Poems praising flowers

&”;A single flower is not spring, and red and purple fight wheatgrass; Birds, the grass color is close at a distance, but there is nothing. If you wait, you will know the east wind, and it will always be spring. Flowers are getting more and more attractive, and shallow grass can&;t have horseshoes. Willow-chanting jasper is made into a tree height, and ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down. I don&;t know who cut the fine leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Jiangnan is good, and the scenery used to be familiar. At sunrise, the flowers in the river are better than the fire, and the river is as green as blue in spring. Can you forget Jiangnan?


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