Stand in a row in the early morning of autumn
The flying red flag is still there.
The sunshine sticks gently with the wind.
The naughty song is still there.
A river of spring water brings the joy of birds singing.
The ripples of the wheat awn are still there.
Are there any girls to choose from?
Rain and dew, clear springs, and flowers remain the same.
If you can't see clearly whether it's a flower or a butterfly
Please open your heart.
When in the air,
Smell your scent first,
Only from the dense branches and leaves,
Find your hidden face.
Show your beauty and charm,
This is the desire of all flowers;
And you, if it weren't for
Reveal the fragrance, maybe,
You will give up humbly
Flower youth.
You don't have a pretty face,
But let your yufen,
How dark is it?
Proud beauty.
Osmanthus fragrans, standing on a line for ten years.
Line up in the garden
The wind will send you far away.
The warmth of the journey
Someone will drool for you.
Laurel, but I'm still waiting.
Waiting by your side
Touch your little face
Stare anxiously until your eyes are tired.
A starry night
You really come
Raise the tip of nose
Half-closed eyes
Enjoy a kind of greed
in (sb's) dreams
Sporadic breeze
Send you body fragrance.
Faint, faint
The autumn wind blows bitterly.
The grass is yellow.
Autumn wind swaying
The leaves withered sadly.
Only osmanthus
Not afraid of autumn wind soaking
Still in full bloom
Although not as delicate as begonia.
Not as rich as peony flowers
No roses to flirt with.
But it smells good.
Incense yard.
Sniff in the park.
Autumn perfume.
I like osmanthus.
I like its modesty.
Like its simplicity.
I like its calmness.
Just like this, a little flower.
A little flower
Orange bud
So forgetful
Bloom one's mind
Just because the sunshine in autumn is too bright.
So a hint of warm green overflowed her cheeks.
How much affection is sprouting unexpectedly.
Like the sun.
after a short warm spell
Like charcoal fire.
In the years when we first met.
Under that beautiful laurel tree
A lingering whisper
So indescribable beauty.
As picturesque as a poem, it is inexhaustible
every time
Her heart shadow
Always dancing a picture of autumn wind.
Write a deep feeling.
Also picking
embroidered
The most beautiful and exciting thing in that memory.
First met