It's nothing more than vermilion, the blood of heroes through the ages.
I still love camellia, it opens a foot.
Who stops embroidering when the film is thin, Qing Xiang is like making tea.
The wind cuts the sun and dyes the fairy, and the flower blood dyes the fairy.
Spinning heart draws whiskers, serrated leaves are trimmed.
Leng Yan fell in love with spring, Yunnan planted camellia according to the spectrum, all the trees swallowed fire together, and the remnant snow burned red for a long time.
Seen from the side of the ravine, it is called painting eaves teeth.
Spend time in a scholar's house in the Near East, so that you can bring wine and tea.
Shallow is Yu Ming, deep is victory, big is camellia, small trees are red.
Green wings are high, leaves are high, and Zhu Ying is full of flowers.
Who planted this old tree in the past, and there are thousands of red flowers shining around it.
The jade emperor packed up and sent it back to heaven, and he was afraid that Yunyang would not have this flower.
More or less bright, the moon moved and caught the window screen.
Flowers are so rare that they were once commented by Su Gong.
Mountain flowers come out late and don't smell classics.
Huang Xiang was the first to blossom. He and Ju were of the same age.
Every day is another day, and the red ribbon is not diminished.
Before the flowers fall today, I look at people complaining about Sun Xiu.
Put early spring branches alone and fight snow with plum blossoms.
White tea is also a few products, and jade is particularly smart.
Recently, it has become strange and famous.
The spring return of Shanhuashan is not over, and it is at the peak of bloom.
Fame is more than friends, and it is in the ice and snow every year.