A poem praising Hongshan

Yingshanhong Song Dynasty

Fu Yuan

Countless mountain flowers laugh at the spring breeze, and the water is different.

It's called Yingshan. It's very light, but it seems to reflect the Red River.

Rhododendron tangense

journey

Rhododendron, what's the credit for resentment?

Suspicion is blood in the mouth, dripping on the flowers on the branches.

One cold night, some wild monks.

Xie Bao couldn't get out, and it was slow and oblique.

Song of cuckoo

Liu guisun

Golden duck incense burns midnight smoke, and the empty bomb is precious and resentful.

Rose snow in the east wind, cuckoo in the spring breeze.

Song of cuckoo

gumbo

Looking at the emperor for a thousand years, the spring mountains are windy.

For people with white voices, the year is an extra reward.

Lonely and desolate, enchanting and raining.

Poor blood spilled and I'll never see Can Cong again.

Explanation: Rhododendron, (alias: Yingshanhong) So, the poem about Rhododendron is the same as Rhododendron. For reference.