Beautiful poems about green sunflower

1. A beautiful poem about Baguio and Solanum nigrum. Baguio's exotic flowers are cold and proud, and the ringtone is eternal.

See the truth in the blood hole, and only follow you all your life. After ten years of cold ice room, I don't regret it.

There is only infatuation and resentment between heaven and earth, and the immortal proves the true gentleman. Die Lian Hua Si Baguio is also true and illusory. Looking at the bottom of the well, there are many people's hearts.

Good and evil will never stand, and I dare to go against the sky for Iraq. Who can ask immediately with a horizontal stick? Ten years of recollection makes recollection a memory.

I beg to be alone in your boudoir, but I don't care if Bodhi provokes dust particles! Baguio jade clothes green skirt, deep in the nether world, I remember my loved ones. Death and suffering drop blood hole, heaven and earth card alliance black bamboo forest.

I'm willing to miss you but beg you to be safe and sound. After the sad flowers fly, the sound of the bell has been ringing ever since.

Infatuated Baguio Castle Peak Accompanied by Biluo Skirt Sad bloom tearfully chopped off her soul with infatuation, and locked the front edge of Yulinling bell in the acacia bell-Miss Baguio's courtyard in those days, the fragrance was still there, so the shadow was gone. Faint xiao yue is still, the breeze is long, the beautiful woman suddenly appears, the hand is slender Xiu Xiu, and the petals are broken.

Memories of laughter, clear shadows frequently, dancing lonely geese in the clouds. I feel sad and tearful, looking at the sky, water and green clothes are light.

I used to hold hands and promise, and the sky was jealous. I will accompany you in this life. The past is like smoke, the ice bed is cold and lonely.

Dream a few times, in the green bamboo forest, by the ancient well Ling Bo. Song of Eternal Sorrow-I wonder who lives in the flowers at the place where the Yun Lan Path of the Post Road hides the flowers.

The road is cold and frosty, but the flowers are bitter, but the moonlight is precious. The eyes of the clear water are so deep, and the hands want to point to the mistakes of the king.

Coagulation overflows to gather glory and change, and no one complains about his sorrow. Love is difficult, the sea is deep and the soul is bitter, and ghosts and ghosts shine on the waves.

Suddenly, the green shadow is shining, and the innocent petals are sad. In order to explore the ruthless sea of former enmity, how do you know that it is all in one thought?

With you * * * to drop blood, so who is alone? The words on the wall of the cave are weak, and the bones have regrets and cry quietly. Bloodthirsty will eventually become hate, but Yu Jinling will sing goodbye.

Looking back at the wishful thinking, I look haggard and blue. The Goddess of the Ghost, the King of the Ming Dynasty, praised this sentiment.

Meet again in Xiaochi town, and the green moss is dry and the full moon is full. I don't know what evening it is, and who is rippling in the well.

Vulpix fox is carved with gold, and the ice mill with fierce and fiery flame. Pointing out young people's humanitarian affairs, I shed tears at the dead.

Changhe is dancing lightly in the sea, holding an umbrella with a faint fragrance. Jasper is light and soft, and she realizes that she is full of youth, but she pauses.

There is a shallow voice in the corner of the small building, and my heart is homesick. I stood in front of the steps a few times, thinking that the wine was cold and flowing.

I have several skills to hide, in order to save the Iraqis. The thunderbolt shocked the clouds and angered them, looking back at the next one.

I have never regretted being alone, and I am accompanied by a ray of meditation. Think about it for a thousand times, and be disappointed for you and drunk for you.

One night, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and Ye Zhusheng was screaming. Caomiao Village planted evil causes, and Jade Qing Temple became evil fruit.

After a hundred years of storms, the rivers and lakes are old, but now it is a thousand times of hatred. Pale and bitter, my heart is falling, and my anger and resentment are rushing to the sky.

Zhu Xian controls Lei Tianhuang, trying to cut the angry unicorn. Amber and Zhu Ling are weak, and the sword in the sky is cold and hard to clear.

