Old people cherish youth, and their feelings turn crimson to wild loquat fire trees.
Joan zhi basks in red yarn at sunrise. Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, reflecting that hibiscus is not a flower.
Struggle is rooted in the bottom of the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.
【 Send old friend Jiangling to find 】 Tang Hanyi
The host worships Jingzhou and should come all the way.
Loquat Gate faces Chu Qiu Tian. Smile, drink wine, and go upstairs to town.
Look at the style at this time. I know Xiaoyu is very romantic.
[Send Xue Tao's proofreading book to Shu]
Wan Li bridge girls' school books, loquat flowers live behind closed doors. There are fewer people sweeping their eyebrows now, but it is better to lead the spring breeze.
[Paved with Happy Sand] Tang Mao Wenxi
Spring water gently soaks moss, and loquat rosewood blooms. Stable,
Warmth and hug.
Luo socks gave birth to a wandering girl, and someone brought pearls back. The scent of blue musk deer is released first.
2. Poems describing loquat mountain in spring Tang Yuanzhen mountain loquat, with flowers like peony and blood.
In previous years, it was a good season for mountains to bloom over green hills. The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.
Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac. The golden thread clusters are floating wildly, and the coral stems are broken.
Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun. The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden.
The green pearl language is full, and the Hanwu gradually disappears. Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.
If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte. Yesterday, I first came to Taniguchi to ask each other, and I stopped in front of the mountain.
I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou. Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain.
The sky is high, and the essence cannot be seen clearly, and the ninth grade emperor can't say it clearly. The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.
Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold. Send Xue Tao's school book to Shuzhong, Tang school book to Wan Li Bridge, and live in loquat flowers for retreat.
Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze. Mountain loquat soup Bai Juyi went up the mountain to cherish the years, and he was fond of Dongxi wild loquat.
The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise. Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower.
Struggle is rooted in the bottom of the stone, and there is no reason to touch others. There are two mountain loquat flowers, Tang Bai Juyi, at the entrance of Shu, and a red flower at the top of the mountain.
Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you. Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder.
If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion. "Ode an epic poem for Xue Tao" Hu Ceng Wan Li Bridge Girls' School in Tang Dynasty, loquat flowers live behind closed doors.
It's better to lead the spring breeze than to sweep your eyebrows.
3. The poem about loquat "Visiting Bird in Early Summer"
Year: Song Author:
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.
The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
Alpine loquat
Year: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen
Mountain loquat, flowers like peony, sprinkle blood. A few years ago, I traveled all over the castle peak.
This is a good season for mountain flowers. The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.
Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac. The golden thread floats in confusion,
The coral flower with heavy fiber is broken. Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun.
The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden. Lvzhu said wholeheartedly,
Hanwu's eyes are piercing and he wants to die. Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.
If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte. I came to Taniguchi yesterday to ask questions first.
And it stopped before it reached the mountain. I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou.
Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain. It's too high to see clearly,
In ninth grade, the emperor's voice was not clear. The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.
Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold.
Two Woods
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda
Loquat used to like it, not seeking sweetness or acid.
Yellow mud wrapped around the core and scattered with throwing fences.
Spring breeze opens the door, and the park is as simple as hazelnut.
A plant grows up and looks like Wuqi Mountain.
Last year, I tried to spend a little time, and I got cold.
Turn into gold bullets and board the peach and plum plates together.
It is not difficult for a great king to mediate.
How can an old man be a tree? Find a pretty face with a mirror.
The moustache is long, and he wears a scarf when he smiles.
Yunxian loquat
Year: Song Author: Mei
Loquat is as yellow as orange in May. Who would have thought litchi would be at the same time?
Jia Ming wrote a poem about Fu Lin, but he hated that Hongmei had no poem.
Fruit in the miscellaneous garden
Year: Song Author: Lu You
When acid-free kumquat grows for the first time, seedless loquat is born.
Precious output has been obtained from the secluded garden, and the muddy mash is still in the small tank.
"On February 19, I took white wine bass over Zhan and let you eat Sophora japonica leaves."
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
Loquat is ripe with golden beads, and mulberry leaves taste jade maggots for the first time.
I'll borrow ten lotus flowers for the time being and pour five books on an empty stomach.
Green floating egg bowl, Sophora japonica bud cake, red dot ice plate squid.
Getting drunk and having a good sleep is the real career. I have good taste in my life.
Loquat in seclusion
Year: Song Author: Mei
Loquat may be solid, green and sour.
Macaques must be provoked, but it is difficult to keep the heat.
