Flower language (with the song of Anes at the end of the text)

Jimmie 2022-04-21 09:03:13

Poem (2010)
8.6
2010 / Korea / Drama / Lee Changdong / Yoon Jing Hee Lee David

• The flower as red as blood, the flower language of cockscomb is shield, the shield that protects us. • The red camellia, the flower of autumn, the flower of pain. Grandma's favorite flower. In the world of flowers, red flowers represent pain, white flowers represent chastity, and yellow flowers represent glory. • The last thing to put on the teacher's podium is a white flower... • There are many showers. As a carer, I bathe the president, provide services to the president and take a bath together... Finally, when I trimmed my grandson's nails, I said, "The body must be clean, and when the body is clean, the mind will be clean." • The song of Anes (mythical figure) How is that place so lonely? It's still sunset at night. Can you hear the singing of the birds on the trees? Can you receive the letter without a stamp? Can the words be conveyed? Time has passed, and the roses are gone? It's time to say goodbye. Like a still wind, like a painter, like a painter, a date that has never been made is a secret love. My miserable ankle floats into my mouth. The leaves of grass have been following my little footprints It's time to leave Now when the darkness comes can there be light again I'll pray and pray that no one will cry again I'm so sincere in love I hope you can know one of the summer days Waiting endlessly during the day An ancient alley like a father's face Sitting shyly A lonely wild chrysanthemum I am so in love with your weak voice My heart is beating so much I bless you before the sword reaches the opposite side of the river My soul breathed desperately I started to dream On a clear sunny morning I could see you next to me with my swollen eyes just woken up

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  • Tamara 2022-03-29 09:01:07

    I still feel that some people in the world are very inferior and should die quickly. For example, children like grandma’s grandson have no brains, no morals, and no emotions. If they live on, they are useless to mankind and society. If the grandmother had been alive, dementia would technically have helped her write poetry with metaphors. Grandma is a person who writes poetry with life.

  • Adam 2022-03-22 09:02:46

    How to write a poem? To look at the apple but not to look at the appearance, to taste the apple but not to taste the sweetness - to feel it with your heart; to question - to ask why the birds sing and why the flowers bloom; The flower is as red as blood, the hat falls in the wind, the apricot falls and waits to be reborn, forget how beautiful it is, remember how real it is, no need for rhetoric, because poetry has no end.