Hot and cold don't match, still happy in the sun.
Nobody said anything about me.
I said I looked like that bunch of flowers.
Spend winter and summer quietly.
The soil under the roots is black and oily.
In contrast to the surrounding green plants,
I was born here, I died here,
I can't go, but,
Watch the passage, touch and fly.
Inexplicable thoughts and sadness
Instead, it is more prosperous.
Miss freedom and yearn for freedom to walk.
Flying catkins fall on petals from time to time,
Go with the flow of human feelings, why refuse the residual flowers?
Just afraid
My dullness ruined its flight.
That piece of soil—
My little continent,
My whole world,
Accompany, never give up,
You are pure dirt,
I am Black Bud,
A thousand words
Into my slender stems and leaves
The cracks in the leaves are mottled and staggered,
It's just lines in my head.
My depression is bitter.
Invasion of loose soil
I'm sorry
My best friend is in trouble.
The last time I
Answer you
Is to make bacteria and sediments with you,
Who can tell that there was a relationship between them?
Flower Modern Poetry 2 My Love, do you know? Last night, you fell asleep quietly,
The peach blossom pecked by the bird in the dream returned to the branches.
A tree is graceful and a peach is fragrant and pink.
The moonlight in my dream is very white and bright, like the brocade I am embroidering.
I want to draw a wisp of breeze as my embroidery thread to embroider peach blossoms.
Every petal hides my thoughts of you,
Oh, count, how many petals can a peach blossom full of trees have?
My love, you know? Last night, seven green hairs were plucked as strings.
Do you hear a string of music flowing gently through your fingertips? It was sad and sad, and it all screwed up in the end.
My love, there is a soft Yun Ni in my dream. I secretly cut a paragraph. I want to be a wing of Shuang Meng and fly to your side quietly.
I will gently and softly lean on your half sofa and let you sleep with my only warmth.
There is no smoke in the dream, no distance, only gentle me and spoony you.
My love, if the morning glow wakes you up, I have left in my dream. Oh, don't worry.
The petals on your pillow are the traces of my visit, and the dew rolling in the grass in front of your door is the tears I shed when I look back frequently.
Will my love miss me? In the moonlight, in the chord, in the Yun Ni, in a petal, in a drop of dew.
Flower Modern Poetry 3 Camptotheca acuminata and big flowers floating in October Sky.
Pink skirts are associated with haze.
She fell in love with the delicate willow.
She fell in love with a scholar-like willow.
Willow in autumn has lost its vitality.
She is still pestering Liu.
They said they would never be apart.
It was acacia in May.
In may, the willows are full of acacia.
Chinese trumpet creeper
Just a woman who misses her in a dream.
Her paintings and calligraphy.
Dotted with the gentleness of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Her shadow is as clear as red-violet
The person she loves will never know what she thinks.
She wrote all her love in poetry.
Ling Xiaohua fell in love with the delicate willow.
She fell in love with a scholar-like willow.
Ling Xiaohua climbed to Bixiao.
Immersed in the tender feelings like clouds.
She just wants to make pink clouds in Bixiao.
I don't want to be bothered by dust any more.
The troubles of Chen Fan's affectionate son
A happy tree is as weak as a scholar.
Grow old together.
Weak willow is a scholar who doesn't understand amorous feelings.
He fluttered in the breeze.
Just for a smile?
Flower modern poem 4 gently walks into your hazy silence,
Listen attentively to the sound of nature.
The breeze brushed the cool cheeks of March,
Left this precious landscape and pastoral picture.
Smelling the faint flowers, walking like this,
I saw it! I saw it!
A very magical kingdom.
Soldiers in green armor and yellow hats.
Standing in a neat square,
What a sacred military parade!
Like a girl with a golden crown and a green skirt.
Have classic movements,
What beautiful dance music!
Looking at the beautiful mountains in the distance,
Maybe this is the farthest distance for you.
Rape wow, rape wow.
How I wish I could be a tree beside you,
Spend the most prosperous time with you.
So stand forever,
Stand up as a touching southern song.
