A modern poem describing flowers 1 a winter jasmine in full bloom in autumn
Autumn is fading away.
The season of winter jasmine
It has already become a butterfly feather.
There is only one golden camel bell.
Because I am obsessed with the immortal legend of Loulan.
Forget the cycle of seasons.
Avoid a glimpse of the beautiful eyes of the flower god.
Blooming among the lush branches and leaves of the Spring Festival.
Jump, shine, surprise
A reed flute comes from the south of the sea of clouds.
Holding the ribbon of the daughter country
Sanskrit sings in autumn leaves and hedges.
Modern Flower Poems 2 Small Snails on Mosaic
So closed.
A heart lock shields the past from the past.
So settle down.
A mosaic pillow with a yellow beam.
Don't worry about the mortgage
Don't worry about the price
Calm as a pool of clear water
In this life, I only hope that the rain will be crisp.
Just turned around.
Don't bother to say goodbye
So I left.
A season's mind disappears under the bodhi.
Don't long for flowers to bloom.
Don't stop talking about falling flowers.
Tanabata whispers like a cloud.
In the afterlife, I would like to offer lotus flowers in the sound of wooden fish.
Modern Flower Poems 3 Morning glory at the foot of the mountain
Look up at the stars and listen to cicadas.
An impulse to sing can't be controlled.
With charm and rain and dew
Always failed the climbing stones and stairs.
He is a fallen star.
Rooted in the glittering green sunflower garden
Jianjia has moved away from Iraqis.
The heavy rut of the ancient road stung his fragile heart.
She is a grass beside the road.
Germinate in the cracks of slate moss
Nobody built a fence.
Infinite loneliness melts in colorful reverie.
Sweet whispers under the grape trellis
A pool of autumn water has blown away the loneliness of a season.
Holding the sorrow of not having cows.
Be a wordless person who is widely advertised.
A modern poem 4 "Rose" describing flowers
Once a month.
Just relax.
Refresh the life record
Don't ask about spring.
Regardless of the autumn heart
Na ri Hua kai
Comparable to national beauty and fragrance
Today's flowers have withered.
Yu Yun village store
Luffa stood beside it.
Climb the green vine
I just made a painting full of artistic conception.
Complex and simple
Welcome the old and the new
Life is endless in samsara
Month after month.
Modern poem 5 "Morning Glory" describes flowers.
May belongs to morning glory.
Morning glory warms the passion of May.
There is only one kind of morning glory in my hometown.
Elegant pink and white lining
Light a touch of carmine gently.
Trumpet buds are like pleated skirts that are not opened.
Just wait for the wind to blow at dawn
Stretch.
A thin vine
Hug the dead branches tightly.
Seems to be mourning.
It seems to be awake.
I have been trying to crawl.
In fact, life is like this at the beginning.