Poems describing osmanthus trees

1, the color of rock trees is chaotic with autumn clouds, and the early autumn wind touches the nose. When you come back from your hiding place, you won't get it, and the old man will miss you.

2, blowing the old west wind millet full of tips, the weather is cool and helpful. Shadows shake jathyapple's cool waves, and Chou-heung is high. Wan Dianjiao's yellow light is intoxicating, a cool and moist dragon robe. The silver side enjoys endless benefits, and the bed alone is prosperous.

3, autumn mountain, osmanthus everywhere. The fragrance floated intentionally, and Coody Leng dropped silently. The moon broke into pieces, and the wind gently shook several trees. When the night is cool, the golden millet falls and meditates at night.

4, the west wind chips break a few _ gold, and the magic fragrance is heavy. Blowing into the hidden tree in Wang Huai, there is a dust-removing heart in the middle.

5, high-climbing talents are stained with green clothes, competing for beauty and suppressing pornography. Whoever gets seeds from the moon will be crowded with people every year.