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Just talking about purple makes people think of a faithful love. Purple lentils are no exception. Purple lily flowers are also flowers that show nostalgia in love between students at school age and the fact that it originates from an ancient legend and has been passed down by word of mouth to this day. fade away. The mausoleum flower is exploited by many poets to convey messages. Each falling petal begins a separate story of each person. This time, Review.tip.edu.vn will come with you to find poetic ideas about mausoleum flowers.

By mausoleum

Author: Thu An

Purple shimmering a path
Bang Lang on the street dearly calls summer
Hurry up and wake up
The sun is shining brightly, summer is coming!

Eyes wide in surprise
Oh, the dreamy purple color of passersby
I love the petals
Soft and thin is so cute,

Love the roads more and more
A place full of purple flowers entangled a person
Oh flower, let’s bloom so fresh
Always give life a taste!

Show me the person I love
Walking on familiar streets every day
Dreams and nostalgia are intertwined
Forget the hustle and bustle

Only passions remain
Only this flower color remains forever.

The color of flowers causes memory
The color of flowers causes memory
Purple shimmering a path
Purple shimmering a path

With thin wings

Author: Thuy Cat

I have half a season of love left
Heavy on the afternoon petals, old school
With swaying branches swinging
Inviting purple flowers in the sun and rain..

I’m about a lonely step
The old gate closed, a nostalgic sky
The lesson plan pages are not the same
A line of white chalk with similar areas..

“Love you in the beginning
Foolishly giving love poems
Look at me shyly silent
Who cares how many people are lurking behind
Poor letter crumpled
Hiding behind a sleeve, the beginning is hard to forget”

I returned, that day was sad
Sad voice he sings a few words
Dawn is still beautiful in the sky
My corner is half-burnt at sunset!

Thin wings are still round
The love season is back, who still remembers who?

Flowers have many meanings
Flowers have many meanings
With thin wings still round Love season is back, who still remembers who?
With thin wings still round Love season is back, who still remembers who?

Purple with mausoleum

Author: Ruffled hair

Summer is coming, your smile is purple
Of the mausoleum earnestly calling the exam season
Feet hesitantly step on the path
Fear of hurting the petals that are in bloom.

My dark purple eyes worry
Worry about the exam season and the color of flowers
With a wonderful purple mausoleum, earnestly
That memory is so full of nostalgia.

Dye your lips purple with broken lentils
Write a silly poem on a flower petal
My heart is afraid of summer going away
The purple smile and the petals are gone.

Miss eyes, lips, purple smile
The tombstone I gave you when we were together
He engraves the image forever
Let your heart always dye purple flowers.

With a wonderful purple mausoleum, it's so earnest- That memory is so full of nostalgia.
With a wonderful purple mausoleum, it’s so earnest- That memory is so full of nostalgia.
Flowers with messages
Flowers with messages

Purple bitter melon

Author: Nguyen Minh Phu

Once upon a time, I loved purple
You say that the purple color of loyalty
The purple flower stalk is so beautiful
Purple lily flowers even on the page

I fell in love with my first love
Beautiful and gentle purple shirt with mausoleum
All nights sitting under the moonlight
That shirt color is still shimmering

And also listen to my heart
This love is only purple and you
The letters I opened and opened
I still send the lily wings in it

Lilac flowers gently flutter in the wind
Purple in the afternoon, purple in dreams
Summer, I’m still waiting, waiting
Since then, every season flowers bloom

The wings are pressed together in the notebook
Until now, purple color is still pure
But I’ve gone the other way
I chose pink instead of purple

Wings of the king of mausoleums are sad in the heart
Nostalgic but the purple color has faded
Wings fall, leaving only stalks and calyces
That flower has fallen with the memory

The old dream under the moon I swear
It’s gone like the wind blowing the clouds away
The old moon was hidden by clouds
The color of that shirt is sad and purple.

How many poets send their hearts to the fragrance of flowers
How many poets send their hearts to the fragrance of flowers
Purple in the afternoon, purple in dreams
Purple in the afternoon, purple in dreams

Pale color

Author: Yes Thi

Purple mausoleum blooms this season
Stepping back to the street corner
Tears welled up in my eyes
Turning back time is so sad

Just a year ago, I hesitated to hold hands
Lovers send their love
Glimpse of just one school year
People’s hearts change, who can predict

Light purple color fades and changes color
A little pink charm is now silver as lime
Summer noon picking up fallen petals
Arranged into four letters fade the love story.

A familiar theme of poetry
A familiar theme of poetry
Summer noon picking up fallen petals- Arranged into four words, fading and breaking love.
Summer noon picking up fallen petals- Arranged into four words, fading and breaking love.

Purple remembers by mausoleum

Author: Royal Orchid

I went back to the old way
Looking at purple flowers flutters many memories
The day I met you, I gave you a purple flower
Smiling lovingly is so charming

I wander on the small street going back
I always follow, you let me give it!
The street is wide, only you are quiet
I can’t, please nod!

Day after day on the small path you passed
Salty mauve flowers show off purple color
The color I love, the sweet scent of love
Sunshine, purple glitter, glitter

Do purple flowers bloom in the old way?
The color of love is now the color of memory
Dear darling, can you hear my sobs
The wind shakes the branches, thinking that you are just a shadow…!

Beautiful flowers through each idea
Beautiful flowers through each idea
Author Hoang Lan
Author Hoang Lan

By mausoleum wharf

Author: Mac Phuong

Because of the helplessness.

Send your thoughts in poetry every day.

Never met face to face.

But it’s as if this life has a soul.

Belated lips with peach cheeks.

The years send sincere wishes.

Time passed quickly.

Love is like falling smoke.

