Three sentences are enough for the poem about the coral tree.

Ink clouds blow rain and frost, and coral trees are red all over the ground. Old grinding and stepping on cigarettes make the fire boil fluffy. The waves in the cold river are dancing outside the snow, and the ancient style is stirring in the clouds. Seeing through the smell of Taiguan sheep, the mountain benefits the dream first. From: "Dreaming of buckwheat porridge, Remembering its Scenery" Year: Song Author: Hong Ziya ...