Modern poems describing winter plants

Plum Blossoms

Modern·Shi Guanghua

The books were packed away by bare hands

There are empty vases waiting in the room

The snow behind is dark in color

The appearance and the wood are harmonious

The clothes are taken off in the mirror, and the fragrance lingers slowly

The stone next to it is green and black

In A night of independence outside the wall, the surroundings are peaceful

The shadows in the water are charming

The snowy weather is at the end of the year

The days are clear, and the pure jade is brewed into a good Wine

Open the window, the surface of the silk is getting softer and softer

Gentle people and flowers together

The wax fire at night is among them

Fragrance Moisturize the lungs

The colors form the skin

The coldness all over the body dissipates from the book

The flowering mountainside

See the ceramics in the room Deep shade

The mountains and rivers in the middle hall are withered and yellow

The hands that folded the flowers remain in the flowers

Plum blossoms

Modern·Lemo

Plum blossoms sprout from dead branches

Spit out stamens

Thinker's head

Bloom at night

When light

When they encounter stronger light

They merge

Trip through the rocks

When the dead branches turn green

The plum blossoms are rotten

Roads and squares

Under the clear sky

The bees are humming