This afternoon, the wharf is empty.

The boat she smiled at the sunset.

With a heavy debt to the soul.

Purple velvet nostalgic restless people go.

Ve song lyrical music.

Seems to regret a spring past

Just a stranger.

Randomly meet in life.

Give each other a little smile.

But why can’t forget the fluttering words.

Raise your head and ask the sky high

Which wharf ground clouds have each other?

By mausoleum wharf
By mausoleum wharf
Raise your head and ask the sky high - Where are the ground and clouds together?
Raise your head and ask the sky high – Where are the ground and clouds together?

Purple flower season

Author: Lagerstroemia purple

Do you know when Ha comes back early?

I’ve been waiting for you to say goodbye

When I was a student, I was in the same class… in the same school

The color of purple flowers still remains the old poem

The weather is getting cold and the buds are pink

First dew branches sprout green shoots

The original name is still there

Let’s swear to each other forever

Spring is over, I don’t come back

The sound of cicadas agonizing under the trees

My heart is filled with so many memories

I lost my now strange hand

Two turns… I walk two ways

The back of the street is already sleeping

The first love at that time also faded

The purple flower season gradually drifts into the memory domain.

Purple flower season
Purple flower season
The color of purple flowers still remains the old poem
The color of purple flowers still remains the old poem

Purple nostalgia by mausoleum

Author: Bao Chau

Gone are the days when the mausoleum blooms

I’m still here, why are you hurrying to cross the bridge?

Still silently searching for the bottom of the deep river

Pick up the mausoleum we lost a long time ago

Remember a time when love was like honey

I give love with all my love

Leaving you, my heart will forever remain

How long do you miss to send love poems

I lost you tears shed small tears

How many times have you wrung your arms around?

Bang Lang!…

I don’t sleep too long

Let us remember to bring sorrow to look forward to

Today’s canopy is knitted with sunshine

What kind of sunshine do you try to come here

Heating my love from the cold today

Winter has come to measure nostalgia

Bang Lang, when will it bloom?

I’m here to open the door to welcome you back

The golden rays of sunshine spread warmly across the country road

I will wait for you to return to me

I wait for you, my heart flutters

Dear heart, are you small?

Remembering… falling into… in the heart again?… butt…

Bang Lang, the winter night is coming

Purple nostalgia by mausoleum
Purple nostalgia by mausoleum

Love the wings of the mausoleum

Author: Nguyen Dinh Huan

    With nostalgia to play with

    Once upon a time we were in love

    Remember the afternoons

    On the old road there are many flying leaves

    We are holding hands

    The bright yellow sun captivates people’s hearts

    I’m happy to see you smile

    Sweet and lovely lips.

    The kiss that we gave

    Hold my hand and lead me into the future

    Years of love will never fade

    Even if you are far away, you will always remember the mausoleum.

    Did the old people know?

    Going back to the old place in my heart to miss someone

    Miss the deer-eyed girl

    Pink lips and long fragrant hair

    Hair has faded now.

    Why is the old love forever lingering in my heart

    Bang Lang has now blossomed

    Time fades the pink shadow not to forget.

    Love the wings of the mausoleum
    Love the wings of the mausoleum
    Love the wings of the mausoleum
    Love the wings of the mausoleum

    Purple flower with mausoleum

    Author: Fuji

    I still remember a time when I loved purple flowers
    Sad flowers in the middle of the night
    Soft scent spreads sweet lips soft
    I still call it a commemorative flower

    I still remember a shelf of purple flowers
    When I was a student, I was still stupid
    Season of loving and cherishing love poems
    Who is shy and loves the white shirt

    I still remember the quiet summers
    Shining in the sun, there’s no one left
    Wings of lemurs ponder long nights
    Loving cicadas sighing instead of singing

    How many seasons have passed by the fading moon
    How many seasons have been forgotten by the mausoleum?
    Mossy dust covers people’s way
    The season of sadness and crying for the unspeakable….

    Now, the mausoleum still gives life purple color
    Loving the time when the white shirt was in the heart
    Innocent age dreams forever searching
    Now recalling a time regrettably….

    Purple flower with mausoleum
    Purple flower with mausoleum
    Purple flower with mausoleum
    Purple flower with mausoleum

    Purple incense of mausoleum

    Author: Dung Kim

    In the afternoon of Hanoi, the sun let down the street

    Purple lily has bloomed in spring

    My heart suddenly misses an exam season

    The warm scent of a dream

    Dating words for longing lips

    Which eyes move the heart of love

    To mourn the silence of the afternoon

    To the place where many things are waiting

    Who can understand the pink heart brings

    Knit bracelets send a little bit of love

    The grip that imprints on faith forever

    Praying to give, keep, now give

    Wishing abundant satisfaction in the morning sun

    Together we are full of joys and sorrows

    The pink scarf I embroidered with the word Love

    As for the word Remember pink lips, please send a message.

    Purple incense of mausoleum
    Purple incense of mausoleum
    The mausoleum dyes the sky purple in Hanoi

    Purple flower season

    Author: Hoang Trong Loi

    Purple mausoleum blooms in the corner of the sky

    For someone to remember a bygone era

    A time when pearls dreamed flowers

    Remember the elegant white shirt in the school yard

    The road is lined with trees

    The wind shakes the fallen purple flowers on the path

    When we meet, we don’t know what to say

    Afraid to walk together on the same road

    Then the heart will forever remain

    Following the same years, the old road

    Every time purple flowers are in season

    By swaying the wind, the old shape is back.

    Purple flower season
    Purple flower season
    The road is lined with trees- The wind shakes the fallen purple flowers on the path
    The road is lined with trees- The wind shakes the fallen purple flowers on the path
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