Poems in shallow summer

The circulation of seasons and the review of years have taken away many spring flowers, but they have not affected our mood. At the moment, the summer flowers outside the window are still blooming, which is faintly meaningful.

In early summer, there are beautiful hydrangeas blooming in the branches, crowded and crowded, countless clusters, colorful flowers and green leaves, which have become beautiful poems in summer.

Let the shallowness of May be clearly extinguished in the gentleness of summer flowers, and the charm of the exhibition will be stretched out, and the feelings on a leaf will be deeper and deeper.

"High branches and carved rain, a thousand flowers and white jade balls." This is the summer hydrangea, the blooming of summer flowers and the glory of life.

The wind blows the fragrance of flowers, and the shadows of flowers float all over the sky, and the vast waves of smoke sway in front of your eyes, causing ripples in your heart.

Spring is a sea of flowers, a feast and romance of flowers. The beauty of a season lies in flowers, from grass color to thousands of flowers.

Woody hydrangea is the most beautiful flower in spring. In April, it is like a group of snow-white elves, with a ray of light green shadow, jumping on the sunny branches, and meeting it seems to meet the beauty of spring.

Mu Xiuqiu is elegant and plain, as pretty as a girl with branches. This kind of light is top-grade in design and color, plus a touch of green, just like a woman with long sleeves and good dancing, which opens the fragrance of plain notes in the brow of the season.

"In the past, the express kiosk once looked at the snow, and today the flowers bloom like snow." A breeze blew, and it was not flowers or snow, but a clear dream of this season.

They say there is no trace of the wind, but it is not. Those flowers full of red flowers, remember the wind, remember the distance of the season, and leave the imprint of flowers in the footnotes of late spring.

Crossing the seasonal wall courtyard, I came to the early summer. In the faint time, one season flowers bloom and fall, and another season summer flowers slowly sway and fragrance.

The most indispensable ornament in the season is the blooming of flowers. When the hydrangea blooms backward, the hydrangea begins to appear black and pink. Different from the single hydrangea, colorful hydrangeas make this season instantly more beautiful and vivid.

Just like this time in summer, it is shallow, warm and complicated, which is unique to summer.

Brilliant May day, with seasonal customs, walking among hydrangea flowers. Carmine is warm, pink is youthful, white and green are pure, purple is dreamy and blue is endless summer. Every plant is attractive and different.

This hydrangea is the danqing of time, which not only lights up the seasons, but also decorates the scenery of the four seasons. Spring with flowers and trees is beautiful, and summer with gorgeous flowers is endless.

Life should be as gorgeous as summer flowers, but the beauty of life lies in its tranquility, its silence and joy, its unique fragrance and narcissism.

The silence in this faint summer meets hydrangea, bringing out the breeze in the season. The wind blowing through flowers is gentle and moist, and the scattered tranquility becomes dew on the petals of buds, as thin as crystal and as cold as dust dreams.

Blowing between you and me, the beauty washed away will make time forget the steps ahead, and let you and I also reap the fragrance and abundance endowed by this season.

Crystal curtains are breezy, the branches are full of hydrangeas and the summer rhyme is long. There is no medicine to relieve anxiety during this time, but the mood among the flowers is naturally as refreshing as the fragrance of a cup of tea, warm and pleasant, and the flowers are beautiful.

The flowers in season are the wine of time, which can be used as medicine, cure the heart, meditate, live forever, and the wind can be used to sleep on the moon and play. A hydrangea tree is tender and tender, and its poems are stained with fleeting dreams.

The wind blows on the forehead of time, and the flowers fall on the fingers. Personnel are complicated and there are countless flowers and plants. The passage of time echoes with time, the fragrance warms people's hearts, but Xia Feng is warm and quiet.