Hua Lei's Poems

The spring rain is falling and the plum blossoms are dripping; Green smoke blows from the branches, and silver thread hangs at the bottom of the flowers; The morning light shines on the mountain, the dew is tender and the bud is being relaxed and free; Chanjuan blooms small buds, and red powder fills Qingxitou.

The grass by the green river is blooming with green flowers; The breeze blows bamboo, and the new raindrops are moss; A longer bud blooms one after another; Dark fragrance adorns the branches, refreshing.

Deep in the mountains, a little sunset shooting; Plum blossoms are in full bloom and Xia Hong is smeared; The spring scenery is good all over the mountain, and a bud is fragrant; Who wins fireworks, HongLing entangles flowers.

Qingming gradually enters the night, and apricot flowers outline; Pomegranate is in bud, and lotus blooms moths to put out the fire; Full of spring scenery, flowers love wine; The evening breeze blows cold plums, and the coolness is full of dreams.