Liao Xingzhi's Wild Flowers
After the vegetation is rejuvenated, all kinds of mountain flowers bloom naturally. A slightly drunk tourist arrived, and they had their own friendship to play butterflies.
Warm days will make flowers beautiful, the wind will blow hard and berries will not be sent away. Quiet and muddy are absolutely noisy, and Qingyang should hate Mo.
My hometown occasionally smells wild flowers. Author: Chen Wenwei
Chenopodium used to be a busy spring, and Mozi Castle Peak can be seen everywhere.
Don't live in a secluded place for the sake of bamboo forest. Go for a walk around wild flowers when the wind is good.
Wildflower author: Zhao Fan
Wildflowers spit everywhere, and grass smells only in spring.
This day is nothing, this body is not a free body.
Flower and fruit author: Yang Wanli
Wild flowers and fruits are absolutely fragrant, and pedestrians don't know their names.
Bees and butterflies eat food, and apes and cranes eat rice. There is no dispute about their mouths all their lives.
Recalling Pingquan picking lotus flowers recalling wildflowers Author: Li Deyu
Although I visited Luoyang Road, I don't know the flowers in my hometown. Xiao Yi remembered the snow, and thought of Guanling in sunny days.
The valley is deep blue, and the village is full of Liu Yin. Looking at Longmen late, who knows the little silver family.
Spring Festival Evening Hiking Author: Yin Yao
It's a lonely night, and hiking is not uncommon. Wildflowers become seeds, and Jiang Yan leads chicks to fly.
Dark grass grows moss, while the sun sweeps away rocks. Amateurs still talk about this, and I forgot to answer it.
Three authors of Shushan: Zeng Ji raccoon
Caofeng branch road is about to be broken, and the wildflower mountain washed by rain is even colder.
Xiling Donggang is smoky, and Nanxi Beijian River gurgles.
Point crimson lips by Zhang Lun
In spring, when you enter the mountain house, you can climb the cave alone. Wild flowers are blooming. Xiang Ying sleeve. Laugh at the scene, not frown. Spring is hard to last. After flying wildly. Have you remained young?
Qingping Music Author: Wei Zhuang
Wildflowers and herbs,
Lonely mountain road.
Liu spoke early,
Melancholy, sweet, old.
Ribbon regret knot concentric,
Zhu Lan thought deeply by himself.
Dreaming of a half-bed slanting moon,
The wind blows the piano in the small window.