Short poems about flowers and modern poems are as follows:
1. "Wild Chrysanthemum" Author: Zhang Yanjun
Crush a pool of autumn frost into ink, and the October sunshine, It outlines the appearance of lovesickness, seasonal appointments, mail delivery, and a three-hundred-day wind and rain journey. Youth watches into the golden autumn, recalling the lingering fragrance of the sleeves, the wind kisses the setting sun, and the valley echoes the southern Hunan tune.
A wisp of misty clouds, harvest, and dots of golden hills where dreams wander freely, love is sealed with ice and snow, and the bottleneck is silence. Hold on to the warmth of the branches, rely on each other in the withering and prospering, wait for the fire from the sky to burn out the sad autumn, and listen to the thunder as the trumpet of the green east wind.
2. "Qili Xiang" Author: Xi Murong
The stream is eager to flow to the ocean, but the waves are eager to return to the land. In front of the fence of green trees and white flowers, they waved goodbye so easily , but after twenty years of vicissitudes, our souls come back every night, and when the breeze blows, they turn into the fragrance of the garden.
3. "A Plum Blossom" Author: Qiao Zi
A plum blossom blooms in the pure white snow, the north wind is bleak, a plum blossom blooms in the blurred night. The cold light is like a strange flower in the vastness, a new bud in tears, a plum blossom, a picture.
4. "A Flowering Tree" Author: Xi Murong
How to let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I have prayed five times before the Buddha. After a hundred years, I begged him to let us have a mortal relationship. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing on the roadside that you must pass by. It bloomed carefully under the sun, and each one was my hope in the previous life.
When you come closer, please listen carefully. The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting. And when you finally walked by indifferently, what fell on the ground behind you, my friend, were not flower petals, but my withered heart.
5. "Iris, Iris" Author: Zou Jun
Walking through the alley in the early morning, I saw someone smiling in the corner. She has a purple melancholy face and a clean enchantment. Not daring to disturb the tranquility, my steps became very light. Looking back from a distance, Yiren is still standing in the dew.