What are the poems about lavender?

Author: Zheng Yutong

Even at night,

Don't cry,

Please remember that little brilliance.

It spins in two whirlpools,

A gentle around me,

The other one slipped away.

The wind is fragrant,

Bring endless thoughts,

Infinite reverie.

The rain falls gently,

Those are tears of sympathy outside the cloud nine.

Gently lift the starlight,

Let it ripple.

Pray for the sunset glow,

May there be no more disasters.

I saw where the dream began,

Lavender is in full bloom.

Purple swaying smile,

And soft fragrance.

Bloom in my field of vision, bloom,

Quiet and lively,

Beautiful dreams made their clothes.

In full bloom during the day,

The night is equally charming.

Even if no one saw it,

Don't forget to sing with your heart

The shallowness in my heart,

With a lavender smile in my dream,

A flock of swallowtail butterflies,

Walking on it,

Another fragrance.

Every expression on my face,

Have a wish,

Beautiful as,

The first light on the horizon.

Lavender in my heart,

Still fragrant,

Sprinkle moonlight all the way,

A dream,

Let me meet,

Brilliant distance.

2. lavender

Author: Xidi

I like the sky because of blue.

Because I like the sky and the blooming clouds.

Because you turned around.

Like solitary smoke, like sunset, sunset glow and afterglow.

Even like an old chair.

I like wisteria's dry skin and atrophied bones.

And you, like a bunch of lavender.

As one of them, smell my breath and perspective.

After that, you hold your throat first.

Then, you hold the whole body, including nostrils and soul.

This is nothing more than to

I will also make a lavender that blooms in the corner of your eye.

Actually, there are too many people.

I really want to meditate, eat people and eat fireworks by your side.

3.lavender?

Author: Hunan/Annie

The whole early summer, in the early morning

When the night elves say goodbye to tears, Pearl

When it was still hanging on the grass

When the world wakes up, it is still gentle.

Always stay on the balcony for a while.

Like waking up in the middle of the night

Reach out and touch the newborn baby around you.

See if the purple across the river is still there.

I seem to see myself every time.

Wearing cheongsam, barefoot.

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Let the rain drop on the instep

Yes, they are always there.

They won't always be there.

The whole early summer morning

Without rain, there would be no you.

4, lavender flower language

Author: Huayang

Your footsteps are getting closer.

My shortness of breath continued the tension in my previous life.

I feel the glory of holding hands.

The purple sky merged into a dazzling sea of flowers.

You said I was waiting for the angel of love

Are you there? Is that you? Is it really you?

I try to open every little bud.

I tried to shake the trunk holding a short memory.

Collect eternal fragrance for you

Just waiting for you to recognize my face at a glance

Is that you? Is that you? Is it really you?

Your footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the wind chimes are nice.

I'm waiting for your smiling eyes

Pierce my fantasy

The sky reflects the purple waves in the bay.

This is my ups and downs

I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for your heart.

Eye gestures open a unique style all the way.

Talk about Zhu Liu's life experience and piano music from overseas.

Talk about farm chickens, natural weeds and gifts of fine stones.

The legend of lavender is crumbling, and Gegutang has been waiting for thousands of years.

Listen to the whispers of floating clouds and chew romantic poems on the red land.

The grass grows and the warbler flies, and the mountains and rivers are green.

Fireworks of divine desire

Raise your neck and drink the sun and moon in your eyes.

No familiar bird will get lost at present.

At this moment, a bunch of fireworks lit the lamp of the soul.

Whether you come or not, whether you study or not,

The rain will go against the sky.

Some traces of returning to nature will never leave.

5. lavender

Author: Zhao Yaling

Rainy day? Embroider your mind on clouds? I guess

Send you a letter.

It doesn't matter if you can bring the mud smell of Qinling Mountain. The important thing is.

I want you to listen to the grass heart by the Jinling River.

If the rainbow hangs in the blue sky

That grass is bound to chase the wings of birds.

in the sun

Put on your dream clothes