1. Poems about iris
Light Iris Text / The blue of October is light, and an iris blooms. Gently, exuding fresh fragrance. In the colorful summer, you smiled, not the charming sneer of the roses beside you, nor the generous beauty of the peonies. Your smile is bright and simple, like the sunny smile of a child in June. In harmony, the love for summer and the expectation for summer. However, in this season of pink and plum blossoms, only the shadow of a butterfly cares about the flowers and grass around you, but it does not pick up the mellow honey in you; the soft moonlight caresses the petals of the flowers beside you, but it only touches you. Left alone in the lonely night. On a cold and desolate morning, the round dewdrops, with a hint of weariness, dripped on your petite petals, turning into crystal and lonely tears. Iris, you also long for your own butterfly and the moon that touches your flowers. However, on that morning of tears, the cool breeze brought the desolate autumn, and the flowers fell, but I couldn't bear to see you withered, withered, and painfully buried in the autumn soil. If I were a butterfly, I would cruelly pluck you off and protect your bright smile forever; if I were the moon, I would burn you decisively and take away your pure fragrance, together with that lonely love, deeply Seal it and spread it in the everlasting soft moonlight. Perhaps this is an eternal, selfish fantasy of mine.
Irises
1 In the night, in the wind, on the edge of the rain,
I found five iris flowers, and I called them lovely.
Like a woman who once lay beside them
then woke up, got up, and walked away, her hair lingering on their sweet tongues
memory.
I really want to rip these petals off with my teeth.
I really want to study these hairy selves,
their beauty and indifference. They
have been holding their breath for a lifetime
open, open.
2
We are not lovers, brothers or sisters,
Though we wander hand in hand through the halls
Trembling as thoughts and desires
Extinguish, and in this dream of life,
In this sleep life, we die awake-
Purple turns to blue, turns
p>
Black, black - all this
is what an iris prays for,
When she prays, her destination.
2. Poems describing iris flowers
Not necessarily iris flowers, they only grow towards Shicheng.
Sincerely, the king’s eyes have feelings for everything he sees.
How I wished I could meet you
But I couldn’t
On such a desolate and silent sandbank
When the weather turns sunny< /p>
When the wind turns colder
All thoughts and movements gradually become slow
What kind of dusk will it be
And now Iris flowers are still blooming randomly
Here and there they are growing everywhere
Bravely showing her passion and her little heart to the world around her
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From pure white to blue and purple
It seems to be telling the story that I have longed for all my life
Please let the soul of the flower die before it leaves the branch
Let me stay temporarily
The transition of time from love to violence
The difference between such transitions is extremely subtle
It is also extremely sharp
Especially me once
How I wished I could meet you 3. Poems about Iris
Iris (Xi Murong)
Iris Flower
-----Please remain silent and never answer me again
I must eventually leave this soft and clear spring day with a slightly moist wind
The surrounding light is meticulous and painstakingly
presenting the world of all life processes
Even the smallest joy strives to expand
Prolong the peaceful happiness that you are savoring
as long as possible
The enigmatic distance from the starting point to the end point
is still unmeasurable
(This boundless loneliness, this necessary burden)
All the memories are not far away from me
Just when we walked together, the moss marks reflected in the silent forest
But there is an uncertain feeling. Even if
I find the appropriate words, I can no longer control it.
In the end, I am to you
p>Just like the deep purple iris in this spring
They will still betray each other in the end
(And now this extremely beautiful time will finally end) < /p>
Reference material: Xi Murong's Poetry Collection 4. Poems about iris
A touch of iris / October's blue is light, and an iris blooms.
Gently, exuding a fresh fragrance. In the colorful summer, you smiled, not with the charming sneer of the roses beside you, nor with the generous beauty of the peonies.
Your smile is bright and simple, like the sunny smile of a child in June. In harmony, the love for summer and the expectation for summer.
However, in this season of pink and plum blossoms, only the shadow of a butterfly looks at the flowers and grass around you, but it does not pick up the mellow honey on your body; the soft moonlight caresses the petals beside you. A flower with petals leaves you alone in the lonely night. On a cold and desolate morning, the round dewdrops, with a hint of weariness, dripped on your petite petals, turning into crystal and lonely tears.
Iris, you also long for your own butterfly and the moon that touches your flowers. However, on that morning of tears, the cool breeze brought the desolate autumn, and the flowers fell, but I couldn't bear to see you withered, withered, and painfully buried in the autumn soil.
If I were a butterfly, I would ruthlessly pluck you off and protect your bright smile forever; if I were the moon, I would decisively burn you and take away your pure fragrance, along with That lonely love is sealed deeply and spreads throughout the everlasting soft moonlight. Perhaps this is an eternal, selfish fantasy of mine.
Iris 1 At night, in the wind, on the edge of the rain, I found five iris flowers, and I called them lovely. Like the memory of a woman who, for a time, lay beside them for a while and then woke up, got up, and walked away, her hair lingering on their sweet tongues.
I really want to rip these petals off with my teeth. I really want to study these hairy selves, their beauty and indifference.
They have been holding their breath for a lifetime and open up. 2 We are not lovers, brothers or sisters, though we wander hand in hand through the halls trembling and stirring when thoughts and desires are extinguished, and in this dream of life, in this life of sleep, we die awake - purple turns to blue, turns to black , black - all this is what an iris prays for, when she prays for the destination. 5. Sentences describing the blooming of iris flowers
The iris flowers are large and graceful, very similar to lilies. But lilies have six petals, but people don't know that iris has only three petals, and the remaining three outer petals are sepals that protect the buds. It's just that the three petal-shaped sepals are so similar to flower petals that they are often confused with the real ones, making it difficult to identify them. Because Europeans often call iris "lily", many people think that France's national flower is lily.
Although they understand this, they have become accustomed to it and cannot change their ways.
, Hey! The flower buds that were still green yesterday turned red overnight, and the buds grew rapidly, which made me feel happy. ah! The half-purple and half-green bud has opened! They open about the size of a water bottle cap. There is a small bunch of light yellow stamens in the center of the flower, which is very beautiful. Like a beautiful butterfly, when a breeze blows, the butterfly dances gracefully.