Rhododendrons and bamboos are singing, and plum blossoms fall all the way.
Xinyan is playing the first tune, and cuckoo is singing in the morning.
Cuckoo crows in the forest, thinking from the heart.
There is no home for a long time, and the cuckoo doesn't crow in his ear.
Rocky rivers gurgle at night, and the midnight river wind attracts cuckoos.
2. Poems about partridges
The dance turned over and the lyrics were swallowed.
It's all my fault for carrying Zhang Fu behind my back and mocking others for raising partridges.
Heartbroken, heartbroken, partridges fly out at night.
Today, when you cross the stream, azaleas are singing partridges.
The poor partridge flew to the south of the tree.