4. The poem 1 is related to loquat, in Tianping Mountain.
Ming Dynasty: Yang Ji
The drizzle is tender and wet, and the south wind tree loquat is ripe;
Xu Xing didn't remember how deep the mountain was, and Yingying sent it all the way home.
The drizzle wet the flowers of the neem tree, and the fruit of each loquat tree gradually matured under the south wind. Walk slowly along the mountain road, I don't know how far it is. The oriole sang along the road and sent me home.
2. Visit Bird in early summer.
Song Dynasty: Dai Fugu
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half cloudy and half sunny when plums are ripe.
The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
Ducks are playing in shallow water or deep water in the pond, plums are ripe, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy. In this pleasant weather, I gave a banquet and invited some friends to visit the East Garden and the West Garden. Picturesque scenery, particularly comfortable mood, enjoy drinking, some people are already drunk. Loquat in the garden is full of fruits, hanging on the tree like gold, just picking and drinking and tasting.
3. Send Xue Tao's school books to Zhong Shu.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian
Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, closed doors loquat flowers.
Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.
There lived a talented geisha near Wan Li Bridge, and her house was surrounded by loquat wreaths. She lives in seclusion among loquat flowers. Nowadays, there are few talented women like her, and even those who can fully appreciate the artistic conception of literature are always worse than her.
4. The red mountain residence in the boundless river is the best.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
A few light seagulls found a bright green. Where, a pair? Come and take a bath. Read Li Sao's booze carefully and see how good it is to repair bamboo. There are flying springs, daily pearls and 3,000 welcome trees.
Spring rains are raining, and new valleys are planted. Never idle days, sleep yellow calf. Look at the clouds, the wheat ridges and the snow-covered silkworm clusters. If it is enough now, it is enough when it is not enough. With the help of Ye Lao and Shou Shou, the loquat matured.
A few light seagulls came and disturbed the clear green lake. There is also a pair of purple mandarin ducks that come out of nowhere, deliberately playing with water together and playing endlessly. While reading Li Sao carefully, I had a drink; While enjoying bamboo, we don't refuse all kinds of meat. There is also a waterfall nearby, like pearls splashing for me to watch. It keeps pouring, with 3000 hugs every day.
There is plenty of rain in spring, and the newly sown grain seeds grow green seedlings; During the slack season, the calf dozed lazily. The wheat in the field is ripe, like a continuous Huang Yun; The shiny new cocoons in the silkworm room are like piles of snow.
Alas, if you want to pursue the prosperity of life, you can already meet it at present; Xiaomi's bad area is not satisfied, when will Jing be satisfied? Seeing that I was idle, several old farmers invited me to the East Garden for a walk and said that the loquat was ripe.
5. Lang complains about poetry
Han Dynasty: Zhuo Wenjun
After the farewell, the two places hung together.
Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years?
The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.
The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.
I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing.
On the ninth day, you can see the lonely geese, and the full moon in August is not round.
In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven,
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.
Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.
Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.
Our thoughts have really changed since we parted. At that time, I only said that I would meet again in three or four months. Who would have thought that it has been five or six years now. I'm not in the mood to play the lyre or send a letter. I'll wait for you in the pavilion. Even if I have a hundred thoughts and a thousand thoughts about you, I just blame you helplessly.
There are thousands of words in my heart, but I am bored without you and lean on the railing in vain. On the Double Ninth Festival, we climb to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moons. In July and a half, I held a candle to burn incense and asked the sky. The dog days in June are so hot that people are shaking their fans, but my heart is cold.
In May, pomegranate flowers were as red as fire, but they were drenched by a cold rain. The loquat in April is not mature yet, and I am upset in front of the mirror. Spring is busy, and the peach blossoms in March fall gently with the current. In February, the kite broke its line and fell helplessly. What a pity. Alas, husband, I want you to be my concubine in my next life.
5. Poems about fruits 1, two in Liangzhou and one in Liangzhou.
Author William Wang, Tang Dynasty.
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry up immediately.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?
Vernacular translation:
At the banquet, mellow grapes and fine wine are packed in delicate luminous cups, and geisha play the hurried and cheerful pipa to help them drink. The soldiers were filled with pride at the thought of killing the enemy across the battlefield and serving the country.
You must get drunk today, even on the battlefield. This time, I went out to serve my country. I'm dying, but I'm not ready to come back alive.
2. "Recent Spring"
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Vernacular translation:
Spring is coming to an end, flowers are dying, and green fruits have grown on apricot trees. Swallows fly across the sky, and clear rivers surround the villagers. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown less and less, but don't worry, lush grass can be seen everywhere.
