Poems in Yanling, Henan Province (edited by myself)

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Yanling in Hu Axiang

Wheat is green and full of rain and dew. The fog is boundless, and the trees are in front of the misty rain.

A refreshing spring breeze. Spring birds know the way and step into orchids to live.

The wine smells good, and the tea will tell stories. Men and women are one, soaking in hot springs.

Create a flower town to get rich, entertain guests with scented tea, and go to Garden Road.