Beautiful prose poems about writing flowers

The most striking thing is the pot of Phalaenopsis. The stem of Phalaenopsis is very high, and several flowers are crowded on one stem. The following is my collection of beautiful prose poems about flowers for your reference.

A beautiful prose poem about writing flowers Part I: Flowers are drunk, the wind shakes gently, and flowers are drunk.

Pink, light yellow, light blue, lavender,

It's beautiful. Flowers are drunk.

The wind shakes gently,

Flowers and bones are blossoming, and thousands of flowers are blooming.

It's beautiful. Flowers are drunk.

The wind shakes gently,

Magnolia, lotus, seaweed and grapefruit are all fragrant.

It smells good, and the flowers are drunk.

A beautiful prose poem about writing flowers Part II: A dream and a flower The north wind is blowing in this desolate village, and I am quietly staring at it in the south.

I remember, in my dream. I seem to be back in this place.

Leisurely, the dream carries the memories of childhood.

My feet kissed goodbye on the sticky yellow soil, one deep and one shallow. The chimney of the old house is filled with familiar smoke. Sparse and continuous.

I know that this night, a dream and a flower. Petals always fall in my hometown that I know but have never reached.

Beautiful prose poems about flowers Part III: Life and death are flowers Author: Marvin

Life is as beautiful as flowers.

Death is as beautiful as flowers.

When flowers bloom, they touch spring.

A faint fragrance filled my heart.

Flowers moisten the earth when they fall.

Dedicated their lives

People splash ink gracefully.

Four seasons flower fragrance

Use tearful and gorgeous language.

Charm the melancholy in my heart.

Turn flowers into music and start painting.

Smell the wind and smell the fragrance.

The sound and meaning are poetic and picturesque.

My heart breathed a sigh of relief and my hatred melted.

It blooms every year and withers every year.

The spring curtain reveals the inside story of the second summer.

The wind is light and the water is hot.

The spoony petals are full of fragrant paths.

Wandering quietly in the warm sunshine

Flowers symbolize the beginning of spring and the prosperity of summer.

In the life journey of flowers

No farming, no fertilization, no watering.

But she didn't lament.

Still walking in the trajectory of time

Deduct into graceful youth.

Because she knows that she is a flower.

Should bloom the fragrance of life.

Play a flowery language with a clear voice like water.

Don't spend the splendor of summer flowers.

Walking into the quiet beauty of autumn flowers

A few autumn rains and autumn winds

Push away the chrysanthemum's heart

Shaking a shy smile in the wind

Echoing the pink roses in the distance

An emotional pulse gently shakes into the embrace of autumn with the wind.

Flowers are shyly singing love songs with butterflies.

Everything looks quiet and comfortable.

A moment of beauty can change a lifetime of love.

A little bit of emotion slowly settled down.

It constitutes the eternal beauty of the world.

Sometimes flowers are lonely.

Can only turn dreams into regrets.

Turn pain into tears

Flowers fade like falling tears.

Clear the dream of the earth

Who knows that in that gentle gaze

There is a sad and romantic heart hidden deep.

The lonely story of flowers is not covered with dust by the yellowing years.

A lovesickness, a concern.

Just waiting for the years to look back

You can also see the affection of flowers.

Plum blossoms in winter refuse to come near spring.

But there is rhyme in the fragrance.

Don't try to destroy the north wind.

Love fire with boiling flame

Burning and baking

The cold of winter

This is the life of flowers.

Short but noble

A beautiful prose poem about writing flowers Chapter 4: Did the rain hurt the flower's heart? Did the rain hurt the flowers' hearts? The flowers are crying.

Who will comfort you?

Flowers, don't cry,

Rain is falling all hurt you unintentionally, and we met in a hurry.

I love you. It's hard to be a man's wife.

Love deeply but want to leave,

Is the wind blowing off the flowers, or is she looking for the rain of love?

Life and death are allowed,

Flowing water with flowers, deep and leisurely, meet again after the rain falls in this life,