Canna leaves,
Gradually from green to white,
Turned into a thick green,
It's so thick, it's almost flowing down.
The top of the canna,
Even more spectacular,
Clusters of stamens are like candles,
Like a torch,
The longer it grows,
She giggled.
The door is about to open,
The door is about to open. ...
One morning,
The flowers are finally in full bloom,
Bright flowers,
Like red lotus reflecting water,
Dazzling red.
The breeze blows,
Petals are like independent petals,
Beautiful butterflies are dancing.
That's beautiful,
I'm so drunk.
A gust of wind blew,
The dragonfly flower shook a few times,
How charming,
Like a girl in a flowered skirt,
Dance beautifully.
Morning glory climbed up the tree,
Naughty and willful,
Free and unfettered,
It's like a little granddaughter pestering grandpa.
The fruit of morning glory,
Like a small lamp,
Hang down,
It seems that,
Looking for the right place,
Then drop a bullet,
Let it be, on the lush leaves,
Rippling with emerald green.
Fragments of Ye Er,
Twinkle and twinkle,
Like a girl's face.
There is residue on the tender leaves,
A drop or two of rain and dew,
As clear as tears.
(2)
Charming, autumn dew drunk,
The robes and green sleeves are decorated with red faces.
Yu Ji only smiled at the overlord,
Tears fell on the edge of Wujiang River.
Canna,
Blooming red,
Yellow with black spots,
Big flower,
With his mouth wide open,
Smile at the bright spring.
Canna is like,
Shy little girl,
Stick out bright red flowers.
Canna's flowers look far away,
Like a burning flame,
Looks like a little girl at close range,
The red bow on the head.
Canna,
Broad leaves,
Like a handful,
Green banana fans.
The red flowers of Chinese rose,
Blooming in the branches,
The color is too strong,
So pure,
Without any noise,
It's like,
A burning flame.
(3)
In spring, please bury the silver embryo in the ground, and in summer, come with a fragrant dress.
Red and yellow have no intention of spending the summer vacation, and autumn flowers are actually conscious souls.
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According to the dazzling red courtyard, it is best to be yellow and have a beautiful head.
Heartless, relying on new makeup to do late autumn. What's wrong?
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Xiao Yuan Qiu Guang was dragged away by the rain, and it was slightly cold with dew.
Yellow, red, beautiful, first prize raised, green fans dancing in the wind.
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Look at Kerry's books as light as ink and think about those beautiful poems.
A sacred piece of music and a harp watched Hong Fei go to the far south.
(4)
Have you ever been to canna,
That's a,
A colorful world.
In the hot summer,
Like swords and halberds,
Green stems,
They all bloom on their heads,
Huge flowers, (please read the next page)
Flaming red,
Like the Red Army,
The red tassel on the head of the gun.
I admire the power of canna.
In early winter,
Deciduous trees and herbs,
Has withered and failed,
Canna still shows that,
Stubborn vitality.
A winter wind blew,
Bright red flowers at the top of the branches,
It can give off the fragrance like spring.
And new flowers,
As the branches and leaves sway in the wind,
Like to dance lightly,
Is so casual,
So open-minded.