1, "Begonia in the Same Generation" Yuan Yuanwen
Layers of leaves grow between the new branches of begonia, and the little buds hidden in them glow a little red. Be sure to cherish your heart, don't bloom easily, let the peach blossom fan bloom in the spring of spring breeze!
The new green leaves between the branches of begonia are layered, and the small buds are hidden and reddish. Be sure to cherish your fragrant heart, don't bloom easily, let peach blossoms and plum blossoms bloom in the spring breeze!
2, "The Banquet Du Qing Lilian Haitang" Song Haowenying
The trunk of a begonia is like a pair of faithful flowers. Red flowers are in full bloom and green leaves are drooping, guarding the couple like begonia. Beautiful roots are intertwined underground, and delicate flowers, like delicate box fans, make women jealous and sad. The boundary is bright and full of wax, beaming, and the toad feels cold and ashamed.
The trunks of begonia are connected together, just like pairs of dependent mandarin ducks, with flowers in clusters. Red flowers bloom luxuriantly and green leaves droop, as if guarding the tied begonia. Beautiful roots are intertwined in the ground, and delicate flower tips are like delicate frame fans, which makes boudoir women jealous and sad.
In the warm spring breeze, the begonia flower sleeps like a beauty, lying on the intersecting branches, like a lover entering a sweet dream, leaving a Hosta shaped like a swallow's tail on the pillow. Affectionate people hold high red candles and shine on the beautiful begonia, which makes them feel happy. When Chang 'e, who lives alone in the Moon Palace, saw this scene, she felt even more bitter and sad.
3, "Haitang" Song Sushi
The east wind is full of worship, and the fragrant fog turns to the corridor. I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep in the middle of the night, so I lit candles and put on red makeup.
In the faint moonlight, the spring breeze is gentle, and in the mist filled with flowers, the moon inadvertently passes through the hall and corridor. I was afraid that the flowers would wither in the middle of the night, so I lit a tall candle to see the beauty of this begonia flower.
The east wind blew away the faint clouds, revealing the moon, and the moonlight was also faint. The fragrance of flowers melted in the hazy fog, and the moon had moved over the cloister in the courtyard. Because I was just afraid that the flowers would wither in the middle of the night, I lit a tall candle and refused to miss the opportunity to enjoy the blooming begonia.