Beautiful sentences, famous sentences and quotations describing Yingshanhong.

Planting a piece of blue mountains and red plums in the new grave [Song] Every year, cuckoos crow and the corners of their mouths drip red on the branches. Today, with Changhong blood, I became a blue at the age of three. Because of the new burial, the color shines on pine and cypress.

Hong Huan [Song Dynasty] Yuan Jiang Grain Rain Qianfeng, Zhan, famous flowers stand out. Expose the national color, quality first, and spring work is successful. Luo Wei protects the gold mud from wrinkling. Reflect the rosy clouds and move your cheeks. Sky remembers that Yaochi Yuen Long once existed. A thousand turns, the ruby withers, and the worry is only fear, and it is difficult to face the clouds for a long time. Must be folded, embroidered bag to wear, bees must smell it frequently. The beauty worships the charming face, wears a red scarf and holds a golden cup of wine. Qian Qian's birthday. May you be full of sleeves.

Yingshanhong [Song] Yuan Fushan has countless smiles in the spring breeze, and the water is different. It's called Yingshan. It's very light, but it seems to reflect the Red River.

Drunk Taoyuan/Ruan Langgui [Song] Zhao Dujuan's flowers are all over the mountain. Shaoguang feels very strong. The water flows to red and purple, west and east. Green manure and spring sky. Lazy butterfly, lazy bee. Break the shadow of flowers. Wen Chun, why don't you take your time? In the rain and sadness.

After the rain, five miscellaneous poems in the field [Song] Yang Wanli is the most noisy time for mountain flowers, and the thick light is still there. Ying Shanhong and Zhao Tingzi, gifts from travelers.

White azaleas [Song] Yang only said azaleas, but he conjured lead flowers to seize the chemical industry. Cuckoo can't fly, so there is no crying and blood.

Beautiful sentences describing Yingshanhong

Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low. Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.

Spring has come and the azaleas are in bloom. Clusters of red, clusters of purple, full of emerald spring, in the warm sunshine strongly active light. That red is as bright as a rose, that purple is noble and deep, and that yellow is as bright as the sun. Flames spewed out of the cluster and the clouds were soaked by sunlight. Holy and warm flowers, holding the thoughts of heroes, lament the souls of mountains and rivers, and sow ordinary life and extraordinary feelings in the east wind.

Walking alone for thousands of miles, lying high and lying on seven sides. The mountain and the moon are near the window, and the Tianhe family is low.

As soon as I came to the grass, I smelled a refreshing fragrance, and I quickly ran to Yingshanhong. Wow! There are so many azaleas that there are hundreds of them in a single tree. Some flowers are as red as fire, some are elegant pink, and some are as white as snow ... They set each other off like a colorful picture.

Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan. The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned. We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain. This kind of trip is more difficult than climbing the blue sky, and even hearing it will make people pale!

The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I cherish azaleas most, and the spring breeze blows different climbs.

A garden is red and drunk, full of clusters. Shu's spirit has not recovered to a long drop of blood, so it should only drop a little more than this clump.

Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. Jathyapple, what comes to us is the melancholy voice of Du Fu, a sad empty mountain.

After winter, spring comes. First of all, azaleas are all over the mountain, stirring people's eyes. Red, white and pink, piece by piece, cluster by cluster, make the whole mountain look like a bride to be married. So, when rushing to have a rest, a small group of children, dragging their small tails, stumbled along the aisle and went deep into the mountains to find the unique delicacies of spring.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

On the hillside in June, azaleas are everywhere, with colorful buds, competing with wild flowers on the mountain to form a sea of azaleas in full bloom. Due to the warm climate in winter this year, azaleas spring ahead of schedule, especially in "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" at the beginning of the month, azaleas have been competing to bloom.

A garden is red and drunk, full of clusters.

At the foot of the mountain, there are azaleas everywhere in the sun. Red water, red, white and yellow are everywhere, which is really colorful and pleasing to the eye. Gorgeous flowers, one after another, people are exclaiming and scrambling to see them. In order to keep this beautiful moment, our camera is raised frequently and flashes alternately.

Incense lamps accompany dreams, and Chu is in the end of the world. The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world.

What I remember vividly is that spring has come. The azaleas all over the mountains made the villagers feel excited. We went to pick azaleas all over the mountains, with pink roses and white and red ones. The most amazing thing is that the red azalea is sweet, and we often greedily suck the sweetness and fragrance of this flower.

