The peach blossoms of my hometown

In the mirror of the blue sky,

Flowing with the splendor of nature,

In the distance, clouds and mist hold up the majestic mountains. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the rolling slopes,

Full of gorgeous peach blossoms,

They overlap,

The veins are affectionate, connected into a sea of forgetful flowers.

That ruddy delicacy,

Like a beauty in the bath,

Dressed in a light veil, quietly independent,

The charming figure presents a peerless beauty.

Deeply touching demeanor,

As long as a breeze blows,

It conjured up a fiery red cloud.

Dancing towards the golden morning sun,

Piles and piles, layer upon layer,

It is like the waves of a sea of clouds.

Under the glittering costume,

Like a brilliant cloud in the sky,

Swiftly swept towards the horizon,

Sent a burst of fragrance.

Quietly spit out a wisp of faint fragrance from the depths of the soul,

Like a flame, like passion,

Like a surging poetic rhyme,

With the aura of pen and ink,

The dots dye a beautiful artistic conception.

A swarm of cute little bees,

Vibrating thin wings,

Between the flowers, buzzing,

Flying around, only for a moment,

It hurriedly floated past his eyes.

The goldfinch sings on the branches,

Crisp chirps, endlessly,

It's so tactful to listen to!

Dancing among the branches, it's so beautiful,

Like a whirlwind gone,

When he looked up, he stopped at another treetop,

Shaking the feathers on his body,

The tail waggs up and down,

The love vow hidden in the bottom of my heart,

Alone muttering......

In the rain, in the wind,

Cherishing flowers is a different mood,

To know this delicate little flower,

It can't withstand the ravages of wind and rain,

They bloom quickly,

and withered quickly,

All that is left is the redness of the ground,

On the scattered petals,

Left behind,

The mood of melancholy and sigh......