This poem is as follows:
First: "Falling flowers are not heartless things, but turning into spring mud is more protective."
According to:
Autumn wind rustling, bauhinia trembling slightly, dancing with the wind, into the embrace of the earth. This inch of land, a space, is its habitat. Once upon a time, it took root here and grew up under the nourishment of the earth and the care of the sun ... It did not forget its mother's teachings and selflessly gave people everything given by nature, so that people could share the beautiful scenery of this autumn.
Second: "But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken."
There is really a feeling of "but I still remember that night, that storm, and I know how interesting the flowers are"!
Third: "Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees."
It turned out to be the beloved bauhinia, which bloomed overnight.
Right,