Poems describing cherry blossoms in Wuhan

The poem describing cherry blossoms in Wuhan is as follows:

1, I'm glad to meet Taurus, and I miss my hometown at night. Yan Yan let go of Bahe Road and looked at the top of Mangling Mountain seriously. Monks in Baima Temple pray for blessings, while Buddhists on Longmen Mountain pray for blessings. I just want to send the plague back to the blue sky in peace as soon as possible:

2. Warm wind brings spring, and all trees laugh. Looking up at the starry sky at night, flowers are blooming, and teenagers are worried about the sky.

3, spring is warm and red, and pear blossoms are brilliant. Step by step, I am afraid that flowers will fall in love with spring.

Cherry blossoms were very popular in COVID-19 last year. Zhongchun, Youwu University, affectionate.

5, a piece of cherry blossoms is snow, cherry blossoms are as clean as snow. The old fork sends out new buds, and the young buds are fluttering. In the old days, my friends and I swam slowly, and the flowing stream and clear sea water flew into the stream. Today, my hometown is back, and the splendid scenery has changed.

6, the cherry blossoms in mid-spring are first, and the powder is low. Looking at the clouds from the sky, it is difficult to move at close range!

7. Last year, the cherry blossoms in Wuda University were silent, and this year the campus was crowded with tourists. Splendid clouds are dyed, and East Lake is full of spring scenery.

8. The spring breeze is graceful and the white cherry blossoms are beautiful. Meet again in the world of mortals, before the heart butterfly kisses the moonlight.

9. Peach blossoms have withered cherry blossoms, occupying the chaos of the Spring Garden. It's different to stop and smell the fragrance, and the years turn to sunset.

10, cherry blossoms are red and willow leaves are green. In the sound of swallows, acacia is another year.

1 1, cherry blossoms fall to the end of the stage, like a bed leaning against a fumigation cage. Much like last year today, hate is the same. Clouds gaunt, tears red. Where is acacia bitter, the screen window is drunk in the dream.