Even if you're dying,
I still protect this land,
The land I love,
The land you love,
The land we all love.
Flower modern poetry 5 winds, is that you?
You are driving the chariot of time.
Walk slowly towards me.
Make an appointment for a feast of the soul.
When your steps are no longer near.
I heard your gentle voice.
* *
The wind, you know?
I'm standing right next to you
As long as you gently open your arms.
White reed flower
Will fall in your palm.
That's my soul that never leaves my body!
* *
Wind, I don't want to face you far away.
I don't want the sadness left by that blood.
I want to snuggle up to you safely and quietly.
Let the residual red moonlight devour our faces.
Let the tears of missing blur our sight.
* *
The wind, you must remember.
In the season of reed flowers flying
When you made my wedding dress
You should remember my warm smile.
What this life is like.
* *
Feng, I will wait for you.
You are my destiny takes a hand's love.
Even you and I have been through many years.
I also want to walk on the edge of the world of mortals.
Stand on the ink book you wrote for me.
Cry for you
Draw the curtains for you
* *
waiting for your arrival
glance over
A scroll without a trace of dust.
Until I was fascinated by it
The sun and the moon are dim
Flower modern poem 6 independent spring crossing, gently turning over.
Lost despair is like your back drifting away.
Looking for a thin page of poetry
The sunshine behind him is shallow and warm.
The cold of yesterday winter was scorched.
Began to melt
The shining river flows under your feet.
Take the boat home.
The river runs back and forth.
Sing the songs of my hometown
Listen carefully and you can hear a string of girls' lovesickness.
A peach blossom is waiting anxiously at the entrance of the village.
Pay attention to the entrance to the village
The thick spring masked the desolation of last year.
Misty rain, green grass and falling flowers extend to more time.
Yi Shu Tao Hua
How's it going?
Appear in front of my eyes
Fall into a melancholy poem
Became the protagonist of the poem.
Much like a portrait of a woman.
Unfortunately, I didn't know it was you.
Just when I turned around inadvertently.
The wind blew through my eyes, facing a peach blossom.
Occupy my empty heart
Never left again.
I am like the wind, giving a kiss to a peach blossom.
You, like a girl at a loss.
Suddenly tasted the taste of kissing.
A tree blushes with time.
Long-cherished tears, quietly shed.
Leave a uniform and round spring.
A poetically soft figure ...
Last night, I was lying on my desk, coughing up blood with red candle.
Spit out a peach blossom
In spring, a lipstick began to flood.
Flower modern poetry 7 hazy
It's still raining in Mao Mao
I am familiar with it.
Far mountain near water
in a flash
Into pieces.
Continuous shooting's splash-ink painting
Effect of water steaming
Stereoscopic reflection
Like fog
Like a sauna
Put the world's
Dust washing
From a distance
Fire cloud
In the blue gauze curtain
Ren weiyou
Wave to me again and again.
In my bright eyes
Infinite amplification
I stamped my foot and looked carefully.
Burning red dot
I'm close again.
It turned out to be
Charming roses
in the rain
There has never been a surprise.
Let the fragrance of roses
Diffuse the whole body
Despite the oblique wind and rain
Spray on the face
I'm not a painter.
I really want to paint beautiful scenery.
I am not a photographer.
I really want to freeze her beauty.
Hate that I'm not prince charming
Unable to infer
pleochroic
An ecstatic story
I hate myself for being just a passer-by.
But I can't knit.
Fairy tales full of dreams
Is it rain or tears?
Can no longer tell
Although it is close at hand.
But it's far away.
I'm still staring
Her elegant posture.
Noble temperament
Become frivolous and unruly
Sometimes I can't get rid of it.
Sometimes it makes my heart beat.
Fiery petals
Immerse yourself in a raging passion
Lightning interweaving
Produced a dazzling spark.
The maiden and the beast
Touched the gods
I finally got it.
Music box sounds of nature
Break free from the bondage of darkness
Shoot the sword of Cupid.
ah
The rose in my heart
ah
Mona Lisa in my eyes
Spend 8 days snowing in modern poetry.
