Modern poems describing peony flowers

Romance, romance, what is romance?

The love line in my heart is like the green willow in March;

Romance, romance, who doesn't love romance?

The fruit of my thinking is like pomegranate in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I am a man of flesh and blood,

I have a heart that will be happy and sad;

I want people's dignity, I want people's intelligence,

Don't try to steal like an ugly person!

I love the nobility of pine trees and the quietness of orchids.

Never chase the fishy smell like a fly;

I want to live a vibrant life,

I look forward to success in my career.

I am young and full of energy, roaring like the wind,

I am enthusiastic, and my surging life is like running water.

Romantic, how to understand you?

Romantic, I swear to pursue you;

Early morning-I asked Chaoyang,

At night-I stare at Beidou. ...

When daydreaming, I become a butterfly;

"Oh, does romantic love mean wandering in spring?"

Vaguely, I became a bee:

"Oh, the wind seems to be running among the flowers."

My wandering thoughts merged into the sea,

The sea says, "The wind is Bai Ou on the waves."

My imaginary wings fly to the bright moon,

Yue Ming said, "Romance means spending a pot of wine."

So I had an interesting dream.

Dreaming of many friends in life-

They all came to answer my questions,

Arguing about who was the most romantic in the 1980s.

Ideal says: "Romance and success go hand in hand."

Youth says: "Romantic style and appearance are inseparable."

Friendship said, "Romantic style is the shame of acacia flowers."

Love says, "Romance is the tender lotus root under the ice lotus."

Morality says, "Romance is the crop in my heart."

Time says, "Romance is the golden autumn in my heart" ...

Merry yo, merry, please answer:

Is this understanding shallow?

Merry yo, merry, please say:

Do you have any unchangeable standards for me to follow?

Second, romantic self-report

I'm a romantic, I'm a romantic,

I am an enemy of rigidity and a close friend of Spring.

I am like a flower, blooming in the branches,

I am like a girl with shy eyes;

I'm like a stag, jumping over the canyon,

I am like a lion, wagging my tail.

Sometimes, I am invisible, like a breeze,

Sometimes, I am tangible, like clear water;

Sometimes, I will become a HongLing in the bride's hair.

Sometimes, I become a soldier's bulletproof vest;

Sometimes, I am the spark in bright eyes,

Sometimes, I am the whirlpool of honey wine on the smile;

Sometimes, I am an iron horse, and the glacier is blowing.

Sometimes, I bravely swallow Wan Li;

More often, I am not an ornament or a person.

My heart is a passionate pursuit of beauty!

The longer people live, the longer I live.

My history is longer than that of Oracle Bone Inscriptions.

I once questioned heaven with Qu Yuan,

I used to observe the earth with Zhang Heng.

Zhang Qian is connected with the Western Regions, and I am in front of the saddle.

Jian Zhen crossed the sea, and I was behind the boat.

I joined the army with Hua Mulan for my father.

I used to sit in command with She Taijun;

How many times have I avenged myself on the hero,

A roar: "The thief's sword does not sweep!"

How many times, I went upstairs with people with lofty ideals,

Sing loudly: "Worry about the world first." ...

Bloody Central Plains, ancient China,

How many romantic figures are immortal!

Flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn.

History will not die, but there are also new talents-

Don't you see: Jiangshan produces talents?

Modern people are more romantic than their ancestors!

What is Chou-heung at three o'clock, what is fighting for a spouse,

This kind of thing is out of date;

What poems are red leaves, what graves,

I've heard enough of such love stories.

In the 1980s, if you wanted a new voice,

Who will start a new romantic song?

From the small mouth of the winter jasmine to the bell mouth of the locomotive,

Romantic March is playing in the sky!

Three, me and romance.

A riot, we drank our own bitter wine,

Romance is also regarded as a poisonous snake and beast.

The land in my heart is full of stones,

The riverbed of my feelings has dried up painfully.

For ten years, trekking in the desert,

I long for an oasis with water and grass.

In the face of modern science, I look at a loss.

Like an ape just out of the forest.

The road of life, unfortunately, can't be repeated.

Youth is gone, leaving only scars.

I am depressed, I am stubborn,

I think I see through everything on the earth.

I was once addicted to the temptation of vanity,

Mistake fashion for romance-

Borrow a tape recorder to relieve my troubles,

Save the soul with Kao's lyre.

Suit and tie, trousers bell mouth,

Close-fitting torn shirts have collars and sleeveless sleeves;

Leather shoes can be photographed and hair can be oiled.

Who knows that the socks under your feet show your toes.

Dance, I dance to my heart's content,

Don't hesitate to turn your head on the waxed floor;

Skating, I skate at will,

I hope forget the sorrow will be relaxed and happy!

