Modern poems about flowers and plants

(1) Autumn is fading, and the season of winter jasmine has long turned into the feathers of butterflies, leaving only a golden camel bell. Because of my obsession with the immortal legend of Loulan, I have forgotten the cycle of seasons. (2) A flower leaf rests on the yellow beam, not worried about the mortgage, not worried about the price, calm as a pool of clear water, in this life I only hope for the light rain on the sky street, so I just turned around, not even bothering to say goodbye. (3) Don’t be eager to move because of the flowers blooming, and don’t stop talking about the flowers falling. The whispers of Chinese Valentine’s Day are like clouds of smoke. In the next life, I would like to offer lotus flowers to the sound of wooden fish. (4) The beauty of cineraria makes me think, and the fragrance makes me intoxicated. I am quiet. In the sadness of longing, I am wandering, I am lonely, and I work hard to recall the love flower.

(5) Pushing open the small window of the bedroom, a branch of winter jasmine stretched into my small house. The blooming jasmine flowers are like golden suns, making my heart shine with spring. (6) There is a small flower floating in the pond. The wind has become cold, blowing the soft water surface hard. The hard water surface is like a big mirror. (7) I am a lonely red chrysanthemum. It blooms in obscurity on this crisp autumn day. My heart is so high. No matter how cold, how lonely, how empty, I am a colorful flower.

(8) That year, the sweet-scented osmanthus was fragrant, with a sweetness and a taste like first love. That year, in order to meet you, I wandered on that familiar trail many times. Just for you to look at me one more time. (9) When the pear blossoms bloom in midsummer, will you lean on the window sill and miss me again? The night breeze will create a ripple on this cold and desolate lake. (10) The lotus is a flower. The lotus blooms in a very wide pond. The lotus is white and clean, and the lotus is full of water. The lotus's friend is not only the lotus, but also the lotus.