How to write poems on Apple

1. Purple sugarcane pulp in the white jade plate and crystal capsule at the bottom of the green lotus leaf. There is no apple anywhere in the world, but the most fragrant one in Jiangnan.

2. The wind blows up the apple blossoms on the horizontal embankments, and the birds in the village gardens where the fruits are ripe are chirping wildly. The sound of rain fell all night, and the sound of dawn continued, and the mountains were filled with mangroves and partridges singing.

3. The north and the south are both in trouble and dust, so who can be so kind to the country? The green mountains have been endlessly joyful since ancient times, but gray hair is even more embarrassing now. They have been separated from each other and traveled together in reverse, unable to return to Laojiangtan. Hometown apples must be ripe, don't send children to pick up hairpins.

4. Apples are inedible, so where can the clear frost fly? Once the autumn water falls, thousands of miles of white clouds return.