Chapter 1: A poem about wild chrysanthemums, the wild chrysanthemums are in bloom.
When the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum
Take me into an old childhood story.
dear ...
Do you remember?
That little bride is like the wild chrysanthemum in those days.
You put it on her yourself.
Rings and crowns woven by wild chrysanthemums
A newly married couple
On the grass covered with wild chrysanthemums
Worship heaven and earth, worship Gaotang.
The little bride opened her toothless mouth.
Laugh so hard that it's called a brilliant.
Shy with the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum.
You may have forgotten.
That's a bidding agreement.
But you know what?
Your little bride
-She has a dream in her heart.
Chapter 2: Wild Chrysanthemum Poems You put autumn wind and light
Bloom in remote places
Golden beam of light
Spread all over barren soil
No prosperity
No praise
Without the protection of poets.
No eyes to pick your fragrance.
You have a burning fire
Release the simple life.
The wind in the rain
You still stand up straight.
You are my hometown far away from home.
You are my disappearing dream.
You are the local accent I miss.
You are the ideal port for my sailing.
You are full of resilience.
You are teetering with joy.
You interpret happiness.
You sing freely.
Your song echoed in my tossing and turning steps.
I smiled gently in my lost dream.
Your figure is floating in the blue sky where I am flying.
I walk with your poems in my poems.
Wild chrysanthemum
You smile indifferently in the autumn wind.
Like the voices and smiles of parents all over the world.
Sealed in the hearts of vagrants
Chapter three: Poems about wild chrysanthemums when the world was still alive.
Trembling in the cold spring.
I shook off the cold soil.
Awakening and budding
wind
Come gently
Brought the news of spring
rain
Have not forgotten
Smooth the branches that I have curled up for a winter.
I started a romantic journey.
The wind in the wilderness attacked me.
Lightning and rain washed me away.
Bathe in the sun during the day
Spend the night with the stars and the moon.
Wind, frost, rain and snow have been given.
Mine is simple.
Don't ask me.
Why not join the spring when flowers are in full bloom?
Just because it's colorful and flashy.
Too busy.
I have my own pursuit.
I know
Bleak autumn wind and bleak autumn rain
It will destroy the exquisiteness and splendor.
When the flowers fade.
Cold and lonely late autumn
It needs flowers and incense more.
Years have settled in my heart.
Makes me indifferent.
In the cold season
I opened it quietly.
It has nothing to do with spring flowers and autumn moon
Thanks, and then drive.
flight of time
time period
I'm still
Wild chrysanthemums all over the mountains
Chapter Four: Poems about Wild Chrysanthemum A hurricane is like a divine light.
Crossing the rainbow after rain
Plunder the elegance of the earth
Hurricane, like a fierce soldier.
Run away in the dark
Escort distant warships
Hurricane, like an old farmer.
Crossing terraces
Spread wishes for the coming year
Wild chrysanthemum by the lake
Swaying for a hundred years
That's grandma's affection.
The walls of residual leakage.
Moss full of anxiety
That's grandpa's blessing
The lonely fisherman seemed to hear it.
The restless voices on the earth are screaming.
It's a seedling buried deep in spring.
I can't imagine.
The Colosseum in ancient Rome needs to be rebuilt.
Pompeii needs reconstruction.
Angkor Wat in Cambodia needs to be rebuilt.
Mayan cultural sites need to be rebuilt.
It's like you can't imagine
Chrysanthemum fragrance on the lake
A window that fishermen can transplant
In the morning, the stars set in the distance.
A long-buried thought
Ignore the swaying lily
Looking from a distance is an endless wish.
It is also a maturity of life.
Let's look at the ancient bronzes in distant times. They are not polished.
The unearthed halberd is not plated with nickel.
Song edition books are not molded.
Mawangdui Han Dynasty Old Lady
No skin grafting, no breast enhancement and no heavy makeup.
As long as time doesn't go back
It is true that everything will grow old.
Look, there are only wild chrysanthemums by the lake.
How peacefully he came to earth.
Kind eyes
That's a blank in life.
This is the aesthetics of life.