A long poem for lilies

Poetry 1: Lilies in Weeds

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.