The sunshine in summer is sweet and soft, and plants are singing and laughing in the morning. Spring blossoms and new moons are everywhere. Vegetation is abundant and spring is bright. Green trees are full of songs and sighs at night, and joy is like a dream in spring. Flowers and plants add colorful, beautiful and dazzling. The voice outside is passionate, and plants welcome spring. There is also a village, with a bright future, but only plants have spirituality.
The green leaves are beautiful and full of vitality. How mysterious the branches and leaves are, bathed in moonlight and intoxicated in the night. A bright moon shines everywhere, and everything is quiet. Branches meander like streams, and slender waists adorn the night sky. Plants and time are active, and the green sound is always warm. ?
About writing poems that plants can quote (ancient poems)
After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. Li Bai, Bihe, the ancient style gave birth to a secluded spring, and the morning light was bright and fresh. Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. Plum Blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and hanling opened them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Under Wang Jun's tomb, there are no boys in Li He's life, and he still sings dragons in the water.
White grass invades smoke to death, and autumn quinoa turns red around the ground. Ancient books are flat with black stone, and Excalibur is broken with bronze. Agricultural potential expands and graves are closed. Chrysanthemum hung wet dew, spine diameter lying dry. Pines and cypresses are sad and fragrant, and there are a few nights of wind in the South Garden. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.