Modern poetry praising flowers ...

Sakura poem

Pink face

With a little laziness

Get up in early spring and March.

I've been dressing up.

Colour your lips red.

Wandering Chun Qing overflows Mount Fuji.

Overflow in the land of the prosperous Tang Dynasty

There is enchanting in charm.

Blooming with a warm smile

This Japanese woman in red

Sing along with Yang Yuhuan's crooning.

In China's ink painting.

Dancing sleeves

A transparent woman in the wind

Wandering on the staff of March

Careless games

Swing the spring into a swing

A bee butterfly is called to collect flowers and make honey.

She hid in the gap between the branches and leaves.

Give a naughty wink.

Interpret the story of the series.

How many boys and girls fall in love with spring?

Wandering in a pink dream

Take care of spring breeze and Mao Mao rain.

Let the park rejuvenate overnight.

A stone road covered with petals

It takes a whole adolescence to clean up.

The transient fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Wake up in your good memories.

You have a cold, and you still have a fever after it.

Lyric lips burn and bubble.

The soft body fell from the branch.

Wake up from the moment it turns to dust.

Tragedy stems from shallowness.

Spring breeze in March

Can cut out green silk tapestries

You can also cut powder dreams.

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A petal (Tomb-Sweeping Day)

A petal

In the morning, it slipped from my eyes.

I can't figure it out

Why is it so calm?

Even in the face of a person who loves flowers

It's getting old

The gardener saluted the rough flower.

Trying to prove

Maybe I was wrong, too.

Is it a flower?

Don't! It is just a petal.

The petals are all dead

Today is Memorial Day.

Calm, slipping from my eyes.

When the sun comes out.

You must pay attention to the mother of petals.

Look! How clever she is.

It seems that this sad day and dead petals

What about her

It has nothing to do with this.