Modern poems describing plants
2017-11-06 Poetry
Modern poetry is free in form and rich in connotation, and image management is more important than rhetoric application, which completely breaks through the characteristics of ancient poetry, such as "gentle and sincere, sad but not complaining" Bian Xiao has collected modern poems describing plants. Welcome to read them.
Modern poems describing plants I
Being a plant is much simpler than being a human being.
Feel the sunshine and rain.
You just need to figure out how to grow up all day.
No one is hypocritical and sophisticated.
If I had to choose, rice would be the first choice.
Accept the care of farmers
From sowing to fertilization, from pest control to harvest.
The process of life is simple.
Always associated with care or respect.
You can also make flowering and fruiting trees
Sincerity from the soul, accepting expectations and blessings.
Even if it is a grass, there are countless grass.
From bright green to yellow, you don't have to walk on the earth.
The winding path bypasses the unpredictable trap.
Look, how free it is to be a plant.
More casual, relaxed and happy than people today.
Modern Plant Poetry II
When you are sad, take a look at the plants you put on the windowsill.
I often feel that people without love like me are lonely and helpless.
Originally, they were a good couple who could get along day and night.
You don't deserve a word that separates the world from the world of mortals.
I can't stop you from talking.
I don't even care if I beg you.
I often cry late at night.
I am heartbroken, and I miss your pain.
When you are tired, look at the plants you left on the windowsill.
The green leaves exude fresh fragrance and are hung with morning dew.
Being careful is like watching you take good care of me.
You are not suitable for me. I was in pain and my tears dried up.
I can't keep you from crying.
I don't even care if I beg you.
I often cry late at night.
Dream back to the pain you gave at midnight
Modern plant poems 3
The wind will never have a sense of time and discipline.
Unknown plants play with the other side of the wind.
Come out of people's consciousness anytime and anywhere.
In the dark, today it stands in the middle of the road.
Like Sargam who was wronged, he had long hair and beat his chest.
Staggering like a drunk holding a shadow.
Allow the wanton ravages and gentleness of nature.
How much do we know and understand the grace of nature?
Who doesn't know his name and background?
How many unknowns are there in the wonderful world?
Is so real and endless. ...
Unknown plant, today it silently protested.
How to shout at the top of your lungs?
Accompanied by pain, confusion, dull voice in my heart.
Watching the crystal clear mortar flow out for thousands of years. ...
Don't listen to anyone, don't listen to anyone, let the echo.
Shout out the heartfelt words of a grass.
Shout out a love that goes through vicissitudes and leaves!
Shout out, walk through Qian Shan and find your own love in Qian Shan!
I remember its swaying figure and determined face-
A purple cone with thousands of branches marks milky white stamens.
Modern Plant Poetry IV
I am in the autumn rain
Take off those who travel through spring and summer.
Green luggage
Walking naked into the sky
Let out a roar
Listen to that roar
Into the mountains and plains
The howling wind in the forest
I carry fruit on my back.
Like everyone else.
Like a proud farmer
Show off one's achievements
I shake my body.
Because of the fragrance and sweetness
I'm already drunk.
I didn't say anything.
Standing in a sunny rice field
Wait for someone to collect it
The wealth that heals everything.
And then put the mutilated body
Enter the soil
De Nuris
A bumper harvest in the coming year
I think in the autumn wind
Bloom the strongest flowers.
And then in this fragrant ocean
Become a hazy Tang Hua.
Become a lingering
That?
Golden homesickness