But these days won't last long,

Yesterday's fashion is out of date today;

Those bell bottoms that sweep the floor are not fresh,

I've heard enough of that sleepy pop song.

Romantic, you don't often laugh in the street,

I don't always stay at parties;

Dance music is an interlude of the song of life.

What's the use of an episode without complete music?

Entertainment is an illustration of the book of life.

There is no masterpiece, why are there illustrations?

Who can see through the world of mortals

He who sees through is only an excuse for pessimism;

Who can guess the future?

Guess is just a conceited reason.

What is true romance,

I frown again. ...

Fourth, true romance.

This is romantic, this is romantic,

Dare to fight to the death with cruel fate!

This is romantic, this is romantic,

Sail in the long river of history!

Expose the creator's plot at gunpoint,

Sprinkle boiling blood on the barren hills;

Paying homage to the spirit of the Prime Minister,

Let countless white flowers bloom on your chest!

Invite the motherland to the podium on the world sports stage,

Let her listen to the national anthem;

Plant a red flag on the highest peak of Mount Everest,

Let her touch the forehead of the blue sky!

Fighting in a mine-infested mountain pass: "Let me go first",

Shout "I want to break my back" when I leave the group!

A new fighter with unstable performance, I'm going to test flight,

I will study the nuclear test site where the smoke has not dispersed.

Like Lei Feng, he loves ordinary work.

Wherever you go, it is a front;

Concerned about the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the victims like Jiao,

Be heroic even if you die!

Counting romantic numbers, looking at the present,

Now is the battle to realize the ideal-

Fighting in front of the stove, brewing a furnace of red wine,

Raise the golden cup in the distance to celebrate the birthday of the motherland;

The sea sped and shook the white silk.

Wave presents Hada to the four seas and five continents.

When I was a doctor in West Germany, I got a good answer.

A green leaf stretches, indicating golden autumn;

Go to the United States to give speeches, discuss research,

An almond came out of the wall and the garden was full of vitality. ...

This is a romantic flower,

Aoxueling cream is a loose wind;

The wind flow of Beidou indicates the direction,

The wind of the satellite revolves around the earth.

We are human beings, the exquisite beauty of the clock,

Our romance is like eternity;

We work in all walks of life,

We have the same pursuit of romance:

"One mouthful" is the romance of the telephone directory operator.

"One knife is accurate" is the romance of butcher shop assistants;

The Magic Knife Hand is the romance of a female pedicure worker.

Spring Man is an affair of the cleaning team. ...

We should make clothes as beautiful as our hearts,

We should create material wealth and spiritual wealth equally!

Extract happiness from labor as a reward,

Take the victory of the struggle as enjoyment.

Ah, every unexplained phenomenon,

It may be the entrance to a new discipline;

Every achievement is watered by sweat.

Every question mark may be "winding and secluded"!

Labor, creation and progress-endless!

Love truth, love kindness, love beauty-to the letter!

This is true love, this is true love,

Hold the symbol of the times in your hand.

Draw a picture of the four modernizations and build a happy house.

Spread brocade embroidery on 9.6 million square kilometers of land!

Let people say: they have suffered setbacks and setbacks,

But they carry the mission of the times on their shoulders;

Let history say that they are good at thinking and dare to fight.

It deserves to be a romantic generation in China. ...

Streets in the sky

Distant/street lamp/sunny,

Like/twinkle/countless/stars.

In the sky/stars/now,

Like/burn/countless/street lamps.

I think/ethereal/air,

There must be a/America/city.

In the market/on display/on something/something,

It must be/the world/no/exotic.

You see,/that shallow/Tianhe,

It must be/not very/extensive.

The cowherd/weaver girl across the river,

I'm sure I can/ride an ox/come and go.

I think/they/at present,

I'm sure/I'm/I'm/I'm wandering around the street.

Don't believe,/look/that meteor,

It's them/carrying lanterns/walking.

tranquil night

Moonlight/light,

Shrouded in the village/outside the village/in the pine forest.

White clouds/clouds,

Missing/when/the stars.

Tianhe/where?

Distant/foggy/hazy.

Afraid that there will be/Jiao Ren/ashore,

On the moon/beads?

Say goodbye to Cambridge again

I left quietly,

When I came softly;

I waved gently,

Say goodbye to the western clouds.

Golden willow by the river.

Is the bride in the sunset?

Shadows in the waves,

Ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud,

Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of He Kang River,

I would like to be an aquatic plant.

A pool in the shade of elm trees,

Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.

Crushed between floating algae,

Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,

Back to the greener grass,

Full of stars,

Play a song in the starlight

But you can't play songs,

Quiet is a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me,

Silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve,

Don't take away a cloud.