Weedy wilderness,
There are many butterflies flying.
focus on lilies.
butterflies become apertures,
lilies don't like flowers,
they just want to decorate the wilderness with its purity,
butterflies don't like gorgeous flower heads,
they only want to be paired with lilies,
the wilderness is like troubled times,
love is like lilies,
be butterflies with loyalty, and
people will see the truth everywhere.
How many lilies
and how many butterflies
are there in troubled times?
the human heart is nothing but a lily.
Poetry 2: Lilies
A few lilies on the bed,
red and white eyes.
the fragrance of flowers is floating on my pillow, and
smelling it urges me to sleep.
Lily, lily,
My favorite flower in my life.
I wore it at my wedding, and
I have it with me every day.
the name is beautiful, and the flowers are beautiful.
You can never tire of seeing the flowers in your heart.
Poetry 3: Crying Lily
In the corner you forgot
I live alone
Life is not a legend
but a trivial extension
It is endless loneliness
A woman
lost her love
and lost herself
lost her mind in the world of mortals
.
Who is still singing in your youth
Time says
Everything will be forgotten
You must never torture yourself
Happiness is what makes you
Smile will glow with youthful brilliance
Take you into a
brand-new life
Poetry 4: Crying lilies
Not because of cold
Ruthlessness. I want to cry
to celebrate the beauty of blood condensation
either because of the joy of saying goodbye to winter and welcoming the spring
to break the cocoon and become a butterfly
or because I want to cry
to admire my white clothes
or because I am old and lost years
to carve deep wrinkles
or just want to cry
to drink a once-in-a-lifetime poem
. Encountering your memories
Happiness
is like ice cubes held in the palm of your hand
Moisturizing
the whole dry and hot body
Waiting until
dusk goes out in front of the scorching sun
while I
stand in the summer wind
watching
deep affection and tears blend
Waiting
is a piece.