Modern poetry of Lagerstroemia speciosa with flowers blooming and hidden heads

The fragrance of hawksbill bears the good fortune and drives away the bewitch of the year.

The torch of the bouquet dances vigorously in the season until it falls quietly.

I'm afraid I'm getting old, lower than the altitude of the soil, not to mention wasting my time.

Open a skylight to let the moonlight in. It is soft and lonely at night.

Bees went into greenhouses in Wei Zi and whispered to each other, leaving many anecdotes.

Butterfly Dream is a song for thousands of years. I have forgotten everything and can't see the endless shuttle between the earth and fairyland.

I've heard a lot about Taoist priests, but on that day, butterflies in the morning light didn't even fly over the window.

Wandering Ziyun, quickly sprinkle showers and water the desert in the wanderer's heart.

The pain in the intestines hides scars, but there is only the touch of autumn ahead.

Who took away the green of the earth, who washed away the folds of fate.

Cicada can no longer go back to the underground palace, lying in the seasonal wind, telling one by one.

Autumn wind gently kisses, autumn rain gently washes, and the sky begins to be vast.

Color fades in the long river of time, even gold is the harvest of iron sickle.

Beauty will die, how can you escape this hundred-day purple?

The sunset glow is the tears when the sun goes down, and it is captured by a huge western mountain.

The meaning of sunny slope and shady slope is the same in an instant, and distant stars are still shining in the night sky.

There is a quiet place in the west, please don't forget that eighty-one is difficult to repair.

The peak years are far away, and looking back step by step, you can vaguely see the foot nest covered with grass.

The shadow that comes and goes in a hurry can't stop the rotation of yin and yang fish, so let time polish it.