Peony poems

Peony flowers praise you as April's lover. I can't tell who it is.

Who gave it endless charm? You are a hundred flowers.

Surrounded by fairies. The whole city is magnificent.

Everything in spring belongs to you. It's a woman of Datang, thick and faint.

Clear water produces hibiscus. This is a public office.

A well-known legend. You have something you insist on.

Flowering period and regularity. Never the son of heaven

Forcibly opening is to open life to the extreme.

You are a flower that burns in people's hearts.

Throughout the ages, how many people have come from afar?

Take your blooming face away.

Those literati in the distance tried to use the most gorgeous

Language: description, description or praise

I can't even get there. Your true beauty

Born only for nature. You stand in April

In my arms, standing in simple soil. human

Standing in your colorful velvet robe