Chapter one: Modern poetry about osmanthus fragrance: autumn in September.
Who is wasting their time?
Put this season
Make it fragrant.
Not as enchanting as peach blossoms.
Not as bright as cherry blossoms.
Not as spicy as roses.
Not as rich as peony.
Although I wore simple but elegant makeup.
But it can be in the flowers.
Become the focus of everyone's pursuit.
You are everywhere
early morning
When I open my sleepy eyes
Go outdoors
You are like a naughty child.
Came at me head on.
a nice day
From the moment you kissed me.
Have your world.
Butterflies will wander around and dance.
Have your world.
Birds can fly very high.
You are all over the city.
Song and dance season
How much I want to put you
Take it in my hand.
Into my blood
Chapter 2: Modern Poems about Osmanthus fragrans When I woke up, there was a sweet osmanthus fragrance.
Warm fingers, touching your chest.
This is a strong fragrance, sweet temptation.
Attached to the wind, freely flowing and flying.
Every autumn, I am always confused: small
Why do yellow or orange grains of rice always come out?
Such a huge amount of energy seems to have passed for a long time.
Only with the integration of love can we indulge in singing in an uninhabited wilderness.
Autumn is getting stronger. In the bleak and dense fragrance.
Like the warm sunshine in autumn, eyes and soul are together.
The reflection is bright, just like the golden light quivering gently on the ripples.
Chapter 3: Modern poems about osmanthus fragrance should be in the air.
Smell your scent first,
Only from the dense branches and leaves,
Find your hidden face.
Show your beauty and charm,
This is the desire of all flowers;
And you, if it weren't for
Reveal the fragrance, maybe,
You will give up humbly
Flower youth.
You don't have a pretty face,
But let your yufen,
How dark is it?
Proud beauty.
Chapter four: Modern poems about osmanthus fragrance. Osmanthus fragrans has been standing for ten years.
Line up in the garden
The wind will send you far away.
The warmth of the journey
Someone will drool for you.
Laurel, but I'm still waiting.
Waiting by your side
Touch your little face
Stare anxiously until your eyes are tired.
A starry night
You really come
Raise the tip of nose
Half-closed eyes
Enjoy a kind of greed
in (sb's) dreams
Sporadic breeze
Send you body fragrance.
Faint, faint