Poems about lavender

Author: Song Yulan

Dream, stained with color, with my favorite purple

Its gorgeous romance under the blue sky

Smelling the flowers and drifting away with the wind

It gently calls my name, and in my dream

gives me a dream of a field in a foreign country

. I fell in love with freedom and have my sincere feelings

I miss it under the swaying blue sky

I flicked a distant melody

I gently picked up its love,

held it tightly in my arms and planted it in my mind in my dream

From then on, my mind opened up a manor of lavender, and the fragrance filled it.

2. Lavender

Author: Xilu

likes the sky because of blue

likes the sky and the blooming clouds

because you turn around

likes solitary smoke, sunset, sunset glow and afterglow

even likes an old chair

likes the dry skin and shrinking wisteria. Sniff my breath and perspective

After that, you first hold your throat

Then, you hold your whole body, including your nostrils, including your soul

This is only for the sake of

I also make a lavender, which blooms in the corner of your eye

In fact, there are too many people

I really want to meditate, eat people and eat fireworks around you

3. In the early morning

when the teardrops of the night elf

are still hanging on the grass

when the world wakes up gently

it's like waking up in the middle of the night

reaching out to touch the newborn baby around you

to see if the purple color on the other side of the river is still there

every time I seem to see myself

wearing cheongsam. Yes

they don't always

have no rain in the early morning of early summer

. Without you

4. Lavender

Author: Zhao Yaling

Embroidering her thoughts on the clouds in rainy days, I want to

send you a letter

It doesn't matter whether you can bring the earthy smell of Qinling Mountains. What's important is

I want you to hear the voice of the grass beside Jinling River

If the rainbow hangs in the blue sky

That grass will definitely pursue the wings of birds < Lavender Flower Language

Author: Yang Hua

The light sound on your footsteps is getting closer and closer

My shortness of breath has extended the tension in my previous life

I feel the brilliance of holding hands

The purple sky merges into a dazzling sea of flowers

You said I was waiting for the angel of love

Are you here? Is that you? Is it really you?

I'm trying to open every tiny bud.

I'm trying to sway the flower stem holding fleeting memories.

I'm just waiting for you to recognize my appearance at a glance.

Is it you? Is it really you?

Your footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the wind chimes are as good as listening.

I'm waiting for you. Waiting, waiting for your eyes and gestures to my initial heart

to open up a unique style

to talk about the life experience of bamboo willows, the sound of the piano coming from overseas

to talk about farm chickens, the gift of natural weeds and fine stones

to sway the legend of lavender, and to wait for a thousand years in Gegutang

to listen to the whispers of flowing clouds and chew romantic poems on the red land

The grass grows and the warbler flies. Drink the sun and the moon that look at each other

At present, no familiar birds will get lost

At this moment, a bunch of fireworks will get the magic lamp of the soul

Whether you come or not, whether you miss it or not,

Rain will go against the sky

Some traces of returning to nature never leave.