Modern Poetry of Pomegranate
Modern Poetry of Pomegranate 1 Pomegranate Tree
(of grass and trees) be lush and green
Branch extension
Open your arms.
Not as arrogant as pine and cypress.
Than a birch tree.
Let your life be strong.
Take root and sprout in the wasteland of Shan Ye courtyard
Spring is coming
Brought you a brand-new green dress.
As gentle as a breeze, as soft as a drizzle-in a gentle and gentle way.
Dress you up more beautifully
You absorbed the sunlight.
Selflessly dedicated their thick limbs.
Hot and dazzling lips
Kiss nature
Release your youthful and beautiful posture.
Autumn is coming.
You covered your mouth with shame.
The face turned red.
Quietly gestate
Every life of your own
Put your transparent heart.
Forged into red gold.
Late autumn and September
You are doing very well.
proud
Open your red and purple belly.
Stretch out his diamond heart.
Modern Poetry of Pomegranate 2 Since you are like a pomegranate in June,
In the midsummer of my life
I am also therefore
Bump into your beauty
Your burning
My sadness
Turn them all into fruit.
Hanging from a burning branch
What can explain it?
The silence after the whole story.
Could it be a butterfly resting quietly?
Chew the peeped secret repeatedly.
The south wind has been intertwined.
Above the heart network
If you don't move, you keep a feeling.
How to face the sadness after romance?
A thousand fingers brushed it.
Pomegranate red lead is dyed.
Climb branches in the coming year
It is also the fate of uniting several students.
Modern Poetry of Pomegranate 3 Pomegranate Surprise, Passing through Two Spring and Autumn Periods
Watered carefully with the happiness of leisure. Afternoon in May
Except the warm sunshine. A red flower in bud.
A little shy, we * * * with the mind of self-cultivation.
A small pot of vitality and affection. If possible
I would rather harvest the diligent expectation than harvest the fruits after autumn.
Not for the promise of this life. unconsciously
The beautiful image of my daughter is like a pomegranate that suddenly jointing.
A season of grass grows and warblers fly, telling the story of childlike innocence.
About growing up, that's a whisper next to pomegranate.
I, on the other hand, began to rediscover the old days.
And behind time, there is a pile of nagging that never fades.
Modern Poetry of Pomegranate 4 In spring, the pomegranate tree sprouted.
Slowly, small buds grew out, dotted with flowers.
In summer, pomegranate blooms.
One by one, like horns, full of burning trees,
Sing the leading role in the tree.
The leaves became a foil and ornament.
It's autumn,
Pomegranate trees are full of fruits.
Red, round, very beautiful.
Some people opened their mouths,
Show purple, glittering and translucent teeth and smile.
Birds are also singing in the trees.
Twitter every day,
It seems to be celebrating the pomegranate harvest.