Modern poetry of flowers 1 1. Flowers in the dark.
look
A crimson sea of flowers
Gorgeous rotation
Dark snowflake
Floating and sinking slowly
I'm chasing it
chase
That kind of hypocritical concern
Cut his throat.
Dirty tears
Whole body staining
Endless sky
pervade
Disillusioned
in the shadow
On the ruins of goodness
Hold high the banner of glory.
Declare war on this illusory world
gently
dropoff
Invisible flower
I'm singing.
I'm singing.
listen to
die
Follow me like a lullaby.
Speak softly
Until the pain goes away
Deeply regret
Dancing like a gorgeous butterfly
Touch gently
Until your eyes are closed forever
If flower of life can bloom.
Isn't that death colorful and beautiful?
fall into despair
die of grief
A soul eager to save
But say goodbye
He sings.
The echo of despair
Endless tears
Flow into the heart
calmly
intrude into
Bloody flowers
I'm singing.
I'm singing.
hope
This hope
Find the person you love with the breeze.
This can't convey my thoughts.
Play the splendid sea of flowers
at that time
I will fall from the sky
The world dies beside me.
It is spinning.
revolve
Fall into an endless quagmire
At full speed
turn up
Black and white flowers
I'm singing.
I'm singing.
This hope
The pinnacle of perfection
Born in the morning light
Die in the twilight
Dancing solo on a cold night
May the wind and rain tear my figure.
May this torrent wash away my memory.
In the bloody dusk
Run to the distance
No one will remember me.
Withered in the mud with a smile.
Decay gradually
Finally return to dust
I dedicate my life to poetry.
Just because
I am a flower.
Flowers lost in the dark
2. osmanthus fragrance
A casual osmanthus fragrance floated in.
I breathe deeply alone. Small, subtle and meaningful
Just like the flowers themselves. A bird and a bee
It's no longer noisy. I'm busy sending osmanthus flowers.
Send sweet words. On the land under their feet
Like a grain of rice, it is full of rotten flowers and remnants. They turned a blind eye and were indifferent.
I care about flowers as much as sunshine and rain. although
Autumn wind is not convenient for willow waves, and I will also pick flowers with poetry.
2. "Meet like osmanthus"
Osmanthus fragrans was fragrant that year.
Sweet and fragrant
Sweet with the taste of first love.
Squint and think about your smile.
Don't be delicious in your heart.
For meeting you that year.
Wandering on that familiar road many times
To see you.
I dressed up.
Meet with you
Just so you can look at me again.
I held a osmanthus flower that year.
Gui Xiang is like a ribbon fluttering in the wind.
Guide you to me.
Looking back and smiling is as sweet as a couple.
That's enough.
Osmanthus fragrans is everywhere in my heart.
I wonder if you smell my mind.
I deliberately stood there waiting for your meeting.
Modern Poetry of Flowers 2 1. "Chi Guihua"
Late osmanthus
Yi ran fen Fang
Like snow
Ruxia
Like a fool.
drink
A soul that can't bear to touch.
Unforgettable breath
Huicheng
pure love
Naive dream
Tears hang on the eyelids.
Stop at the corner of your mouth
Initial separation
The last acquaintance
Eye contact
The flow of ideas
White wall at the top of Wuyun Mountain
Messy feet
Blue sky on Qiantang River
On the way home
Embrace the quiet silence
Feel beautiful' shy'
The moment when the lips are closed.
Breathing stagnation moment
remain; stay
Only the fragrance of osmanthus.
Late osmanthus
Yi ran fen Fang
2. Wisteria
Trouble starts in the wind and ends at night.
The more I want to be brave, the more I want to drive.
The dumber the laughter.
Chinese wistaria
Tie your heart to the carousel.
Can you stop making noise?
Still obsessed with old love stories
Love stays in such a story.
But touching memories.
This is very simple
Standing in situ
I thought I could return it.
3. Winter jasmine in full bloom in autumn
Autumn is fading away.
The season of winter jasmine
It has already become a butterfly feather.
There is only one golden camel bell.
Because I am obsessed with the immortal legend of Loulan.
Forget the cycle of seasons.
Avoid a glimpse of the beautiful eyes of the flower god.
Blooming among the lush branches and leaves of the Spring Festival.
Jump, shine, surprise
A reed flute comes from the south of the sea of clouds.
Holding the ribbon of the daughter country
Sanskrit sings in autumn leaves and hedges.
Modern Poetry of Flowers 3 1. Little snail on the mosaic
So closed.
A heart lock shields the past from the past.
So settle down.
A mosaic pillow with a yellow beam.
Don't worry about the mortgage
Don't worry about the price
Calm as a pool of clear water
In this life, I only hope that the rain will be crisp.
Just turned around.
Don't bother to say goodbye
So I left.
A season's mind disappears under the bodhi.
Don't long for flowers to bloom.
Don't stop talking about falling flowers.
Tanabata whispers like a cloud.
In the afterlife, I would like to offer lotus flowers in the sound of wooden fish.
2. Morning glory at the foot of the mountain
Look up at the stars and listen to cicadas.
An impulse to sing can't be controlled.
With charm and rain and dew
Always failed the climbing stones and stairs.
He is a fallen star.
Rooted in the glittering green sunflower garden
Jianjia has moved away from Iraqis.
The heavy rut of the ancient road stung his fragile heart.
She is a grass beside the road.
Germinate in the cracks of slate moss
Nobody built a fence.
Infinite loneliness melts in colorful reverie.
Sweet whispers under the grape trellis
A pool of autumn water has blown away the loneliness of a season.
Holding the sorrow of not having cows.
Be a wordless person who is widely advertised.