A leaf with modern plant poems 1
Author: sea breeze blowing hair
A leaf
Fallen leaves in spring
unwillingly
Also very helpless.
Leaves and buds are not paying attention.
A leaf
Fallen leaves in spring
Longing for spring
Bask in the sun
A leaf
Fallen leaves fall alone
Want to kiss the earth
Turn spring mud into more flowers.
But I don't know where the wind will blow it.
There are modern poems of plants in my room II.
There are two different kinds of porcelain.
One is used to hold things.
One who pleases God.
The appearance of things used for loading is rough.
The texture used to please the gods is brittle.
One day, the one with the thing fell to the ground.
I threw it outdoors in a rage.
Another day, the person who gave me happiness.
Also fell to the ground.
There is still a gap.
I put it away carefully.
And let it be damaged and put in a more eye-catching place.
Years have changed, but she has become more plump and moist.
Her wound seems to shine with beautiful light.
I am more and more focused on her gaze.
Unexpectedly, she finally abandoned me.
Not even ashes were left.
Disappear into the air and my field of vision.
Modern Poetry and Plants 3 Pear Trees
Hilda Doolittle
Silver dust and fog
Rise from the ground
I can't reach it.
You have risen so high.
Oh, silver
I can't reach it.
You bloom to us.
There are no other flowers to bloom.
Such strong pure white petals
No other flower can get such rare silver.
And then separate out the silver.
Oh, white pears
You flower clusters
Bloom in the branches
Use your purple heart medal
Bring summer and ripe fruit.
Modern Plant Poetry 4 Plants
I thought I was a sunshine plant.
Need sunshine to touch, need a wide space.
Facing the wind and rain, facing the spring and autumn.
very happy
Dig the roots into the ordinary depths and into the cracks.
Be strong and try not to be barren.
War, axe, fire, disease
An inescapable life
Maybe there will be sadness.
Otherwise, why are you bent like a sad heart?
Maybe it will be sad.
Otherwise, why do the leaves fall?
Keep looking up.
Pray for the years
Traces of white clouds flying wildly in the blue sky
Look at the sunshine so warm and clean.
Time and time again, year after year
Gradually rough skin can withstand carving.
A chain or coil on a bone
Mountain or mountain?
The brothers and sisters around are full of energy and excitement.
The forest is piece by piece.
I got lost in the middle.
Change, betray, rotate, wander
Are far away
Standing upright and stiff is a habit.
Want to go to the edge to learn another language
Lying, acting, hypocrisy, running around, smoking
It's people.
There are laziness, struggle, revolution, conspiracy, creation and yearning.
How subjective
Judge for yourself.
Choose or wait
Why do they have classes, the gap between the rich and the poor, corruption and festivals?
Why did they deprive us of our territory and destroy our ancestors?
Cut off our sources.
Later, why did you reshape us?
When we grow up, it means value to them.
If it's broken, it's broken
I'm just a sunshine plant.
Rotating leaves and modern plant poetry
Author: Zhong Huaxun
The autumn wind is coming.
Carrying a wandering song
Like an angel with a broken wing.
Leaves that comfort sadness.
Autumn rain has arrived.
Wrapped in sour tears.
It's like a fairy tale has come true.
A stone bench showing loneliness
Blow away; Dispel; make a deep impression
Beauty on the stage
In the rain.
I can't see clearly that it is a teardrop.
Fallen leaves, with the arrival of autumn wind, swirl down from the branches;
Miss the past green, miss the sunshine;
Maybe there is your story and my story, I don't know how long I have been wandering;
I hope that beautiful girl is my angel;
When it all came true, the beautiful butterfly broke its wings.
Is the autumn wind touching my broken heart, and is the autumn rain clearing my lonely world?
I am annoyed that it disturbed your flowing hair, and I am angry that it has soaked my whole body at this time.
Not for the fallen leaves, feel dejected; It's not for the stone bench I once sat on, it's empty.
Modern Poetry and Plants 6 Live Like Plants
Summer is great. Everything is worth showing off.
There will be no time and rain until the sun rises.
And aromatic resin.
The wheat on my ass is ripe.
At dawn, the earth is full of golden flowers.
Oh, lover
Please allow me to live like a plant.
Lush leaves and fragrant flowers.
Green roots produce sweet fruits.
The hot and humid flow is getting higher and higher.
Like the prayer of the moon, like the sigh of the stars.
Oh, I want to live like a plant.
Have green thoughts in my heart
Twisting, watering and cutting branches again and again
Then, it revived and fell luxuriantly.
Like an unknown wild flower, silently sad and happy.
