Chapter one: Modern poems about jasmine borrowed from the bride's new clothes,
May pure white be from the outside to the inside.
Give a drop of Millennium secret morning dew,
Fragrant and intoxicating world.
Can I ride the breeze?
Dance with you in the spring.
I should rot in the backyard and sleep,
I am deeply connected with you.
If you have a memory,
Do you still remember the obsession of flower farmers?
If I have an afterlife,
Be sure to leave you once less!
Put a jasmine pillow on the pillow,
Indulge in your silent charm.
The wind hummed jasmine songs,
I hear you crying in the rain!
Chapter 2: Modern Poems about Jasmine The night wind blows the hair tips.
A faint scent of flowers.
Sneak from behind
Surround me
I was caught off guard.
Never thought about it.
There will be times like this.
Secretly pleased with a little pride.
That flower fragrance is the smell of jasmine.
Chapter three: Modern poetry about Jasmine sleeps in casual tunes.
Even if it blooms, it's the sound of jade breaking.
When listening, go deep into the spinal cord and go straight to the heart.
Plain color is noble, not because of showing off.
Moistening things quietly is not necessarily the dream of Jiaduobao.
When you wake up in the morning dew, the dew is more beautiful than you.
Doesn't mean you're not charming or noble.
Whoever is baptized will not only make you great, but also make you brilliant.
Petite is not worth loving, weak is not worth loving.
Fragrance can grow on the land.
every hole and corner
Flowers are second.
Music is secondary.
Although I like them all.
Chapter four: Modern poems about jasmine come from Jiangnan.
I like jasmine very much.
When I was a child,
Parents are busy,
Always entrusted me to grandma's care,
Grandma lives alone all the year round,
There is no one around to talk to,
Of course you want to take care of me.
Grandma's house is full of jasmine flowers.
There is always a faint fragrance in the room.
Grandma is famous for her kindness.
There is a person in the community who lives a hard life.
Make a living by collecting waste and selling money,
Grandma knows,
Gave all the garbage collected at home to that man.
Later,
Grandma died of illness,
A sad atmosphere enveloped the whole community,
Everyone lamented that grandma had done a lot of good things.
I must have gone to heaven to have fun,
I cried for a long time,
I still remember,
When I was a child,
Grandma hugged me,
Singing jasmine gently ...