Everything in heaven and earth is discolored, and only Biqiu holds the bell and laughs: "The nine secluded yin spirits punish the Buddha, sacrificing my blood. Three lives and seven lives fell to Yamaraja, only to die for love! " The blood is even thicker than the sky, and the spoony cream is burned.

If you don't live or die, your soul will be scattered, and you will smile like a dream! This feeling will never die, and it will still be sad and hateful! I'll regret and remember the Iraqi people, and I'll be angry and resentful! Want to cut off the running water, want to raise a glass to pour a thousand worries! I want to gather my eyebrows and raise my eyebrows, and I want to collect my tears! In this life, the sword is hard to be flat, how can I hate the word and worry about it? Ten years is like a white pony, and Fengming is dead and white. The snow is beautiful and wonderful, and it doesn't reach Yao Cao's smile.

Suddenly, I heard that the seven-mile cave in the scenic area was illuminated by a wizard. Calling the soul and soul is like a golden bell, but the sound of the bell is lingering.

From then on, it's hard to wake up drunk, and who will count the flowers? Before the chill in Qiu Lai is heavy, I am full of worries about writing. The intestines and intestines are cut off, and the water flows, and the candles are extinguished and the tears are stopped! Looking back, let him be ruthless and full of frost! I would like to ask how bitter Yao Palace is, and how painful it is to thank people in spring, glory and autumn! It is better to go back to the flowing clouds and return to the blue sky to read Yao Fu! This life is full of bubbles, such as morning dew and electricity.

What can I do to solve my worries? Only Du Kang was coy. I don't know if there is an afterlife, but I will swear not to be negative! This feeling is comparable to two birds, and this feeling is better than love.

Tai Chi Xuan Qing is difficult to resolve, and Da Fan Prajna is difficult to cross! The three heavenly books are also helpless, and only Baguio is hard to find! ! ! How many worries does it take to ask the mirror again? Shui Yue Yao Bo dew shadow tour. Ice has regretted diving in green clothes, but why should the west wind stay in the cloister? Singing a spoony play, how many people shed tears? Hate snow can't be a thousand colors, sigh and cry endlessly! ! ! Take flowers as the name, tears as the line-sadness as the line-Yi Lu Yunlan Lingbo jade turns into sadness, but I don't know how to burn it.

A few petals of incense are bitter, which is difficult for people who are tearful. Tears drop into the condensed flower god, and a piece of sadness folds jade lines.

However, I asked who I was sad for, and Xianshu was no better than Jasper. Jasper is also sad when she sings softly, only because of the cold ice.

Youth is empty, and acacia is covered, and acacia is sad and pitiful. Pity who's infatuated and pity who's heart The blood curse is sorrowful for the monarch.

The autumn geese in Wan Li are exhausted in the sky, haggard and drunk. The gossamer brushed the clear water and sank, and the green rose rose.

The green radish is around the bank of Sansheng, and there is no sadness on the stone. Blue falls and poverty are separated by clouds, and Leng Yue marks are reflected in Yaochi.

The east wind has a dream and it is difficult to blow, blowing open a tree of acacia. Suddenly, like a night of tears on the river, the lights and the wind put out the cold rain.

Drip into tears and long blood, don't be sad and not hurt. The bell swallows a hundred flowers, and the flowers wither in sorrow.

Where is the trip? There is no way back when you are sad. Today, I sigh sad jasper delusion, and delusion is also sad jade blood coagulation.

Tears turn into blood and blood turns into wounds. Ten years of cold dew is not love. Red crow on your brow and dust on your pillow, crying is heartbreaking.

Sad flowers are sad people, and sad people sigh and hurt their dreams. Once the ringing tone of the blue shadow went away, the fox disappeared.

When will Baguio sing in spring and return to spring? There is no place to know where the soul is floating and dreaming. The heartbroken woman once cried, and the sad flowers wanted to leave.

It's hard to cross the river of lovesickness when the time flies. On that day, the double shadow seemed to be in sight, but now the dream is far away.

The world is far away, tears are a little bit, and life and death are easy to judge. Flying in a butterfly's dream, the bamboo forest is lightly floating with flowers.

