Tulip Modern Poetry Part I: Tulip
It was drizzling last night, and the silence outside the window was wet.
The footsteps of dreams slide into the garden,
The rich tulips smell delicious.
Drunk star, forgot to be on duty.
The morning sunshine is full of graceful tulips.
Looking back gracefully, simple but elegant face.
Like a lake in May, it ripples in March.
Pick up the tulip's face and spread it through the media.
Surging whispers, open apricot leaves
Covered heart, cuckoo's throat
The sound of jumping out of the staff
The eye sockets of tulips are round.
Willow leaves floated over the eardrum, not waking the eyelids from a deep sleep.
In June, I like tulips.
Tang's concubine is not as good as three points.
A rocking goblet filled with purple glycol.
I wonder how many times the bees have drunk it.
Butterflies are covered in powder and stay with stamens for a long time.
Gently and attentively hold up the green leaves.
In the moment of tulip, the hillside was full of spring water.
Stars at midnight, bonfires in the Milky Way.
Flaming cherry lips, clouds rolling and clouds relaxing.
Modern Poetry of Tulip Part II: Tulip Farewell to Soil
Actually, it's far away.
Lonely tulips have been enjoyed.
The light she wants
One by one, she opened her heart.
But why, there are still traces of death.
Growing around her
Actually, it's very close.
This warm red soil has long been felt.
His indifference to sentimentality.
He divided his body grain by grain.
But what happened? There is still a little fragrance.
Immerse in his chest
Actually, I'm on the edge
That tall borage has been seen.
My favorite poem
I describe this desire word for word.
But why? There's another word.
I completely forgot about it.
In fact, you are at the center of this circle.
That colorless oil pastel has long been outlined.
The pattern of your world
You describe the fantasy bit by bit.
But what happened? There is still a hole.
You left it on it.
In fact, home can fly, in the middle of a sea of people.
Those occasional sentimentality have long been eroded away.
You and I know each other.
Scene after scene, we suddenly lost.
But look, there is another sight.
Attract you and my madness.
Modern Poetry of Tulip Part III: Tulip's Sorrow
It was the wind that took your thoughts away.
Or did the rain wash away your sadness
You stand on that land.
Seemingly sad but also happy.
Your nobility is the pride of the world.
What are you doing here?
You are the smile of the sun.
It is the foil of spirit.
When the season brings you.
It is destined to be followed endlessly.
You shouldn't be so melancholy.
Tulips are in my dream.
Please don't be sad.
When the seasons change,
I will wait by your side.
Modern Poetry of Tulip Part IV: Deep purple Tulip
In a dream
Your brow is slightly furrowed.
Waiting for a tune
Or a mother's hand
awake
Still smooth
Childish laughter is flowing.
You listen quietly
Deep purple family rules
Is it too depressing?
What time is the yolk?
Such as childlike innocence
Spring is coming
You're still by the window.
What are you hesitating about?
Wan Yan's plexus
Deep purple tulip
A shy little girl