June, the modern poetry of frangipani in the community.

Joe doesn't fight for spring. In the community.

Plumeria blooms late and enters mid-June.

Only under the scorching sun can it bloom calmly and bloom for the second time.

Spring is back, and she hasn't taken off her winter clothes to keep out the cold.

The swallow's whisper didn't wake her from her long hibernation.

Save the energy of sunlight,

Absorb enough nutrients from the land,

After a winter and a spring break, she kept the momentum.

A cluster of scattered green leaves grows from the end of each branch.

Eight, ten, twelve, the number of leaves is different.

But they are all fat and tender.

So atmospheric, elegant and green.

Rongcheng in June,

Although there is plenty of rain, the sun is burning and steaming.

Plumeria, not Miss Jiao,

I have never been afraid of scorching sun moxibustion and wind and rain baptism.

Compared with the hometown of South America,

She thinks the conditions here are quite superior. Now,

It's time to give it to yourself.

Green is not enough.

You should also present a wisp of fragrance and the beauty of bonus.

From the end of the branch, in the green leaves, at night.

Many buds were drilled out and stretched into a red five-swing skirt in the morning.

By the wind, while blowing a faint fragrance,

Dancing with beautiful pictures.

Who can compete with you in this hot summer? In the hot air

She kept shaking off the petals,

Let people pick it up, dry it, make tea,

It can clear away heat, promote diuresis and relieve summer heat. Do you know that?/You know what? Friends,

Plumeria devotes itself to our health until we die.