The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. Only peonies are the true national beauty, and they move the capital when they bloom. Hundreds of flowers will always hate the wind, but only Yanghua will love the wind. Where the apricot blossoms are red, the green hills are missing, and pedestrians rest on the mountainside. The branches are growing in the infinite moon, and the flowers are full of natural autumn. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The peach and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze, and the sycamore leaves fall in the autumn rain. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair is flying around and attacking people's skirts. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, there will be chrysanthemums. When the mountain flowers are romantic, she laughs in the bush. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red. Hibiscus comes out of clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed. Chanjuan is like ice and snow, and the spring breeze still smiles at Begonia.