A modern poem about spring flowers 1 has blossomed,
It began to thank again.
The flowers have withered,
It's growing again.
The flowers are smiling,
Tao drunk my heart.
Since then,
The flower quilt was picked,
The flowers have withered forever,
Profound,
It broke my heart.
Modern Poetry of Spring Flowers II. I said you are an April day on earth;
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's light, that's elegant, and you are,
Bright and colorful. You wear a crown,
In your naive and serious way
You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
You are as tender as a bud.
How subtle! Long live!
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope.
You are the April day on earth!
A modern poem about spring flowers 3.
Tick tock tick tock
Run down from a very high place
Like a long-haired girl shawl and a black waterfall.
Grasp the time firmly
That's why I became
Lost in the rain
A dizzy elf
I can't tell who it is.
That's really unstoppable.
desire
Raindrops are flying in the air.
Floating slowly on the ground
Gather strength from ...
Untouched clouds
Silent infiltration
My open chest
So my breasts fluctuate.
Stir up ripples
Flapping on the rocks of feelings
Wave after wave of breathing.
Moisten each other