Poems about plants Modern poems are as follows:
Wind has never had the concept of time and discipline. Unknown plants play the other side of the wind. It comes out of people's consciousness anytime and anywhere. In the dark, today it stands in the middle of the road. Like the wronged Sargam, with long hair and beating his chest. Like a drunken man holding a shadow and swaying. Allow the unscrupulous ravages and tenderness of nature.
how much do we know and understand the favor of nature? Who doesn't know his name and context. There are many unknown things in the wonderful world. However, there is such a real and endless existence of … unknown plants, and today it protests silently. How to shout at the top of your lungs? Accompanied by pain, confusion, dull voice at heart.
Watching the crystal clear for thousands of years, mortar flows out … not for anyone to hear, not for anyone to hear, let the echo. Shout out the heartfelt words of a grass to the fullest. Shout out a love that has penetrated the branches and leaves through vicissitudes of life! Shout out to walk through thousands of waters and find your own love in Qian Shan! I remember its dancing figure and resolute face. The purple awl with thousands of branches marks the milky stamens.
Summer is that towel gourd seedling. Under the sunshine, let that wall become a green waterfall. Summer is that bean field, right? Under the sunshine, let that land become a green pond. Oh, the bean seedling like a little fish is flickering in it. It's the lotus leaf in summer. Under the sunshine, let the pond become a dark green night sky.