Leaves rustle when the wind blows.
Like a clear stream flowing through a dream.
Go back to my mother.
The grapes are ripe.
Pomegranate is ripe
Like a sweet woman
Suddenly I have a beautiful sky.
Modern Poetry and Plants 7 Wheat
Father's June, the fields are golden.
From time to time, rows of waves are rolled up and pushed.
I have smelled the surging wheat fragrance.
That's the latent temptation of wheat when it blooms.
No publicity, lack of beauty and beauty.
But like his father, he exudes brilliance from his dignity.
The yellowing of wheat is a mature force.
What I see is a dazzling wheat field.
Maybe that's the swelling of the seeds when they are buried.
Through the layers of soil, standing on his father's broad shoulders.
At first glance, it is a golden ocean.
My father's years have made bitter fleabane grow vigorously.
Flowers bloom and fall, bringing people a yearning.
That curved sickle is my father's curved back.
Modern Plant Poetry 8 Clover
Which painter accidentally threw away the two colors of pink?
Let you blossom bright flowers on the red land.
The roadside was dyed red, and the ambiguity of pink covered the fence.
Drought and barren, as long as there is soil, everywhere can take root and sprout.
The wind is crazy and the rain is sudden, and the beauty is as good as before.
Ordinary as, grab a handful of red soil.
Modern Plant Poetry 9 Lotus
Just shy, blooming like a lotus.
Can be so calm, get out of the mud without being stained.
Dew in order to get close to your grace.
Turn around on the green film you spread out.
Frogs stand on the lotus leaf, and their cries are moving with your singing.
In this way, standing in a beautiful picture with the water in the pond.
Modern Plant Poetry 10 Rose
Just waiting affectionately, being packed in my heart.
Imagine being suffocated by a lover's kiss.
But being stuffed in someone else's arms by a lover.
In a flash, elegance and beauty turned into depression.
I thought this time, I would be held high.
Turn around, but have been abandoned.
Modern Poetry and Plants 1 1 Begonia in Spring
Like a gust of wind rolled up on the earth, overnight.
The beauty of spring is held in your arms.
Powder is powder, full of temptation.
Red is red, and the color is gorgeous as rice.
Bai Haitang, exquisite and elegant.
Haitang, but so noble and plump.
I just feel a burst of fragrance, which makes people confused.
Modern Poetry and Plants 12 Phalaenopsis
In this way, you spread your colorful wings.
Eager to try, imagination is like a butterfly.
Flapping the longing in my heart, flying in the blue sky and soaring in the wind.
But bound to the land where you want to grow.
Every day, I watch it in my dream.
Look, butterflies are flying.
Modern Plant Poetry 13 Jasminum giraldii
By the river, ordinary things can be seen everywhere.
The soft branches make the willow sigh.
Do you want to let your heart hang down?
Seize the whole spring
A bunch of yellow flowers.
How much sunlight is included?
Modern Plant Poetry 14 Rhododendron
It is because of screaming that spring is covered with green.
The cuckoo cries blood, on the hillside you flew over.
Dropping thoughts are covered with bright red blood.
It may be a grain, the seed of a cuckoo.
Every early spring, the red flag flutters on the hillside.
Because you are the first person to plant blood in the soil.
Modern Poetry and Plants 15 Carnation
In May, every day is gentle.
On such a day, my heart
Everyone expects you not to get old.
As long as you stop worrying about me
I want to spend more time with you.
No matter how tempting it is outside.
I also want to hold carnations and my heart.
in front of you
Let the warmth soak in the flowers and diffuse in your maternal love.
Modern Poetry and Plants 16 Ficus carica
When there are no flowers, that kind of joy is flying.
I didn't feel dejected when the flowers fell.
Don't bury the residual flowers with that sentimental woman's hoe.
Very indifferent wisps of fragrance, buried in my heart.
Suddenly, one day, the tree was full of fruits.
Only from the bottom of my heart can I release full fragrance.
That's it, the sound of flowers.
In order to become deep and melodious in the air.
Modern Poetry and Plants 17 Tree
See a dead tree in the distance.
Isolated between steep cliffs
Like a dusty grave, rotten and dark.
There are no birds perched on it.
Even if you come, it's only a short stay.
It only has a lonely figure.
And the wind and rain that often ravage it
If we hadn't met by chance,
no one will find it.
So many years have passed.
I still looked at it silently between the cliffs.
Like an ancient tombstone, it stands solemnly.
It is only its body that dies, not its soul.
I see the scenery around me.
Think of the fresh lily.