I only know that as a gentleman, I don't care about this life to save you from danger. I must be an infatuated person in the world, and I will live and die.

Bloodshed with cuckoo's blood, I will not smell it in this life and the next. It's the hardest thing to get rid of a feud, knowing that love and hate have been spared several times.

Yao's analysis is broken and dissipated, and it will be lonely for thousands of years. How heartless the humanitarian witch is, it is easy to kill and seize.

But I don't see the infatuation death on Qingyun Mountain. What is the red flower floating all over the sky? Untitled Baguio Kyushu Yin.

2. Beautiful sentences about sunflowers Sunflowers lose the sun.

Is to lose the purpose and direction of rotation.

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Although the sunflower is small, it carries the love of the sun.

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Sunflowers are sad flowers.

Is the brightest sadness under the sun.

Because it is bright, it belongs to the sun.

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You draw a brilliant sunflower with colored pens.

I hope we cherish those innocent smiling faces.

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Sunflowers are always lonely at night.

Because you need to bear it alone, without warmth and companionship.

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Not all flowers are sunflowers.

Not all flowers can keep up with the sun.

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Hold back tears and smile at the sun, leaving that red smile,

Sunflowers just use a smile to interpret the hidden sadness in their hearts.

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We are all stubborn and strong sunflowers, tirelessly pursuing the sun in our hearts day and night.

Those hands that once looked like the wind and shook hands in the torrent of time are no longer warm.

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Sunflower must spend every night with her head down, because there is always only one sun in her heart ...

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Sunflower always turns towards its own sun and never leaves.

Look at the sunshine, breathe hard, and try to experience the warmth given by the sunshine.

I don't care if my eyes are stung by the sun, but I just keep looking up.

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Lonely sunflower

Watch the sunrise alone

Watch the sunset alone

Walk alone

Being happy alone

Cry alone

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I heard there is a place.

Migratory birds full of sunflowers will never fly to the south.

Just ahead.

Stand on tiptoe and touch the sunshine.

Count every light in the rainbow on the horizon.

Yes, that's the place.

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I long for a sunflower life.

The sun gives it warmth, and it will follow the sun all its life, not its life but the sun's life.

Because one day, you will find that the sun sets and the sunflowers wither to the west. ..

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Sunflowers look up to the sun for happiness, and I look up to happiness with your company.

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The pain of sunflower is only because sunflower falls in love with the warmth of sunshine.

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3. Beautiful sentences describing sunflowers 1, sunflowers are commonly called "immortal" because of its amazing vitality. It is not as valuable as peony, but it can grow on barren land; It is not as beautiful as a rose, but it can show people its vigorous and unyielding character.

2. Every morning when the sun just shows half its head, the sunflower will show a smile, the sun will slowly rise and the sunflower will slowly open. In the evening, when the sun goes down, the sunflower also closes the flowers to form a bud. Every day.

3. Sunflowers have many colors, including yellow, purple and pink ... How many! Sunflowers bloom at different times, some one day earlier, some one day later, more in summer and less in winter.

4. Sunflowers are not only beautiful, but also very interesting. Each sunflower has five petals, the petals are pink, like a little girl's rosy face; Its leaves are trilobal, just like a butterfly flapping its wings to fly.

5. Two months passed quickly. One morning, the sun was shining. I got up and walked out of the balcony to stretch. Suddenly, I found that the sunflower in the flowerpot was in full bloom. All the flowers had five petals of different colors, including purple, pink and crimson, which were very beautiful.

4. Is there a poem about sunflower? Abelmoschus manihot.

Tree south of Jianmen. Move to Huixian Pavilion.

Jin shui Rao Hua Yan Minshan takes Julia.

Wen Jun gave birth with shame. Goddess jean ping ting.

Rotten, red and purple. The fragrance enters the embroidery.

In the early summer

It's sunny in April and sunny in the rain, and Nanshan is clearly turned into a household.

There is no catkin because of the wind, but the sunflower is sunny.

