Poems praising chrysanthemums Modern poems 1 White chrysanthemums tremble. Are you scared? You are wearing a blooming white chrysanthemum with a touch of autumn sorrow. Who is threatening your flying and making you cringe? The roaring cold current looks at each other. The ancient road is dusty and rolling in, devouring your last fragrant doomsday breath. The blue sky is really high. Your good dream is like a white chrysanthemum floating on the horizon. The white chrysanthemum in Yan Ruyu is looking forward to a pair of lovely and gentle hands to take you home, in a warm place. White chrysanthemums bloom like stars without crying. If no wind and rain destroyed you, you wouldn't hesitate. I hope to manage a tender white chrysanthemum that is losing its youthful luster day and night. ...
Modern poem 2 praises Chrysanthemum Spring: You didn't show your edge in summer, but it warmed you in this season, so that there is no desolation in frost dyeing. In winter, you hide yourself deeply and return the earth to a vast expanse. You never rush to open it, but it always blooms naturally. You described the golden wind in September with a smiling face and conveyed your body fragrance. I looked at you quietly, and your eyes were full of warmth. The inner appearance is also wandering in the ocean of happiness. If I can be as humble as you, I will be more humble in tolerance, my life will shine and I will have a place.