How to write peony flowers in foreign poems

Light iris/October blue light, an iris. Gently, emitting a fresh fragrance. On a colorful summer day, you smiled, not because the sneer of the rose beside you was charming, nor because the peony was generous and beautiful. Your smile is bright and simple, just like the smiling face of a child in June. Harmony, love for summer, expectation for summer. However, in this gorgeous pink season, only the butterfly shadow protects the flowers and plants around you, but it doesn't pick honey from you alone; Soft moonlight caresses the petals beside you, but leaves you alone in the lonely night. On a cold and sad morning, round dew, with tiredness, dripped on your petite petals and turned into crystal clear and lonely tears. Iris, you also long for your own butterfly and touch your own flower and moon. However, that tearful morning, a faint cool breeze blew the bleak autumn, and the flowers fell, but I couldn't bear to watch you wither and wither and be buried in the autumn soil painfully. If I were a butterfly, I would take you off cruelly and protect that bright smile forever; If I were the moon, I would burn you decisively, take away your fragrance, and together with that lonely love, seal it deeply and sprinkle it with the soft moonlight that never dies. Perhaps, this is my eternal and selfish fantasy. Iris 1 night, in the wind, on the edge of the rain, I found five irises, I call them lovely. Like a woman, once, she lay down beside them, then woke up, got up and walked away, her hair lingering on their sweet tongues. I really want to tear off these petals with my teeth. I really want to study these hairy selves, their beauty and indifference. They hold their breath all their lives, then open, open. We are not lovers, nor brothers and sisters. Although when our thoughts and desires go out, we walk hand in hand in the hall, trembling, but in this dream of life, in this sleeping life, we wake up and die-purple turns blue, black, black-all this is what a iris prayed for, and when she prayed, it was her home.