Tenth five-year military service

When you join the army at fifteen, you won't return until you are eighty.

Every villager said, "Who is there at home?"

"Looking ahead is the royal family, and there are many pines and cypresses."

The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus and the pheasant flies from the beam.

In the atrium, Lvgu is born, and in the well, Lvkui is born.

The grain is planted, and the sunflower is harvested as a soup.

The soup rice is cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be.

Looking east when I went out, tears fell on my clothes.

5. Beautiful sentences in bronze sunflower The sun shines on the river, and there are countless gold spots shining on the water. These lights, with the ups and downs of water waves, suddenly came into being and went out. The reeds on both sides of the river, with the movement of the clouds in the sky, are illuminated by the sun for a while and covered by the shadows of the clouds for a while. Clouds, big or small, far or near, sometimes completely cover the sun. For a time, the sky is dim, and all the light on the river is extinguished, only a blue one, but it can't be covered for a long time. When the clouds go to sunrise, the light seems to be brighter and sharper, which makes people's eyes unable to open completely. Some clouds only cover a corner of the sun, and the reeds are bright, dark, bright and green, while the dark one is dark green, and the distance is almost black. Clouds, sunshine, water and endless reeds are constantly changing, and the sunflower is fascinated.

Speaking in March of this year. The spring in barley fields is unparalleled. Colorful wildflowers, one flower, one cluster, one or two plants, are dotted in the fields and by the riverside pool. There is oily green everywhere. Magpies, grey magpies and all kinds of famous and nameless birds fly around the fields and villages all day, singing endlessly. After a long winter's silence, there are more boats sailing, and from time to time, they slip through white or brown sails. The sound of trumpets, the barking of dogs and the laughter of mulberry-picking girls sounded from time to time, making March very lively. The earth is full of vitality.

The night wind is light and the moonlight is like water. Everything indicates that this is a gentle and quiet spring night.

However, in the middle of the night, when the barley was in a deep sleep, the sky suddenly changed. Soon, a strong wind came from the horizon. The wind was like thousands of black monsters, whistling all the way with their mouths open and their tongues rolled. Wherever he went, dead branches and leaves, dust and floating soil all rolled into the air and floated around in a hubbub. He lay on the ground silently. I don't know how long it took him to wake up. He leaned against the haystack and stood up slowly. He saw the sunflower ―― she was still running under the water curtain and shaking her hand at him.

He opened his mouth, exhausted all his strength and shouted: "sunflower-flower!" "

Tears welled up.

At that time, it was raining cats and dogs, and in the endless sunflower field, thousands of sunflower plants, with big and round discs, were uniformly facing the golden celestial body rolling in the air ...

When Sunflower, a seven-year-old girl, went to Okawabe, the rainy season was over, and the sunshine that had not been seen for many days, like clear running water, poured down in the sky. The sky, which has been low and gloomy, suddenly soared and became high and bright.

Big river, a big river with no head or tail. I don't know where the running water comes from, and I don't know where it goes. Flowing day and night, the water is blue. There are reeds on both sides of the river, which escort the running water from west to east. The swish of running water and the rustle of reeds seem to be affectionate whispers. Running water is flowing among the reeds, and it looks like intimacy. But in the end, it flowed away-the former flowed away, and the latter flowed again, endlessly. The reeds were shaken by the running water, and the trembling leaves seemed to be tickled by the water playfully. Every day, every month, every year, water and reeds play with each other without getting bored.

She looked at it, watching its flow, watching its ripples and waves, watching it take away a few wild ducks or leaves, watching ships of different sizes pass on its chest, watching the midday sun dye it golden, watching the sunset in the evening dye it rouge, watching countless raindrops fall on it, splashing a little silver water, watching the fish leap from its green waves and draw a beautiful arc in the blue sky.

