I found some compliments.
Can you have a look at the following:
white birch
Vyazemski
Among many beautiful trees,
White birch seems to lack poetry;
But it contains the prose of the motherland,
It makes people feel cute and amiable.
This is the sweetest song,
This is the kindest news.
As long as it makes a sound or two,
We can perceive infinite meaning.
This is a messenger sent abroad,
It's our closest friend,
It is a path in the jungle, a fountain in the desert,
Is our guide in a foreign land.
Facing this symbol of Russia,
Which of us can't touch the truth?
For us overseas travelers, Birch,
You are a letter from your mother.
(Translated from "18 ——19th Century Russian Landscape Lyrics")
Small birch tree
Bezmansky
In the gloomy pine trees, in the dark willow trees,
Little white birch is slim and graceful, wearing a silver dress.
In the face of her reserved beauty, tall trees bow to pay tribute,
In front of her reserved beauty, Wan Huahua bowed down.
She is slim and gentle.
She is dignified and self-respecting, never frivolous,
She smiled and won the love of Mother Earth.
The rustling of leaves is her greeting to Mother Earth.
As long as I see her, my heart will beat wildly.
The lovely and beautiful image of the little birch will accompany you all your life.
(translated from ancient waltzes, Romans and folk songs)
Sorbus dongbeiensis
Vyazemski
The sorbus in front of the house, the lush sorbus,
Your flowers are covered with branches.
Lush sorbus, delicate sorbus,
The white velvet flower makes people fondle it.
"Put away your ruby necklace,
The sorbus fruit is already red. "
I put sorbus in my hair,
It makes my hair black and oily.
In the evening, I walked happily into the street.
Bathed in gorgeous and charming light.
My soul mate is with me,
Black-eyed girl with me.
(Translated from a poem by Vyazemski)
lilac
Victoire
The morning breeze is blowing, and there are thousands of rays of sunshine.
Dewdrops hung on the grass tips,
The garden is fresh and comfortable.
Lilacs and flowers are in full bloom,
The flower shadow is elegant and fragrant,
Where is my happiness?
My life, my life,
I've only been happy once-
Look for it in lilacs.
Flowers attract bees and butterflies,
The green leaves cover the flowers,
My poor happiness was at that time.
(Translated from Russian Romantic Songs)
The pods are red.
Russian folk songs
The pods are red and ripe.
I saw the character of a stranger.
I understand his virtue, what kind of virtue!
I no longer respect him: he has gone to find someone else.
He went to find someone else, and I didn't argue with him-
He is really something. I don't deserve him!
I found someone else and he didn't believe me.
He came to me for verification.
Let him check, what's there to say!
I only said to him: you are lovelorn!
You lost your love, it belongs to someone else-
Another young man won my heart.
The pods are red and ripe.
I saw the character of a stranger.
You lost your love, and I made up my mind:
Another young man won my heart.
(translated from Russian folk songs and romance)
Linglan
Fett
Lily of the valley has just emerged from the snow.
Call for warm sunshine.
You are like a pure virgin.
Give off a charming fragrance.
You are like a beautiful spring,
How many dreams are contained in this!
The gift of vibrant spring-
You are so charming!
You are a maiden's first sigh-
I don't know the specific reason.
It turns out that this is the first spring tide.
Ripple in the girl's heart.
(Translated from "18 ——19th Century Russian Landscape Lyrics")
Forget-me-not flower
Vyazemski
You are surrounded by joy,
You are the embodiment of wisdom, and you are beauty.
If you want to ask who made me miss you so much-
It's you! It's you!
Look around, you conquered us,
Everyone fell in love with you at first sight.
If you want to ask who has the biggest crush on you-
That's me! That's me!
Before, I only knew the pursuit of happiness.
Like to fly around among flowers;
But now I'm focused-
Miss you, miss you!
You say "I love you" more than anything in the world,
Your saying "I love you" makes me extremely happy.
If you want to ask who is lovesick-
That's me! That's me!
(translated from Russian folk songs and romance)
Chrysanthemum in autumn
Grei
Autumn chrysanthemums, poor sad flowers,
Flowers are silent and thoughtful.
The flower shadow moves gently, and the gloomy branches fall.
On this late autumn day, you spit out your heart.
The sun shines brightly in autumn, how can we drive away the cold?
The west wind is tight, but it is spring.
Seeing your rustling, you sigh again and again,
Full of compassion, what can I say when I am disappointed!
All the flowers withered, and all the flowers suddenly became disabled.
Dead leaves are scattered in the wind and scattered in the dust.
Only green chrysanthemums, not afraid of the new moon cold,
I mean to welcome the spring, but I didn't expect my life to be complete.
(translated from Russian folk songs and romance)