At the peak of summer,
Look up. No, Carola.
Shade, rain and wind,
Naive old Li Min Huan. ?
Green leaves encounter frost,
Broken.
People are straight and straight to the branches.
Proud and mean.
Poetry 2: Walnut Tree Praise
You are in the spring season,
Grow green flowers like caterpillars,
The naughty boy took it off and put it in the timid girl's bag.
So you are beautiful, too.
Gullies, sloping fields and wild beaches are all your rooted homes.
Drought, rainstorm, scorching sun, wind and frost are all blocked by branches and leaves.
In the hot summer sun, you are like a huge, open umbrella.
When the fallen caterpillar falls under its body,
You are green and round.
In the autumn harvest season,
Your smile is the most beautiful.