Begging for poetry, paragraph 3

The gardener (original edition)

Spring breeze urges peach blossoms and plum blossoms.

Rain and dew moisten new buds

I'm a gardener. I work hard to cultivate.

Colorful all over the world.

Huayu (original)

After the dead of night

Hundreds of flowers are blooming.

Words are like incense.

Flower language is color.

This garden is full of beauty.

A strange smell came to my face.

Colorful place

Semantics are the hardest to guess.

Mid-Autumn Festival (original)

A bright moon is hanging in the sky.

Wanjia denghuo Xi Tuan yuan

How many parting things in ancient and modern times

The moon palace Chang 'e is the most pitiful.