Poems about irises, ancient poems about irises?

Iris] (Xi Murong).

Iris] - Please be silent and never me again.

After all, we must leave this soft and clear.

A spring day with a slightly moist wind.

The light around is delicate and tireless.

A world that presents all life processes.

Even if you try to expand the small pleasures.

Savor it with concentration.

Calm happiness is as long as possible.

That is between the beginning and the end.

The enigmatic distance is still unmeasurable.

This infinite loneliness, this must be burdened).

All the memories are not very far from me.

Just the moss marks we once walked with reflected in the silence of the forest.

But there is a feeling that I don't know for sure.

After finding the right words, I gradually lost my control.

In the end, I'm to you.

Just like the deep purple irises are to this spring.

After all, we still have to turn our backs on each other.

And at this moment, this extremely beautiful time has finally become a sound).

Dry foothills Zhan Bi dry foothills, hazelnut and hazelnut. Brother is a gentleman, and Ganlu is a brother.

Serbi Yuzan, Huang Liu is in the middle. Brother and gentleman, blessing will fall.

The kite flies into the sky, and the fish leaps into the abyss. Is it a gentleman, but not a man?

Sake is loaded, and oysters are prepared. To enjoy the worship, to introduce Jingfu.

The people are on fire. Brother and gentleman, God has labored.

Mo Mo Ge Root, applied to the strips. Brother gentleman, ask for blessing and don't return.

Modern Poetry. Iris] (Xi Murong).

- Please be silent and never me again.

After all, we must leave this soft and clear.

A spring day with a slightly moist wind.

The light around is delicate and tireless.

A world that presents all life processes.

Even if you try to expand the small pleasures.

Savor it with concentration.

Calm happiness is as long as possible.

That is between the beginning and the end.

The enigmatic distance is still unmeasurable.

All the memories are not very far from me.

Just the moss marks we once walked with reflected in the silence of the forest.

But there is a feeling that I don't know for sure.

After finding the right words, I gradually lost my control.

In the end, I'm to you.

Just like the deep purple irises are to this spring.

After all, we still have to turn our backs on each other.

1. Tianmen winter and summer iris soars, and the keel of Xiangyun Taige is molted. - Night Dream and Luo Zihe on the name of medicine poems" Song Zhu Yi.

Interpretation: The irises bloom in the summer of asparagus, and the herbs fade their branches among the pavilions.

2, "Iris".

- Please be silent and never me again.

After all, we must leave this soft and clear.

On a spring day with a slightly moist wind, the surrounding light is delicate and tirelessly presenting the world of all life processes.

Even if I try to expand the small pleasures, I try to prolong the calm happiness that I savored contemplatively.

The enigmatic distance between the beginning and the end is still immeasurable.

All the memories are not far away from me, just in the silence of the woods where the moss marks we once walked together reflected.

However, there is a feeling that I don't know for sure, and even if I find the right words, I can no longer control them.

At the end of the bridge, I am to you what a dark purple iris is to this spring, and I will still have to turn our backs on each other after all.

I didn't feel that there were new poems, and I was obsessed with it at first glance. Parking and taking photos is the time to be amazed!