The first chapter: ode to osmanthus in August. I like the smell of osmanthus.
That golden flower lit up the soul;
Although the appearance is not as elegant as peony,
Inner quality is the king of flowers.
I've seen osmanthus in the mountains,
Like being born and growing up,
I don't know when and where, several osmanthus trees settled there.
I smelled the fragrance ten miles away.
I also like osmanthus trees on the roadside.
Give the car passion as soon as autumn arrives;
Give your green to the road,
This car is noisy and dirty.
Osmanthus bonsai is small and exquisite,
Can be placed at will;
Jade branches and jade drops make people feel happy.
The autumn wind blows incense all over the court.
Gui Huayuan, the new capital of Gui Hu,
That is the most famous place in Tianfu;
Once I go, I can't bear to part with it.
Fopa in Lu Rui is really intoxicating.
imperial examination system
This is the ideal of life,
Raise a glass at night
I will never forget Chang 'e, WU GANG.
Keywords osmanthus wine, osmanthus pulp,
Gui Xiang fluttered in the air;
In fact, osmanthus relies on the most beautiful quality.
The incense is on the ground and on the moon.
There are osmanthus trees in the front hill.
Thousands of people love osmanthus fragrance;
Thinking of osmanthus wine in Wugang,
The coolness of the night is swept away!
Chapter two: Poems about Osmanthus fragrans in August: Autumn in August.
Osmanthus fragrans, you opened it.
Wind, taking advantage of the night
It's drizzling, squeezing through the curtain window.
Put your scent
Come into my dream.
No friends, no company
I rushed to Hong En Temple Park early in the morning.
Guihuade home
Because last night, I dreamed.
You languish in the rain.
You are floating in the wind.
It rains and sweats.
Running all the way, missing all the way
Ruthless wind and rain, osmanthus fragrans
Your rich smiling face, can I see you again?
It's a good thing you still smell so good
You are still so colorful.
In the stream, in the pavilion, in the mountains.
I am greedy.
Greedy you
A rich, intoxicating and refreshing fragrance.
I'm addicted.
Indulge in your place
The beauty of silver, gold and orange
I like it.
Love your reserve in the green leaves
Love you in the autumn wind
Elegant figure.
I open my hands.
Hold you in my arms
Kiss softly and suck deeply.
Your body smells good.
Infiltrate the nostrils, dissolve into the blood and stay in the heart.
Osmanthus fragrans, I am drunk
Flushed, excited, and excited.
Heart, are you ready?
Osmanthus fragrans, I am really drunk.
At your colorful feet
In your crispy arms
Chapter 3: A poem praising osmanthus fragrans in August. When I woke up, the sweet-scented osmanthus came to my nose.
Warm fingers, touching your chest.
This is a strong fragrance, sweet temptation.
Attached to the wind, freely flowing and flying.
Every autumn, I am always confused: small
Why do yellow or orange grains of rice always come out?
Such a huge amount of energy seems to have passed for a long time.
Only with the integration of love can we indulge in singing in an uninhabited wilderness.
In the bleak autumn, the fragrance is dense.
Like the warm sunshine in autumn, eyes and soul are together.
The reflection is bright, just like the golden light quivering gently on the ripples.
Chapter four: On the ode to osmanthus in August.
Carefully fight for research.
Until the flowers are refreshing.
Has been discovered.
Surprised at her slender waist.
Or does the sapling smell of flowers?
People are competing to tell.
That early blessing