How many people worship your white flowers?
How many people miss your refreshing fragrance?
How many butterflies kiss for you?
Are you still beautiful today?
But I can't find it.
Only weeds and faint chrysanthemums.
It turned out that it had already been ravaged by wind and rain and died out.
How many people lament this?
Sad for its departure
I won't be sad for its departure.
But who will be sad for a dead tree?
Modern Plant Poetry 18 Tree of the Four Seasons
Trees in spring,
Wake up from the snow,
Winter fatigue.
Trees in summer,
After the baptism of spring,
Bring us cool.
Trees in autumn,
Took away the coolness of summer,
Brought a tree full of fruits.
Trees in winter,
Take off your beautiful clothes,
Gently welcome the cold winter.
Modern Poetry and Plants 19 Tree
Standing there
This is a big tree.
Even if it falls.
It is also upright.
stand
This is a landscape.
Even if it falls.
And stand proudly.
The wind won't blow.
The only thing that moves
It's your amazing posture and charm.
Whether in the mountains or in the valleys.
Your appearance
Make it the center of life.
Cut off a few leaves
You're still standing
Cut off some branches and vines.
You're still standing
Even if you saw off your head.
You still smile and watch the spring breeze embrace the earth.
on hand
You stand.
In the rain.
You stand.
Even if lightning flashes and thunder thunders.
You're not surprised or scared.
Take root in the earth
Have courage and courage, dare to take responsibility
Proud sky
Be humble, self-reliant, confident and self-reliant.
root
Section by section expansion
Infiltration and extension in sections.
Consolidate a pure land.
Running water can even spoil things.
You can't shake your foundation.
Protect a mountain range
Mountain torrents even make holes.
Can't scratch your bones and muscles.
Defend the whole land
The roaring sea makes the waves roll.
You can't use stones.
Smash you
Dream of the world
Blue fruit tree
Standing there
Stand like a god
Protect a world
Modern Poems of Plants and Tattoos of 20 Trees
It's hopeless psoriasis.
It is the poverty of the ancient land.
It is a sail shadow that melts into the dusk.
It is the purification of rare filth.
It is the fate of the riverbed for thousands of years.
It is the struggle of aging life.
This is written by an indigenous artist.
It's Xizhe's animal painting style.
Mounting head
It's battle-hardened armor
Cut off the soul
Desperate for the country and the people.
It is the mysterious treasure of revenge of the small dynasty.
Wild snake array in the western regions.
It is an evil animal, crying painfully in the abyss.
It is the big name of Nu Wa.
It's a night cat named Chun.
This is a hieroglyph that no one can read.
The mouth of the hungry in troubled times
It is a continuous expression of evil in animation.
There is no season here.
Only the date is verified.
There is no reasonable order here.
Only the disoriented survival.
It can be a god worshipped by thousands of people.
Or you'll never turn over.
Can be a merciful Lord
Or it could be a previous life of a handmaiden.
To be dead or alive
Nihility is tangible.
It is the sustenance in my heart, and it is the birdsong outside.
But my whole world is a narcissistic frivolous scratch.
Modern Poetry and Plants 2 1 Eternal Tree
The sun gives you the light of life.
The earth has given your body nutrition.
If you are just a carbon factory for heating.
Let's just do it in the grass.
Didn't you fail the gift of nature?
How can we live up to the chopping of lightning and the beating of rain?
Only the old bald man on the other side of the tree
You are really an eternal tree.
Modern Poetry and Plants 22 Venus rosewood
Hundreds of years of hot cooking
Hundreds of years of ups and downs in the Spring and Autumn Period.
Forged the tortuous tree essence.
Even if the heart and lungs are hollowed out
The clang is still shining.
Charming Venus
Modern poetry and plants 23 grimace pears
Sunshine and rain that have nourished for hundreds of years.
Become a quiet and peaceful temperament.
In the flowing texture
Give off a charming aftertaste.
Breath of wasted years.
Made a face.
Modern Plant Poetry: 24 Red Sour Branches
In the north, they are called old mahogany.
Guangdong Lingnan is also called red rosewood.
Brown-red texture with dark ribs.
Bitter acidity cannot be buried.
Your hard and wear-resistant personality
And that kind of candid and implicit beauty.
Modern plant poems: 25 clouds and phoenix spreading their wings
Clouds wander between the lines.
Mountains and rivers are swaying among the trees.
The poet was drunk on the shiny arhat bed.
Cha Sheng's story attached to the coffee table.
Although the popular chicken wing nickname
Can be handed down in round-backed chairs.
Always leave your shadow flying high.