There is a girl on a swing inside the wall, and pedestrians outside the wall can hear her. The girl gave a beautiful laugh, and slowly, the laughter in the fence was not heard, as if she had been hurt by a heartless girl.
3, "Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Xing, Part II"
Author Fan Chengda, Song Dynasty.
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, but dragonflies and butterflies can fly
Vernacular translation:
A plum tree becomes golden, and the apricots grow bigger and bigger; Buckwheat flowers are white and rape flowers are sparse.
As the day grows, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes by; Only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
4. "Chengdu Qu"
The author Zhang Ji lived in the Tang Dynasty.
In full of green, a large area of water west of Jinjiang, litchi on the hillside ripens after rain.
There are many restaurants near the bridge in the south of the city. Who wants to stay?
Vernacular translation:
To the west of Jinjiang, it is magnificent, with clear water and green mountains. Litchi ripened on the hillside after the rain.
There are many restaurants near Wan Li Bridge in the south of the city. Who do tourists like to stay in?
5. "Huizhou is a must/eat litchi"
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
It's spring at four o'clock in Luofu Mountain, and tangerines and bayberries are new.
300 lychees a day, I will grow up to be a Lingnan person without hesitation.
Vernacular translation:
The next four seasons in Luofu Mountain are spring, and loquat and bayberry are fresh every day.
If I eat 300 lychees every day, I would like to be a Lingnan person forever.
6. Who knows the ancient poems about loquat?
Don
Mountain loquat, flowers like peony, sprinkle blood.
In previous years, it was a good season for mountains to bloom over green hills.
The branches are fully open and the leaves are half-cracked.
Fight for tea tightly and slowly untie the initial knot of crimson sac.
The golden thread clusters are floating wildly, and the coral stems are broken.
Because the wind spins off the skirt and flies, as hot as the eyes of the sun.
The child is leaning against the rock, and the clouds in the cage are hidden.
The green pearl language is full, and the Hanwu gradually disappears.
Everyone loves beauty, but I have to be ashamed.
If you don't listen to idle people, you once said to Lotte.
Yesterday, I first came to Taniguchi to ask each other, and I stopped in front of the mountain.
I went to Tongzhou late 10 days, and I still have one year to go to Huayou.
Mountain loquat, too clumsy to hold the mountain.
The sky is high, and the essence cannot be seen clearly, and the ninth grade emperor can't say it clearly.
The apricot trees in the garden are drunk, and the strangers are tender.
Because you are elegant and fragrant, you are a metaphor of immortals, and Panxi has the right to swallow when sitting cold.
Go to the historical Chenggu County and find the room of Zen master Yong 'an Chao.
Don Cen Can
The loquat blooms in winter in the temple, and the old monk meets the cassock.
It snows in the north of Hanwang, and Han Xin Station is inclined to the west.
You don't have to rush five horses outside the door, but listen to three cars in the forest.
I didn't expect Bachuan to win a lot of things and report this to Beijing to publish a book for you.
Send an old friend to Jiangling to look for Fishes.
plum
The host holds a festival to worship Jingzhou and should travel all the way.
It's raining in the dark on Banzhu Mountain, and the loquat gate faces Chutianqiu.
Have a good time drinking wine, and go upstairs leisurely.
Look at the style at this time. I know Xiaoyu is very romantic.
Send a book to Xue Tao in Shu.
Don Wang Jian
Wan Li Qiaobian girls' school books, closed doors loquat flowers.
Nowadays, there are fewer people who sweep their eyebrows, so it is better to lead the spring breeze.
Visit Bird in early summer.
Dai Song Min.
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.
The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
[Tian She]
Don du fu
Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road.
The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.
The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.
The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.
Seven-character quatrains: Traveling to Bird in Early Summer
Qianjiashi Dai Min
Duck pond water is shallow and deep, and the weather is half sunny and half cloudy when plums are ripe.
The East Garden is full of wine and the West Garden is drunk, and the loquat trees are golden.
Pipa is not this loquat, only complaining about poor literacy in those days;
If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, all the wind music in the city will blossom.
loquat
Tang Bai Juyi
The old mountain cherishes the years, and the feeling is right for the wild loquat in Dongxi.
The fire tree turns crimson, and the Qiongzhi basks in red yarn at sunrise.
Looking back, peaches and plums are colorless, and hibiscus is not a flower.
Struggle is rooted in the bottom of the stone, and there is no reason to touch others.
