Modern poetry with a hundred flowers blooming

Hometown, wake up in the spring rain, flowers bloom.

The mountains are attached to plants, and they cling to them.

I can't trace it back. When have I ever peeked, Peach Blossom?

Apricot, pear, plum, rape and pea flowers

Hu tofu pudding, when can it penetrate, the warmth of the earth

The most beautiful mountain, I wonder how many wild flowers are waiting.

Dating, playing games, fighting

Tung flowers cover the mountains, grass grows and warblers fly, just like marriage.

Those wild roses are in full bloom on the fence.

I stand on the high mountain, and the door of youth is open to me.

Flowers bloom like pregnant women and give birth in spring.

Born in a mountain village, I really don't know the names of those flowers.

Dog tail, wire connector, corydalis saxicola, clove with hairy leaves.

Agrimony, Ranunculus ternatus, Saxifraga and Polygonum multiflorum Thunb.

Mustard, Lysimachia christinae, Rosa spinosa, Primula.

Rhubarb, clove, Thalictrum, ground vegetables

Citrus flower, cajanus cajan, rattan, dandelion

Osmunda root , cordate telosma, wild lily, cactus

My wife is a flower lover.

The balcony is a hundred flowers garden, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Flowers bloom in four seasons, life is longer than Nanshan, and happiness is auspicious.

Love plants, love flowers and love urban and rural areas.

Mountains and plants are inseparable, and people and flowers are interdependent for a long time.

The beauty of wild flowers, the simplicity of mountain villages and the beauty of the countryside.

Everything changes in the picture of flowers, fresh and pleasant.

Exaggerated Haikou, this life, accompanied by flowers.

Long-term dependence, loved people, how can a yellow flower be thin?