Modern poems praising plants are as follows:
1. Roses
Just waiting lovingly, held in the bottom of my heart. Imagine being suffocated by the lover's passionate kiss, but being stuffed by the lover in someone else's arms. In an instant, the elegance and beauty turned into despair. I thought that this time, I would be held in high esteem. When he turned around, he was already abandoned.
2. Spring Begonia
Like a gust of wind blowing up from the earth, the brightness of spring is held in your arms overnight, turning pink and full of temptation. , red is so red, as gorgeous as a meal. White Begonia is refined and elegant, while Yellow Begonia is so noble and plump. I just feel the fragrance, which is confusing.
3. Wheat
Dad’s June, the fields were golden, and rows of them rolled up from time to time, and I could smell the surging waves. The smell of wheat. It is the alluring heart that lurks when the wheat is blooming. It has no flamboyant colors, lacks beauty and beauty, but like my father, the brilliance shines out from the solemnity. Wheat is covered with long yellow, which is a mature power.
What I saw was a dazzling awn of wheat. Perhaps that was the expansion of the seeds when they entered the soil, passing through the layers of soil and standing on my father's broad shoulders. At a glance, it is a golden ocean. During my father's years, he grew vigorously like this, and the flowers bloomed and fell, which brought people a kind of yearning. The curved sickle was my father's curved back.
4. Three-leaf plum
Which painter accidentally threw the two colors of pink at will, so that you can bloom bright flowers on the red soil, and the wind and wind are fierce. The roadside is dyed red, and pink ambiguity creeps over the fence. Drought and barrenness, as long as there is soil, roots can take root anywhere. The wind is fierce and the rain is fierce, and the beauty is displayed as usual, just like a handful of red soil picked up casually.