Modern poetry describes plants.

"To Oak" wrote: "If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell tree,/I will show off myself with your tall branches/No, these are not enough/I must be a kapok near you,/I will stand with you as a tree. /root, clenched in the ground; /Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other. /This is great love. /I believe it. /Love/Not only your stalwart body,/but also your persistent position and the land under your feet.

The gentleness of bowing your head is the most, like the shyness of a hibiscus out of water, submerged by the cool breeze. You say treasure, you say treasure, there is sweet sadness in that treasure-Annola! -"Shi Annala" Xu Zhimo

She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation-Dai Wangshu in the rain lane.

Not all trees were broken by the storm; Not all seeds can't find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of human heart; Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken. -"This is everything"-Kitajima Shuting's "Everything" answer?

From south to north, a piece of yellow from west to east, a piece of yellow blowing with the spring breeze, like a golden ocean, wave by wave higher, like wandering in my mother's arms. -"Rape Flowers"