A beautiful poem praising flowers.

A cluster of peach blossoms has no owner, and the lovely deep red loves light red.

The peach flew away and burned its brilliance.

In April, the world is full of beautiful scenery, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

Rain hits pear and closes the door. Forget youth

The lotus leaf on the second day is infinitely blue, and the lotus flower on the second day is of different colors.

Xiao-he just showed his sharp corner, and the dragonfly had already stood on it.

Clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved.

Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Haggard, who can choose now?

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely