The short copywriting sentences about peony flowers are:
1. In April, each peony plant grows more than a foot high, with thick stems and lush leaves, with dewdrops. Large and small flower buds bloom on the branches. The warm spring breeze blew by, and the buds grew up one by one, showing smiling faces, and the pink petals split.
2. Peony is like a little girl in her hometown, who has enjoyed hard work since she was a child. They don't care about the fertility or barrenness of the land, or the amount of rain. No matter where they are planted, they sprout, grow leaves and shoot with tenacious vitality.
3. The leaves of the peony flower are open and green, with a drop of dew hanging on them. If you look carefully, there are many small flower buds hidden among the leaves.
4. After half a month, the buds of peony sprouted out of the ground, tender, pointed, and red. The ground in my hometown seems to be covered with large carpets of yellow and red flowers.
5. The large petals around it are rippling red waves, rippling with charming rouge. Several thin slices, about two or three layers, are staggered and stretched out gracefully to form a perfect outline. And the center looks like a flower. The petals are thin, slender, and bright red in color, but they are slightly different from the surrounding petals.
6. The peony blossoms bloomed, and the pink petals reflected the little girl’s face and the fiery farm life. A group of little girls were taking a nap in the fields, looking forward to the beautiful harvest.
7. Some peonies only have purple-red "little heads" like small bamboo shoots emerging from the moist soil, peeking out into the vibrant world.
8. In early summer, the yard is full of peony flowers, which are fragrant and pink, noble and charming. When the wind blows, the figure looks like a plump woman, enchanting.
9. The peonies are blooming, and the rich fragrance overflows the bright and clean bedrooms, the joyful farmyard, and the land of my hometown. The peonies are blooming, and groups of industrious little bees are flying in and out carrying small flower baskets, busy collecting nectar. The buzzing sound synthesized a symphony of labor.
10. There are many forms of peony flowers, some are in bud, like a small peach, some are half-open, like a shy little girl who refuses to show her cute smile, and some are fully open. Some are like noble ladies, showing off to others, and some are withering, leaving only the stamens, looking very lonely.