A beautiful poem describing flowers blooming.

The beautiful poem describing flowers is that bamboo contains new powder and red lotus falls off its clothes.

When drinking under the porch, hibiscus blooms all around. The bamboo river is not green, but the lotus flower is fragrant in the mirror. Round lotus floating leaflets, fine wheat falling light flowers and sand, grass pavilion willow new dark, wild pool lotus in the city edge to red. Lotus incense sits and lies, and the morning light reflects the lake. My hibiscus grows by the river in bleak autumn, but I don't complain why the spring breeze doesn't blow to make my flower bloom.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Apricot blossoms along the Qianshu River bloom all night, full of shade and shining in the green waves.