Modern Poetry of Jasmine 1 That pot of jasmine is in bloom.
Jasmine blossoms,
Quietly open in the sun, on the balcony.
Women come and stand for a while every day,
In a daze, thinking,
Water and fertilize occasionally.
More often, stay in the room.
The man hid in the closet on her wall.
Several times, I tried to move the flowers into the room.
In this way, the sunshine outside shines in,
Warm, yellow, soft,
Warm and beautiful. only
The shadow in the closet will die immediately.
She sighed and went in again.
Close the door.
Narcissus on the table
Every night,
The pot of daffodils on the table began to blossom.
A year ago, two years ago, five years ago,
Even thirty years ago, forty years ago.
That town, that village, that river.
Those streams are pure and fragrant.
That village is simple and has the flavor of nursery rhymes.
In a small town surrounded by mountains,
A street paved with bluestone slabs,
He held her carefully in his hand.
Step by step along the river.
Along the way,
She opens and thanks, thanks and opens.
She doesn't know, she is his Jianghu,
He doesn't know that she is old.
They are very much like the exquisite porcelain on the Silk Road.
Wandering in your own imagination.
Modern Poetry of Jasmine 2 Jasmine Blossom
I don't know that morning, the sky just opened its sleeping eyes.
A small jasmine flower shyly bloomed its beautiful face on the branch.
The overflowing fragrance made Jasmine proudly release her short life.
The breeze came for a long time, but it didn't take away the proud jasmine after all.
Light rain comes from love and can only go away in tears.
The sunshine is warm and shining on the beautiful jasmine. Why are you standing on the branch so stubbornly?
Maybe you missed the breeze, light rain and your life.
Jasmine is smiling, and its little trouble is how the sun can understand it.
One day, two days, three days, the fragrance of jasmine gradually withered in hopeless waiting.
Always accompanied by the green leaves of jasmine, silently watching the sadness of jasmine.
Watching it wither and end with sadness.
The green leaves beat sadly against the branches,
The branches are silent, every time.
Jasmine is reluctant to hold the branches, trying to wait for the final wait.
The branches were still unfeeling, and the jasmine fell to the ground alone.
The earth hugged Molly's little body: "Molly, have you waited for the love you had to wait for in your last life?"
Molly looked at the earth: "If my love is destined to be a kind of waiting, then I will wait in the afterlife."
The earth buried jasmine's small body. It looked up at the branches and never understood why the beautiful jasmine could not stay on the branches.
The breeze came with a light rain, because Molly left, it tore at the branches angrily.
The branch swayed alone in the wind and rain, only to see its ruthlessness.
Only the root, it knows that the branches are guarding the jasmine,
You know, the life of a branch is waiting for jasmine.
But fate, let the branches and jasmine meet only in an instant.
Maybe meeting is a kind of beauty, maybe meeting is a kind of sadness,
But can you see the love between the branches and the jasmine?
One kind of acacia, two places of leisure, if life is like the first time, how good it would be!
There is a kind of love, not that you can't give, but that you can't afford it.
Modern Poetry of Jasmine 3 Jasmine Blossom
Drunk in the street without you
The rustling wind and my conversation
A drunken laugh
Smell the intoxicating flowers.
Hit with incense
A touch of jasmine kisses you.
I have a puzzling illusion.
Did you come-
Fall askew on
The old place where you and I met
Drink and be open-minded
Put on the white scarf
Your place in tear drops.
My broken heart remembers that scene.
Unforgettable sadness of broken bridge
Drunk, asleep-
In the dream, a woman stood.
Standing among jasmine flowers
These flowers are full of my dreams.
Slight tears wet my white robe.
I got drunk and met you in my dream.
Tremble like a miracle
Beautiful you are also dressed in white.
The skirt fluttered like a jade girl in the sky.
If the flowers are full of me.
Raise a glass and shout my love to the sky.
Never want to wake up.
Fall where the flowers are in full bloom
Your tears dilute the fragrance.
The white scarf slipped.
Slide down to the place where you cry
Pick it up gently.
Let it gently stick to my neck.
Kiss the scarf with your lips.
Taste your tears
Slightly fragrant and bitter
Jasmine blooms where you and I meet.
But you're not here.
I'm the only one here
Embrace the flowers.
It's like holding you and dancing.
Drunk in the cold wind
Hold the flowers in your arms.
Without you spinning and dancing in the street
I'm loaded. Really drunk.
Drunk where you and I met.
I bumped into jasmine fragrance.
See you in white.
Like a jade girl floating from heaven.
Raise a glass and call you to heaven.
Call for my love
Your tears watered the blooming jasmine.
With you, I am full of flowers.
I'm drunk.
Where you and I met.
The soul is broken in the dim light.
Hmm. How interesting
dear
I was drunk-
Drunk where you and I met.
With your floral fragrance-
Modern Poetry of Jasmine —— Four Notes of Jasmine
Make fun of the melody in your heart and outline the buried heart.
Turn all my ideas into songs,
This music adds color to the world,
Whenever I want to sing to you, you always laugh at my tone-deaf.
I can't play the piano or guitar, but I still want you to know:
You can express your feelings only with your fingertips and mouse!
Who says you can't express your feelings on the computer?
Now welcome your smile with this song.
It's hard to forget the past, but it's past experience.
No photos, no letters, dreamlike memories.
Touching, sad and solid words.
Make fun of lost youth,
Draw the outline of the tears shed,
Compose all my ideas into songs,
Even if the words don't convey the meaning, even if they don't understand the rhyme,
You can also play with your own destiny!
I believe one day it will belong to you and me.
To write the music score of the future,
Make fun of the melody in your heart, even if the lyrics don't convey the meaning, even if you don't know the rhyme.
Draw the outline of the buried heart, and you can also play your own destiny.
Crash, who says you can't express your feelings on the computer? I firmly believe that one day it will, and it will belong to you and me.
Now, use this jasmine flower to make your smile compose the music score of the future. ...