The following is a modern poem about osmanthus:
"The Fragrance of Osmanthus"
Before the Mid-Autumn Festival is about to arrive, the weather slowly changes from waning to rounding, which makes me miss you. It emits an almost seamless fragrance one after another
In the sweet-scented osmanthus forest, I have hoopoe like a phoenix and ants like a strong man
There are grasses like flames and rivers like the distance - just one, - a lump. Tuo, - clusters, - Dao Dao
Echoing the inside and outside of autumn in my body, I extract the fragrance of my hands from the crushed petals
Apply the air and shadow on the thin cheeks of time They all stated that they have never seen the braid from twenty years ago again
I am not alone in the girl wrapped around my fingertips because there are many people like me, traveling in the sun and shadow
There is some joy in between, too vulgar, some sadness, too artificial
Some wind, but not in the west building
Some pain, only adding insult to injury I am different from them, I am in the haze Don’t forget to breathe freely. I have good handwriting
I can write "The Crane Inscription". I can view multiple buildings. I can Ode to Shimen. I can write poems for Osmanthus
Please filter the moon. Mirrored film photography ruthlessly subtracts and subtracts, but it prevents Wu Gang's ax from redeeming each one
Every leaf is like cherishing the osmanthus head oil, nature is the order of mankind, osmanthus is not noble
But not vulgar