Withered Flowers Poem by qin xing
Withered Flowers
This flower,
Her bud in December month days,
Just blooming endings of the Spring Festival in February,
In the spring of march.
This flower on my desk computer, standing for more than one hundred days.
Yesterday I gave them a photo.
I don't have the record when they bloom fresh appearance,
But I will keep them wither handsome,
They once delicate and charming let people endless imagination.
Beauty is not in the tentacles wan,
Is in the mind of infinite shore.
I love this, very beautiful. Reminds me of something my boyfriend wrote for me, called wildflowers and wild fires.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 12:52:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You have allowed this beautiful flower to remain in your room on your computer table, letting it wither slowly! But you have captured its beauty, before it faded in your camera eye to keep it ever fresh! A lovely poem Xing!