The old elm tree in the eyes of sunflower is getting smaller and smaller. The red tile-roofed house in the cadre school also gradually disappeared behind thousands of reeds. She was so scared that she didn't feel scared. She just sat on the boat and wept silently. At present, it is a hazy green-that green is like water pouring down from the sky. Sunflower is very lonely. It is the kind of loneliness that one bird has the sky in Wan Li but can't see any other bird. The bird is flying in the open sky, only hearing the lonely sound when its wings cross the airflow. It's vast and boundless. Clouds of various shapes float around it. Sometimes, the sky is simply bare, without a trace, like a huge bluestone. When it is really lonely, it occasionally chirps, but this chirping makes the sky more spacious and its heart more lonely.

6. Poems about Sunflowers: In the Early Summer, Sima Guang

Early summer in April, the weather is clear and warm, the next rain has just cleared up, the mountains after the rain more verdant and pleasant, the south mountain is becoming clearer.

There is no willow Catkin in the wind, only the sunflower is open to the sun.

Tang Yanqian Okra

The moon petals are cut into pieces, and the long rows of flowers are decorated with sounds.

A little heart in the sun will bear more rain and dew in the sky.

Jiang zhong mo kui

The dense leaves protect the British, and the summer in bloom is already deep.

Mo Yan's color is different, but he is still sunny.

Huang Kui Song Liu

Yellow flowers are cold and unattended, and they fall in love with the sun alone.

Mei Yaochen sunflower

This heart is not born with a rising sun, but it is willing to believe that the grass can drown it.

It's really like thinking about belonging to the country. Who can hold it all the time?

Yong sunflower

Breaking the ground and pointing to the blue dome,

Cui Miao Yu Li mu spring breeze.

The sun is full of spirits,

Wolangzi comes with a rich body.

Elegant charm always exists in a noble place,

Good flowers don't lie in chaos.

Although not a former guest of Qing Di,

Smile openly and calmly.

Sigh sunflower Dai Shulun

See the flowers fall today and bloom tomorrow.

Flowers bloom to the sun, and flowers fall into the moss.

Since different flowers, see when a few days back.

Liu Kezhuang Sunflower

Growing in the shade of ancient walls,

The garden is barren and the trees are deep.

Have you ever been exposed to rain and dew,

Don't change your heart.

7. Sentences about sunflowers, The summer when sunflowers are in full bloom-F.I.R. cherry blossoms float over the autumn season when you and I are apart. Tears hurt and I can't express the repeated struggles in my heart. The umbrella was opened for you, but you stepped on the blue asphalt road and forgot to take the customary road. Are you afraid? Do you miss you? The sunflower in summer doesn't say that the sad words are confused. The reason can't hide it. Thank you for accompanying me through every step. The flowers will eventually wither and there is no way to care for it. It's a very difficult road to touch the depths of my feelings before I can understand happiness. After a thunderstorm, the sun is still bright. After the rain, the sunflower will accompany you quietly. I will remember every sentence. In the strange future, I will be braver to step on the blue asphalt road and forget to take the customary road. Are you afraid? I miss you. The sunflower in summer doesn't say that the sad words are confused, and the reason can't hide. Thank you for accompanying me through every step. The flowers will eventually wither. I can't take care of it any more. It's really a difficult road. I can't take care of happiness until I touch the depths of my feelings. After a thunderstorm, the sun is still bright. After the rain, the sunflower will accompany you quietly. I will remember every sentence. I will be braver in a strange future. Thank you for accompanying me every step. The flowers will eventually wither. I will be braver in a strange future.

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8. The sentence about sunflowers, where there is sunshine, there is sunflower, so I will never leave you.

Love for you is as warm as a sunflower, and some are as silly as a sunflower.

//,sorrow to the sunflower, never to the sun.

A sunflower blooms on a grave without sunlight.

Sunflower is sunny because it is afraid of losing the love of sunshine.

Sunflowers on the edge of the wooden house have been blooming persistently in the direction of the sun.

Not all flowers are sunflowers, not all flowers can keep up with the footsteps of the sun.

The sun shines on sunflowers forever.

Sunflower always turns towards its own sun and never leaves.

╰ (Sunflower) is always inseparable from the sun that belongs to it.

Sunflower without the sun is the departure of the sun or the abandonment of the sunflower.