Modern plant short poems

Modern short poems with plants are as follows:

Two flowers

Two flowers are stuck in the wind, whose ear am I stuck in? Wheels, waterwheels and big houses rotate in the wind, just like the brim of a flowered hat, many of which are filled with faint water particles. Suddenly, two children came to the small garden. They danced and planted trees with small shovels, like rolling two naughty donkeys. The water was in a big jar and suddenly they ran to the children to breathe.

I think of a child named Xiaomei. One day, she sat quietly on the grass cart, flapping the yellow straw. Another child walked by, grabbed the maltose fragrance, ran to dusk, weighed his feet and blew the spring seedlings.

Written on Arbor Day

I am a tree, planted on your hillside. I thought I could keep the castle peak young, but it turned out to be white. This spring, this stream and this trickle of acacia merged into a deep pool. I thought I could quietly reflect the flowers, but a gust of wind swept them and wrinkled them into a pool of sadness.

Sow life

I can't choose ten fertile and barren places to plant a life. Sunshine and wind and rain have given you. From now on, you have to bear the tempering and struggle. You drill your roots into the cracks, hoping that you can put your tip into the sky. You may be thin, you may be plump, how much bitterness you have experienced, but you are silent. Who can explain that you have stood for a hundred years?

Plant poetry

1, last year today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"

2, the rain closed the door pear flower, forgot youth, missed youth. -Tang Yin's Pruning Plums, Rain and Pear Flowers.

Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. -Li Yu's Meeting Lin Huan, Flower Shed and Spring Red.

4, flying freely is as light as a dream, and the continuous rain is as fine as sorrow. -Qin Guan's "Huanxisha, Lonely and Cold, Go to Xiaolou"

5, a sound of autumn leaves, a little banana and a little sorrow, dreamed for three nights. -Xu Zaisi's "Water Fairy Night Rain"

6. People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. -Cui Hu's "South Village Title"