Modern short poems about bamboo 1
The cold wind roared past.
The frost turned white and yellow last night.
Early risers were whispering to each other on the roadside.
The rising sun quietly dyed the edge red.
Seagulls add mouths and comb branches.
The cold noise in the morning
The slender bamboo is swaying in the wind.
The delicate girl resists the erosion of cold.
Or the green light dances with her.
Such as cold plum and pine trees.
Be a thin bamboo, both rigid and flexible.
The concentration of green is eternal.
Don't change your pride to meet the challenges of each season.
Full of green remains in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Modern bamboo short poems II.
I often sleep at night.
Think of the bamboo forest in my hometown.
The smoke around you is not just the smell of firewood.
More family members like to call.
Touch the cold horizontal bar with both hands.
I remembered the bamboo forest in my hometown again.
In memory, it is not just a fantasy paradise.
It is also a treasure of my childhood with my friends.
Late nights in those years
What you can hear is the singing of birds and animals everywhere.
What I can't hear is the scream and roar of the car.
Zhuhai in my hometown
You have witnessed generation after generation.
You are harvested one after another.
But I've never seen you rot
then
I finally understand.
All your strength
Gather at your feet
Modern bamboo short poems 3
Never hire a gardener.
My branches and leaves are like ups and downs.
Do you like it?
Still love to touch?
it doesn't matter
A deranged nerve caught a scream.
The window where you show your poems.
Who picked the roses with thorns?
Never give alms to fertile soil.
My roots are as complicated as my thoughts.
A green suit
It's yellow occasionally.
it doesn't matter
Gentle waist posture.
Your rolling door chewing heart
Who cares about hollow bamboo poles?
Modern bamboo short poems 4
The cold wind roared past.
The frost turned white and yellow last night.
Early risers were whispering to each other on the roadside.
The rising sun quietly dyed the edge red.
Seagulls add mouths and comb branches.
The cold noise in the morning
The slender bamboo is swaying in the wind.
The delicate girl resists the erosion of cold.
Or the green light dances with her.
Such as cold plum and pine trees.
Be a thin bamboo, both rigid and flexible.
The concentration of green is eternal.
Don't change your pride to meet the challenges of each season.
Full of green remains in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Five modern bamboo short poems
Although bamboo is empty
But it has a tough character.
Facing the storm
It just bends without breaking.
No matter what season
It has an optimistic attitude.
So the seasons are evergreen.
It is an empiricist.
Every time I grow up
Will make a summary.
And a perfectionist.
Every flower is in full bloom.
Has come to the end of life.
Choose to leave at the most beautiful time.
Just to leave a good memory.
It's alive and strong.
It's romantic to die (editor-in-chief: deputy editor-in-chief)