Poems praising wild flowers after autumn rain

The plum blossoms are gone and the peach blossoms are small, but there is still much left for spring. The peach and plum blossoms in the east of Luoyang City fly around and fall into one of the houses. The peach branches are under the willows, and the beauty of spring comes to others at random. Cymbidium has branches that are particularly green, and peach and plum blossoms are red in color. Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank. There were no miscellaneous trees in the middle, the flowers were fresh and beautiful, and the fallen flowers were colorful. The peach blossoms are red and tender, and the willow leaves are new and green. Short peach blossoms are near the water bank, and catkins lightly touch people's clothes. Wild catkins dance with the wind, and light peach blossoms float with the water. Peach blossoms pass by the flowing water beside the city, and the spring breeze outside the curtain is fragrant. The grass is green, the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are fragrant. The double peaches on the blinds become more red in the evening, and when you look through the window and reflect the bamboo, you can see the beauty. Before the rain, the stamens among the flowers were first seen, but after the rain, there were no leaves or flowers at the bottom. Bees and butterflies rushed over the wall one after another, but they suspected that the spring beauty was in the neighboring house. The fallen flowers had already danced in front of the wind, and sent the evening rain. At dawn, the courtyard is half red, with only hairsprings floating in the clear sky. Hand in hand under the diligent flowers, we can drink more wine in the cup. After the rain, it is summer and autumn in the forest, and a gourd of wine is on the bow of the boat. Get drunk and go deep into the lotus, lie down and watch the white gulls flying in the blue sky, the herons sleeping in the vast sand, and the water soaking into the blue sky without leaving a trace. What I love most is that after the rain, there is a canopy of fireworks and a fishing boat. The cold grass in the setting sun covers the heavy door, and the green moss spreads over the basin after the rain. Jade is the spirit that is difficult to compare with purity, while snow is the muscle and bone that is easy to ecstasy. In the rain, the grass is green and the peach blossoms on the water are red. The wild peaches are smiling, the bamboo fence is short, and the willows in the stream shake the sand and the water is clear. The spring water on the duck head is as thick as dye, and the peach blossoms on the water surface make the spring face. Although peach blossoms and plum blossoms are old, gardenias and red peppers are more beautiful than ever. A cluster of peach blossoms blooms without an owner, the lovely deep red reflects the light red. Peach blossom fragrance, plum blossom fragrance. Light white and deep red, all new makeup. The peach blossoms are falling like red rain. The peach blossoms are full of lingering rain, and the willow greens are full of morning smoke. The twelfth floor of the brothel in Nanmo, who can tolerate the peaches and plums in the spring breeze?