Poems about flowers and trees

Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low.

A tung tree on Luoyang water was trapped by frost waves.

Yellow, orange and red persimmon water chestnut do not envy Wan Huhou on earth.

The fragrant garden is full of plums and the mountains are surrounded by boats. When I am free, I add wild interest, reeds are swaying everywhere, egrets are in four seasons, and the wind bamboo and Qian Qian trees.

Moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream.

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers.

I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.

When the sun sets, it is beautiful, and the flowers and plants in the spring breeze are very fragrant.

Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.