I melt in the snow all over the sky
My heart is exposed to the snow.
Listen quietly to the sound of falling snow.
When you whisper in my ear
Wind chimes are very pleasant.
The inner passion is covered by the ruthless snowflakes in the cold winter.
I waited hard.
Like grass dormant under the snow
Endure the suffering of winter and wait for spring.
I'm sure it won't be long.
I firmly believe that there will be an intersection ahead.
But I still got lost in the snow at night.
I'm at the crossroads again.
Throw away many things such as helplessness, passion and fatigue.
Like snowflakes melting slowly.
But memory can't melt.
I'm choosing left or right.
Where is my home?
The red light is counting down
I want to turn around.
But I know how to get there anyway.
The road is under your feet.
I only have one direction.
This is a forward development.
It doesn't matter how to get there.
What matters is where I'm going.
Have the courage to live in memory.
But in the chaos, the memory was precipitated.
White earth
I laugh at heaven.
Look at life with a smile
No more seas run dry and rocks crumble.
The courage of vows of eternal love:
I don't know how many unresolved grievances there are.
How many unfinished feelings are there?
How much romantic desolation is there?
No matter how thick the snow is.
Will eventually be melted by the sun.
No matter how beautiful the dream is.
Will eventually return to reality.
Standing in the snow
I brought an umbrella.
Can you borrow some snow from your head?
Feel the peace and warmth of life in silence.
Let fresh air penetrate my chest.
Let the once withered passion begin to recover.
The warm current surging in my heart slowly soothes my pain.
Through the cold wind
Through the snowflakes
The days when I saw the snow were no longer cold.
Open your arms gently.
Facing the rising sun
Embrace this white and flawless world:
-I want to keep the snowflakes on your head as a collection.
Flower modern poetry 9 a curtain of thought and thought
Yimou Jian Peijun Feng
Huaiyi romantic
Naughty dream
Whether it's your time or not.
Are condensed into beautiful scenery.
In the days when you come or not.
It is also the beautiful soft wind in my thoughts.
Zeng Wanshui and Qian Shan
But the wind is light and the clouds are light.
After all, we are separated by a city of missing.
A Lonely Sky
There is still a fireworks smile.
Bedside awakening
But I have a dream wet with tears.
The end of the sea is still the sea.
There is only wind at the end of the mountain.
When you whip.
It's not just white horses that are dusty.
A night of fireworks and laughter.
The back of wind and rain.
Flower modern poetry 10 autumn wind rises
A woman is pregnant with a lotus heart.
Lotus in my heart
It's too late to drive to people's hearts
Caution and admirable tenacity.
Refuse to give up and miss.
Be brave and firm in your beliefs.
Opened a jade-clean ice-clear, graceful jade-like appearance.
I have to be surprised at your beauty.
I have to be surprised at your beauty.
I admire your elegance.
I worship your nobility.
You are so elusive.
But you were there.
Swaying posture, smiling like a flower, intoxicating.
I stayed on the foggy lake embankment and caressed you.
I hope that time will freeze from now on, and I don't want to leave.
Maybe this moment is a previous life. I prayed to heaven countless times.
To enhance this love.
In exchange for your arrival, it will create a thrilling beauty.
Maybe I waited too long.
How can I be silent? How can I control myself?
I am eager to renew my past love with you and continue to write this life agreement.
I can't help dreaming.
Kissed you gently ...
Tears are falling from my eyes at the moment.
Fall on your elegant and elegant flowers.
You shouldn't just remember my kiss.
Can you feel the cold tears?
Did it touch your heart?
Lian' alian
How can I love you?
I want to take you away, because I don't want to pass you by.
I can't take you away because you are on a mission.
You want to bloom in this secular quagmire
Elegant opening and indifferent ending
You must show your Excellence.
I didn't turn around, just stayed in the dark.
Those thoughts are in my heart.
Long-term neither greed nor resentment.
When your petals fall
Pick up a lotus seed and plant it in my heart.
From then on, there is only one you in my heart.