Look forward to one day at a time.
Look at the bud, blooming in the shadow.
Looking forward to tomorrow's perfection
Actually.
Our teacher is.
the sun and moon
Carry lanterns-red
Take the mirror.-Bright
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Flowers and trees grow, smell and smell.
Students smile and teachers smile.
Modern poems describing camphor trees 3
If I love you,
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round.
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase your height
Set off your dignity
Even sunshine.
Even spring rain
No, these are not enough.
I must be a kapok beside you.
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd.
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and thunder.
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were apart forever.
But depend on each other for a lifetime
This is great love.
Loyalty is here.
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body.
I love your stand, too.
tread underfoot
Modern poems describing camphor trees 4
Jasper with high trees
withdraw
The dream of the shade has gone from numbness
Wake up inside
In our yard.
A camphor tree
When diving in early spring,
die
A sudden dream break
Fast shutter cage after spring breeze
Push the window first when you open it.
The fragrance fades? slide
Spring breeze is like scissors? Always
Open and transparent hidden weapons
Cut off the crown
Cross section? You can see the circle.
A shining heart
Clear texture
Overflow the whole courtyard
Talk about items
I don't want to ask about the lampshade.
I don't want to know too much about the value and hardships of life.
Stroll in in spring
Leaving half the trunk.
This is an upright throat.
vertical thinking
Not our inner position.
Green water drops sink.
Properties of solidified soil
Lost in the dusty past
Start with the heart? Spread it to you
No laurel? Xiangzhangjun
Suspicion of a powerful soul
Still stick to the ground under your feet.
Thoughts are imprinted in reincarnation.
Fantasize about blue eyes.
A touch of the throat
Reminds me of the red cannon and history.
A hundred thunder and fire roared in the distant sky.
The crown of fantasy Like fireworks
Open the roof.
The sky on the throat
Or? be filled with loopholes
Facing April? Facing a shrinking tree
Shasha memory
Please forgive our swearing.
Willing to understand us
Questioning and accusing