Modern plant poetry

Modern poems about plants are as follows:

1, rape flower

From south to north, it is yellow/from west to east, yellow/blowing with the spring breeze/like a golden ocean/waves rising higher and higher/like wandering in my mother's arms.

2. Peach blossom

Every time I open the window/look around/you will open your mouth/sing loudly/watch you pick up the pink horn/blow out a touching song/as if you are telling something happily/I have thought about it for a long time/oh/so you are telling people that spring is coming.

Step 3 plant

Being a plant is much simpler than being a person/feeling the sunshine and rain/thinking about how to grow tall and grow up all day/no one is hypocritical and secular/if I have a choice, I prefer rice/taking care of farmers/from sowing to fertilization, from pest control to harvest/life is simple/I can always be concerned or revered/I can also be a flowering and fruiting tree.

Accept expectations and blessings from the heart/from the soul/Even a grass will turn from light green to yellow with countless grasses, without taking the winding path of the world and bypassing the unpredictable trap/You see, how free it is to be a plant/more casual, relaxed and happier than people now.

Step 4 leave

When I am sad, I will glance at the plant you left on the windowsill/I often feel that it is as lonely and helpless as I am without love/It was originally a couple who could get along with each other day and night/You don't deserve to leave this world/I didn't say anything/I even beg you not to care/I often cry in the middle of the night/It pains me to see the plant you left on the windowsill tired.

The green leaves smell fresh, and the morning dew is still hanging/being careful is like watching you take care of me lovingly/your words are inappropriate. I am in pain, my tears are dry/my tears are dry, I can't be with you/I don't even care to beg you/I often cry in the middle of the night/I dream about the pain you gave me in the middle of the night.