Look, the nanmu is young and exquisite, with green leaves crystal clear and as beautiful as a paintbrush; the slightly taller one is long and slender, standing gracefully like a slender dancing girl; the thick one reaches directly into the sky, supporting a green cloud. , like a giant pillar reaching into the sky.
Thousands of heather trees, tens of thousands of privet forests. ?
The mountains are full of egrets, and the white apes sing in the streams. ?
Don’t go to Qiupu, the sound of the ape will break the hearts of the guests.
——Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu"
The pomegranate tree is the tree of acacia.
There are banyan trees in the south and a breeze in the north.
I want this kind of love,?
each other’s hearts are like nan trees,?
No matter how strong the wind is, how cruel the season is,?< /p>
Waiting devoutly,?
I want this kind of life,?
You smile, the wind is sunny?
You cried, the lingering rain?
And I love the clouds that never rain,?
From the horizon to your forehead, your arms,?
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In that weather that can freeze my breath,?
I can still pretend to be insomnia in my dreams,?
I want to live like this, ?
Has your shadow, ?
And your eyes.
A transverse flute reminds the wind to dawn, the inkstone is fragrant and the ink is light, the spring and summer are blooming, and I hope that the nanmu here has its own support. ?
What's wrong with having the power to dominate the world? ?
Aspiring to live up to your ambitions, I have you by your side. ?
Although the dragon flying to the nine heavens is majestic, ?
I travel with you and live close to the mountains, ?
Can it be inferior to the temple? ?
Beside the nanmu tree, I express my sincere heart. The sound of the wind, the chirping of cicadas, bypassing the shade of the nanmu trees?
Sneakly blowing away my straw hat and falling into the sparkling stream?
The language of the wind, the collection of leaves, the spots under the moon Flying fireflies?
Please tell me where is the way home?
The wind blows the pansy under the fence?
I am in the petals Write a letter to ask Feng'er to send it to you?
The ballad of the wind and the rain tell the legend of the forest?
The butterfly net cannot catch the wings of the beautiful dream
< p>The water pounded the mica, and the wind swept away the heatherThe nan trees were dark in color, and the riverside was covered with green.
In front of the thatched cottage leaning against the nan tree on the river, it has been passed down for two hundred years.
I don’t know if it rains at night in the mountains and the heather flows in the morning.
The scenery is vast, the smoke is sparse, and the dark brown trees are dense.
The red heather leaves show through the curtains of spring, and the memories are made up into brocade leaves.
Pan nan is surrounded by roses, and pines and cypresses are hundreds of feet strong.
When I first heard the heather chant, I paid tribute to the two capitals.