1: An orchid blooms in spring
Just cut out a few spring petals
Cut them into the shape of an orchid
Then,
hang a bunch of bells for the wind
In front of whose window
Ding dong green
It’s the dance of the soul in the morning light
In the distance
There is a bird called Time
Standing on a sunny branch
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Green
How to Sing
The Song of Time
Waiting
Season
Spring is blooming quietly
Two: Orchid flowers are blooming
In every lonely season
There will always be such One or two sad things
make us feel
this world will eventually have shortcomings
Then, the orchids bloom
It is in a corner of this city
Innocent and romantic
Rejoicing in other people’s joy
Sorrowing other people’s sorrow
It It's so small
Like a gentle drop of rain
Meeting into the sea, making no sound
And all of it
It’s only open for half a season
Who will be moved by it
I always have this suspicion
Even if I shed a tear for it
Grieve for it once too
This is not too much to ask
Because it has its half-season insignificance
We also have our A lifetime of pursuit and hope
Yes, we still have a longer way to go
Just before leaving, let’s watch the orchids bloom again
It will also bring us hope and blessings
In every corner of this city
It will also accompany us all the way
Three: I am an orchid blooming in the valley
The wind is my lingering
The rain is my singing
Roots, deeply rooted in the soil under my feet
That is the chest of the motherland
Thoughts condensed in the wilderness
Fragrance blossoms in silence
The grass sways the charm of spring
Hidden in the lush foliage
Taste the warm sunshine
Lander to the dance steps of the bees
The wings of the butterfly
Occasionally, a smart little bird
Chirps, bright and shy face
Don’t be depressed by the hardship of life
Don’t be depressed by abandoning dissidents Joy
Only a wordless drift
Guidance, the direction that refreshes the heart
At that time, time has already settled into glitz
The wind, The madness that swept me over
The pure heart maintains the eternal beauty
Pine, lingering and low singing
There is also a deep attachment
In the way of the soul
Flowing through the beating heart
Born in a corner where no one is paying attention
Preaching, focusing on the distant gaze
Simple, a cluster of orchids
Strong, rich, and fragrant
Whether you are born at the end of the world or at the end of the world
All of them are enriched with touching plots
The image of the quiet valley and the beauty
It is an eternal feeling
Singing the motherland, it will be glorious forever
Four: You are like an orchid
Through the lonely, long winter
In this March
I hope to meet
You are like an orchid
Although you come from the mountains
The flowers are fragrant
It is in a dream
I am looking at you from afar
Flowers are not people
People are more than flowers
No matter where you are
Love your family is better Love yourself too much
Self
Five: I imagine being under the magnolia tree in spring
The trees are full of branches
When I dip in the ink and Feng Shui, I can paint them;
Enlightenment of understanding things from afar
The spring breeze often brings out good verses;
The messenger of the flower god with wonderful pens,
Introducing the gentle breeze reflected in the spring song
Reflects the movement of the pen tip;
The ancient times return to the elegant and prosperous times, leaving the painter
to pursue the dream of the dark and light;
Write the rhyme to see the journey at a glance ：
The fragrance of flowers that rides on the wind
A city flower is conceived
Counting the monuments to soften the words
Putting a pen on the beauty of spring Amazing writing;
The academic origin of Demeng Fengyi
Spiritual practice is vast in the sense of it;
Leveraging the mystery of passion
Watching the breeze come because the tree is sleeping;
Poems about the mad desire to climb up
The question of spring fragrance is singing;
The passion of the jade in the heart
Who carries the pen tour
Easy and unrestrained in full bloom;
The tree is full of handsome reputation and returns to the glorious day
Ever new mood;
Like a must-read,
Like a good policy,
Like a great virtue,
Sit down and get drunk in one place, Chengjing arrived early
Lotus throne;
The etiquette and music of writing a calligraphy and painting,
This poem and painting is a rare treasure
Quietly in the city
One branch overflows naturally:
Every strength is
the mountain of books in the chest,
a gift from heaven that overflows with ideal power
Remember everything that is neither long nor short
Even though - famous sages have written ancient and modern chants:
In the outstanding world, the flowers that cover the times are generous!