Two loquat flowers
Tang Bai Juyi
There is a red flower on the top of the mountain at the door of Wanqing Tsing Yi tree.
Spring has passed, and when I think that my family hasn't come back yet, the low red color seems to have solved my worries for you.
Leaves are as light as skirts, and flowers are as light as hibiscus powder.
If you make this explanation, it is against the procedure to push the prisoner's suggestion.
Wei Mingfu sent loquat leaves to answer with poems.
Don sikongshu
The basket is green, and the overlapping colors are fresh.
It's in the autumn wind, just like before dawn.
The fairy side sees the weight, and it should be convenient to remove the disease.
Bananas were given, and Xie's articles were airdropped.
Loquat tree
Tangshi yanglian
Precious trees begin to blossom when it is cold, and the atmosphere is September and autumn.
If you are polite, the fragrance will last forever.
Blue sea and wind blowing, green branches and snow floating.
Self-sufficiency in urgent scenery, spring birds are lucky.
"spread happy sand"
Don Mao Wenxi
Spring water gently soaks moss, and loquat rosewood blooms.
Sleep on the beach on a sunny day? Steady and warm.
Some people have to return pearls every time.
The fragrance of the blue musk deer has just dissipated and I forgot to come back.
〖 〗
Liutang Zongyuan
Orange pomelo is proud of the beginning of cold, and loquat is recommended in early summer.
Ode to an epic poem, for Xue Tao.
Don Hu Ceng
Wan Li Bridge Girls' School Book,
Loquat lives under a closed door.
How much does eyebrow scanning know,
It is best to lead the spring breeze.
[Go to Chenggu County in history and find the room of Zen master Yong 'an Chao]
Don Cen Can
The loquat blooms in winter in the temple, and the old monk meets the cassock.
It snows in the north of Hanwang, and Han Xin Station is inclined to the west.
You don't have to rush five horses outside the door, but listen to three cars in the forest.
I didn't expect Bachuan to win a lot of things and report this to Beijing to publish a book for you.
7. Regarding boasting peaches and loquats, the taste of peaches is also very pleasing. Mature peaches are turquoise, and a gentle bite will make you feel bitter and sour. Ripe peaches are half green and half red, which is much more delicious than immature peaches. Just ripe peaches are white and pink with soft flesh. Mature peaches taste sweet and delicious, not to mention. Take a bite, and a sweet and fragrant juice gushes out, which I will never forget.
A peach forest, the trees are full of peaches, so big, so red, so attractive, one by one bright red and green peaches hanging on the branches, like a big girl, shy.
The peach is round in shape, with a small tip on it and fine hairs all over it. Immature peaches are blue. If you peel them off, you can see the white flesh. A gentle bite will make you feel bitter and sour. Mature peaches are half green and half red, sweet; Don't mention ripe peaches. You take a bite, and a sweet and fragrant juice comes out. I'll never forget that smell. In midsummer, a bite of a peach sweeps away fatigue.
Mature peaches are slightly spherical, with a layer of short fluff on the surface, white in green and red in white. Peach skin is thin, pulp is rich, suitable for raw food, and the entrance is smooth and slag-free. Fresh peaches are hard and sweet, and ripe peaches are soft and juicy. When eating, gently pick it up and peel it carefully. I'm afraid its taste can be compared with the flat peach of the Queen Mother. This kind of fruit is a rare summer treasure for the elderly and people with bad teeth.
In May and June, peaches are ripe. Some are white with red, some are red with white, and some are pink. They welcome others with a red face like love. Plus a little fluff, so beautiful, so cute, like a shy little girl, hanging her head, blushing slightly, and the soft branches swaying. Pick a ripe peach, peel it, take a bite, some are crunchy; Some are soft and juicy, sweet and delicious, with endless aftertaste.
When winter goes and spring comes, loquat trees are covered with green fruits, like shy little girls hiding in the green leaves in the shape of pipa. Seen from a distance, they are green, as if decorated with jade. In April and May, green loquat trees are covered with loquats. They are like little golden lanterns mixed with green leaves. They are really like golden fruits pressing branches and shining like stars.
Loquat is mostly the size of an egg. Loquat is blue first, and then turns yellow. The immature loquat is sour, but it is sweet when it is ripe. Sometimes loquat is eaten too much, and all the teeth are falling out. You know, loquat is ripe, but it's still a little sour. I can't wait to take off its yellow and thin coat. The flesh inside is crystal clear, and when you take a bite, the juice overflows your mouth, and the taste is soft and sweet, with endless aftertaste.
