tulip
Tulip, where are you from?
Legend has it that you are a beautiful French girl.
I've never seen your beauty,
I haven't smelled your fragrance.
But I firmly believe
You must look rich.
I believe in clouds,
Give your village a light rain,
Then bear the golden sunshine.
Shine on her.
When we listen to the moon in the pavilion,
When we chat leisurely,
When that red umbrella
Hold out a gorgeous sky
tulip
Will bloom with her beauty and fragrance.
a rose with thorns
I cried, I cried.
Your stabbing hurt my depression.
Your scent fascinates me.
Your nobility makes me bend my knees
I want to pick your beauty.
I'm wandering, I'm looking for it
Butterfly is my letter.
The wasp is my trail
My idea, brilliant Yun Ni.
Longing to fall into your heart
I'm bleeding, I'm crying.
But we are not afraid.
I like the sharpness of your stab.
I like being bloodied by your weapon.
If I die unfortunately,
Then your roots must be my graveyard.
Teacher, tulip
The blackboard was painted white and spotless.
You are waving the music of youth on it.
Those lovely and beautiful notes.
Is to witness your eternal moment.
When I bent down for us
I see the arc on your back.
Like a rainbow on the horizon
Draw a colorful edge.
There is a pair of thick glasses on the table.
It seems to penetrate your bright eyes.
Recall your deep eyes
It also aroused my heart waves and inspired me to move forward forever.
The strong wind pushed open your window.
Stay by your side.
Please pay close attention to your concentrated figure at your desk.
Browse your lesson plan quietly.
You take us to enjoy the waves of the sea.
Like a prodigal son in the arms of a loving mother
Radio waves connected to the antenna
It is my heartstring at another moment.
Small paper boats carry dreams.
You taught me.
Get full of bright colors.
You taught me.
Face maternal love.
I can only say gently:
Teacher,
You are a tulip that never fades.
……
Tulip's dream
A tulip,
Blooming quietly on the plateau,
I can't count my age in the north wind.
How much wind and frost have been cut short.
I only remember that in my dream,
There are countless longings in petals.
Want to go to a crowded place to smell the incense,
I am also attached to this land of flowers.
Wake up,
On that rugged mountain road, the wind is still silent.
Not just a tulip,
Their strong arms are carved in the cold moss gap.
Silent cold,
They smiled and hoped that in the first ray of sunshine after snow,
Pass the tenacity of life to the blue sky.
Such a beautiful feeling,
Why do plateau people pretend to be alone?
Tulips are with you day and night,
It is because it is so common that I am tired of aesthetics.
Snow on the plateau is the most beautiful.
The wind only loves the crystal cold of high comfort,
But I forgot to bring a bee butterfly.
The neck of tulip looks very thin.
Like a thin thread on a wine glass,
Wine glasses are made of stamens. Seize the years.
Maybe at some point,
Glass will be recognized by discerning people,
I use it to dress up the stars and the moon.
One day,
The Dutch footsteps came by chance,
Found them,
Like a fairy tale song,
Gently transplanted to the seaside,
Since then,
Tulips performed the miracle of exchanging castles.