A beautiful prose poem describing morning glory: the hedge of morning glory against the years
Full of purple fragrance
Trumpet with enthusiasm
Tell the story of the village.
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Lianbuqiong Louyuyu
Please don't climb pavilions and waterside pavilions.
Zuixi Shan Ye Tianyuan
Kaimanhuangjiaocun lane
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You are a simple rural girl.
There is simplicity in beauty.
There is stubbornness in cuteness.
Dress up an ordinary village
Beautiful flowers, quiet and serene.
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Catch up with the happy events in the village
You are as shy as a bride.
Raise the horn of enthusiasm
Bring the love of the country
Singing everywhere
Poetry 2, a beautiful essay describing morning glory: the morning glory on the outer wall of the courtyard is not so deep.
Will you meet your face again?
Your thinness in the corner
Tears time
I miss you because I don't know the cold.
Have you ever heard of the symmetry of her ring dance?
Broke his wings overnight.
Like a heart
I don't know if the night didn't inspire you.
Do you still teach lacquer night calling?
I'm already worried. It's up to you.
Single-line participation
I'm so sorry for you, tears streaming down my face.
The weakness of closure makes me understand you.
But blood can't leave your face for life.
Missing all one's life
Poetry 3: The Beauty of Morning Glory: I wonder where you come from.
Go along the path you have taken.
So you're just like me.
All in the countryside, born and raised.
Each season
You are punctual for your appointment.
Simple and elegant, autumn wind welcomes the morning.
Keep one's promise to go to the countryside
Get up earlier than me
You wake up as early as in the morning.
Wearing a beautiful long skirt
Sing softly
Then, after sewing, go home.
Beautiful prose poem 4 on morning glory: fragrant morning glory
Climb on the messy branches
Dewdrops jump on the flower's face.
Like tears
Clear and transparent
Shining brilliance
Think of the songs I sang when I was a child
Petunia
Bamboo fences are everywhere.
One by one.
play the trumpet
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Just returned to
Myths in childhood dreams
Remember that time?
Your morning glory wreath.
Put it gently on my head.
And said it was beautiful.
Like what? Bride?
Bloom happy flowers in your heart.
Hand in hand
Like a deer chasing the sun
Kill the fun
When autumn comes.
Weeds on the roadside are turning yellow.
Obsessed with morning glory
Let the cold wind blow.
Water pink deep purple
Bloom under the blue sky
Morning glory is not charming.
But it's pathetic.
Morning glory is not rich.
But it makes people homesick.
Not the most beautiful flower
I like ...
Flowers in the wind, flowers on the roadside
Smell your fragrance.