Modern Poetry Describing Peony

Paeonia lactiflora, alias "Particao" and "Premier Hua Zhong", belongs to Acanthaceae, and Paeonia lactiflora is a perennial herb of Paeonia. Below I have compiled modern poems describing peony for your reference!

Peony Modern Poetry 1 Peony

When you bloom

I'm busy

Let your beauty get lost in

My hurried steps

If it weren't for that casual photo

How do I know your spring?

It's so red

It's amazing.

How many springs have I missed?

How many visits have I missed?

It's just a few steps

I am in your best season.

Be merciless to ...

Modern poetry describing peony 2 peony

She is a nobleman among flowers. I met her for the first time.

It was in my hometown garden, and her body was full of fragrance.

Full of shabby rooms and vast emptiness.

Every wisp of air is sweet, as if it had been rubbed in.

Linden sweetheart who just left. Then I saw it.

Her face: rosy and healthy.

Skin color, no shyness, she is wearing a suit.

The purple and green cheongsam swayed gracefully in the wind.

She likes the children of ants playing around her.

They make no secret of their love for sweets.

Modern Peony Poetry 3 Peony

1

All spring sleep is catnap.

I just want to make the shy' fallen flower' like nobody's business.

2

Peony, it's so slow

Shame powder can not be compared with peony, nor can it be combined with lotus floating life.

Only couches paved with peonies can be used to place silk, gauze handkerchief and fragrant fans.

This must be the end of spring. You must dream of your favorite teenager, with black hair, blue scarf and beautiful moustache. Borrow red peony to stop drunkenness and put your heart in the jade pot.

Even if it never comes back.

Dragonflies are weak and butterflies are lazy.

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Forgetting happens in summer.

Meiyu, unwilling to put down the most rigorous rhetoric, Lingnan is wet into a green abyss, dear, I am pregnant with precious dryness and can't move.

Some of them must be torrential, sauce purple, rouge, snow white, pink and petals.

I can only keep this small relic, and my soul lives in it.

Love has no form or form.

There is only a little seed left.

This is the fruit of Xie Jin's youth.

Finally, it is indestructible.

Modern poem 4 "Peony Blossoms" describes peony.

Living with your name in your mouth.

There is always a feeling of nowhere to go.

It seems that everything in sight is under a spell.

You are hidden in my heart, isolated from the world.

Occasionally hitting the wall means that you are still meditating here.

Know what you can't reach.

It is a story in the air.

When a leaf falls, it falls.

There is no trace left in the sky.

I hid it, preferring to live in the wind.

To this end, I constantly update myself.

Try to talk to you in gorgeous language.

In this way, you will feel how real the life of leaves is.

Day after day, we seem to have a body.

I don't know where I am.

Many seeds grow in the body.

In autumn, we become a tree together.

Bear nameless fruit and listen to the autumn wind

Whoever eats this fruit will become a flower.

This flower is called Paeonia lactiflora, also called "Cao Lili".

Charm your eyes with the wind until you cry.

Modern poem 5 "fairy peony" describes peony.

Peony is not medicine.

How to treat the funeral?

I put my best time

Put on the most luxurious clothes

Waiting for you in a strange place

Don't you see?

My scarlet dress

Just to attract as soon as possible

Your blue eyes

Oh, I'm so emotional.

A fiery poem

Does it burn your cowardice?

Then I'll change it into a pink one.

Change to another set of pure white ones

I accumulated 1000 pieces of moonlight.

Waiting for you in the old place

Peony is also medicine.

Enough to comfort the soul

A modern poem about peony 6 "I think of peony by the sea"

Imagination is a magical arrow.

Shoot into the magical distance.

Poetry is a pot of old wine.

Hollingdale will open it.

Let the world smell her.

Don't dye the fragrance of worldly dust.

I'm thinking about peony flowers by the sea.

In front of me, the morning glow is rippling

Red peony, pink peony, Bai Mudan

They are all fairies.

Turn the valley of the world

Dress up like heaven

I want to find a word to describe the thyme.

I found that none of them are her ever-changing faces.

I want to write a song to praise her beauty.

But there is no melody that matches her five-color account

Only running, only shouting.

Or tired, lying under the flowers and watching the blue sky.

Watch countless larks fly by.

Leave their sacred chorus behind.

My soul

And found a temporary settlement.

I'm thinking about peony flowers by the sea.

I'm already drunk.

It seems that countless peony flowers are coming towards me.

Catch my drunk.

It seems that there are thousands of poets from Qian Qian walking with me.

Let's get drunk and sing together

In the Hollingo Valley

Let a heart yearn for pure poetry

Find a Dojo to realize life