The most attractive thing is the fruit of loquat tree. Look, loquat is lying in my basket like a baby, dreaming sweet dreams. They are like meek girls waiting to get married.
Mature loquat is yellow-green, oval. Although it is round, it tastes sweet and refreshing. As long as you take a bite, your mouth is full of fresh juice, which is sweet to your heart.
8. Poetry allusions about loquat (it seems rare to write loquat poems in a hurry.
Su Dongpo said: "When guests come to tea, nothing happens, but Lu Juyangmei is still sour." . Someone asked him: What kind of fruit is Lu Ju? He said, "loquat also". Later, some books also said "loquat, an orange." I think this is mostly because of Sue's "taking it for granted". Because, in Sima Xiangru's Shang Fu Lin, it is said that "Xia Luju is ripe, Huang Gan orange, loquat persimmon and pavilion is magnolia". State several things side by side. It can be seen that Lu Ju is Lu Ju and Loquat is Loquat, and the middle cannot be equated. Li Shizhen said: "It is wrong for people who note the Selected Works to regard loquat as an orange." Quite right.
Yang Wanli wrote a loquat poem: "big leaves and long ears, one end is full of plates." Litchi has many stones, but kumquat is not sour. Rain leaves and branches are low in weight and the pulp is cold. Whether Changqing is here or not, don't send him as a garden official. " The first six sentences describe the character of loquat fairly accurately, but they are not poetic. Although Confucius said that you can learn more about the names of birds, animals and plants by reading poetry, poetry is not a textbook for plants after all. Guo Moruo's "Let a Hundred Flowers Bloom" is a failed example. Yang Wanli's loquat poem seems to be the first of its kind. As for the last two sentences, I don't know what he said. Although Sima Xiangru wrote loquat in Shang Fu Lin, it didn't show the appearance of drooling, and there was no record that Sun Monkey ate flat peaches secretly. What does it matter whether he is a gardener or not?
There is also a jingle about loquat, saying that someone sent loquat to others, with a letter saying: Yunyun sent two baskets of pipa. The recipient then wrote a poem: "Loquat is not this pipa, because I didn't know much about it." If the pipa can blossom and bear fruit, the flute in the city will blossom. "Although the poem is joking, it makes people feel distressed while eating the loquat sent by others. There are so many Chinese characters that it is difficult to write a few typos. If you make a mistake, you must write a poem. Such poems can be said endlessly. I remember it was in the early 1930s. Liu Bannong is the marking officer in Peking University. Because the examinee wrote a few typos, he became very excited and made several poems to mark the paper, which greatly mocked the examinee. In one of them, because students wrote "studying abroad" as "studying abroad", Mr. Liu said: "Mr. Wang committed a heinous crime and sent him to the west to study abroad. It should be nine streams and one class, exhausted. "Lu Xun was very disapproving, and wrote the article" After Feeling Old (Part II) ",thinking that it was not the middle school students who just graduated that were ridiculous, but the big professors who used it as a laughing stock to embellish the sarcasm. Loquat is probably not distributed to middle school students. They can't read much, either because they have no money to study or for other reasons. And those who think they are senior officials, have greater skills, write inscriptions everywhere and make a fool of themselves everywhere. They are thicker than the city wall, it is better to stab him, but such people are rarely ridiculed.
9. Poems about fruits 15 1. Riding a princess and laughing in the world of mortals, no one knew it was litchi.
2. Alone around the cherry trees, alcohol awakens the throat and lungs.
Here, south of the Yangtze River, there is a red orange tree. Its leaves are green all winter.
4. In May, Myrica rubra is full of trees. At first I suspected that one was worth 1000 yuan.
5. The West Garden is tender and refreshing in the evening, and the grapes are picked and tasted.
6. The Queen Mother Peach planted by my family, 3,000 spring flowers.
7. The girlfriends are white, the pears are thin, and the leaves are red.
8. Remember to hate bananas and worry about the details.
9. The pineapple will be ripe and sit in Chicheng.
10, pomegranate is still young, I love four or five plants of this mountain flower.
1 1, Han Xiao poplars are light outside, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
12, when I went out to pick spring, I occasionally saw mango flowers in full bloom, full of flowers and lush foliage. It was really beautiful.
13, mixed oranges and pomelo are embarrassing, and Xinyi Jiaozhen is listed.
14, take your time with a smile,
Indifferent to the sour fruit of life. (hawthorn)
15,300 lychees, Minnan people who grew up hard. (litchi)