Shan Shiliu, a mountain, a rhododendron.

Spring has arrived. Let's go to the mountain to pick azaleas with our friends. I like azaleas on the green hills, small ponds in the village, and large tracts of rape flowers. This is a picture, although only a few frames, but with a gentle smile in spring.

Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas. One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.

The house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes. What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

The Green Mud Mountain is made up of many circles. For every hundred steps, we have to turn nine times in the middle of its mound. Panting, we passed Orion, passed Jingxing, and then fell to the ground with our arms folded and groaned.

Shu has heard of Zigui bird and Xuancheng has seen azaleas.

Shan Shiliu, a mountain, a rhododendron. Cuckoo crows and flowers flutter. In March, the cuckoo came to Jiujiang, and a rush made it bloom.

Whenever spring is in full bloom in May, azaleas all over the mountain are in full bloom, colorful and colorful. Some are as red as fire, strong and straight; Some are white and elegant, with unique style. A tree is full of flowers, and a group of life is like fire. Whenever you walk into the sea of flowers, you will feel that flowers are inseparable from people, and people are interdependent with flowers, embracing rocks and the roots of Chun Qing, and even a stamen is full of the breath of spring.

Yingshanhong is not as precious as peony, as elegant as lotus and as delicate as narcissus. Her life in Shan Ye is faint and will never be paid attention to deliberately, but she will not be brilliant because no one appreciates it, nor will she be sad because of the cold wind and rainy night. Her flowers are only brilliant for the life in spring, and her withering is only silent for waiting for another east wind. Isn't this peaceful, calm, elegant and open-minded attitude exactly what we should learn?

The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.

Every spring, when everything comes back to life, azaleas will bloom dazzling flowers on hillsides, under rocks, between hills, and in roadside bushes.

Cuckoo crows and flowers flutter. In March, the cuckoo came to Jiujiang, and a rush made it bloom.

Towering mountains, towering trees, cuckoo singing in the depths of Qian Shan.

The mountain was empty, and the most dazzling thing at this time was azaleas, which dotted the whole mountain. There are clusters here, and there are clouds transpiration among the green hills and trees, which makes the whole mountain look ethereal, subtle and enthusiastic, attracting many tourists to climb and gather.

Shu's spirit has not recovered to a long drop of blood, so it should only drop a little more than this clump.

One by one, when cold food is served. People who can't resist the fire always spend it here.

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

People who can't resist the fire always spend it here.

Incense lamps accompany dreams, and Chu is in the end of the world.

The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.

The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring. The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.

The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.

The flaming azaleas brought the whole quiet mountain forest to the extreme. Clusters of azaleas are surging on my way forward. There are also some unknown mountain flowers, red and purple, which spread all the way.

Beside the stream, the bright azaleas are dazzling. Endless flowers, red and tragic, are like weeping cuckoos and wedding dresses of married women, spreading all over the earth, as if to spread the fiery red of that place to the horizon.

The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears. The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.

The spring rain in the mountains has not stopped all night, and the trees on the treetops are spring.

Although rhododendron has no attractive fragrance, it can be viewed and used as medicine. She is dazzling in red. Some petals are fully unfolded and buds are gradually exposed; Some are in bud; Some just spread two or three petals; Like a slim lady, it is no wonder that people call her "the moon in the flowers" A pot of azaleas looks like a burning flame from a distance.

One is called, one is ileum, one is broken, and March is three memories.

The moon falls and the rules rest, and apricot blossoms are all over the world.

We don't know whether this road to the west will never end. The road ahead is getting darker and darker.

Fangchun is flat and green, and Zigui cries at night. Floating guests stay and listen, praise the city and smell the chicken.

The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.

In April, before the green leaves spread their branches, the red flowers in Yingshan will come down to the world like fairies and spread all over the hillside, dancing with the rhythm of the spring breeze. If you are a teenage girl and see these beautiful flowers, I believe you will be a little jealous. If you are an unmarried man, I believe you are salivating and want to take one home as a wife. Spring is so beautiful and moving.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

When I came to the hillside, my eyes suddenly lit up and a rhododendron bloomed happily on the hillside. Walking past, the wind just blew again, and a pink flower trembled in the rain, much like a shy girl. It touched my inner softness and trembled with it.

One by one, when cold food is served.