Ode to Peony Garden
Text/Li Baomin
On the shore of the Yellow River, on the shore of Swan Lake, on the side of Zhao Gongtai, on the top of Yushan Island, there is a peony garden. In mid-spring, the second blooms, there are red, yellow, purple, white, like fire, like gold, like satin, like jade, like poetry, like music, like pictures, like dreams. Purple and red, thick and light, thousands of charms, thousands of styles. The stone path of the boardwalk is coiled among them, and the jade carved bronze sculptures stand on the left and right. It's a time of mist, drizzle, breeze and birdsong. Booming arms roaring, galloping flowers, seeing a hundred flowers competing for glory, ten thousand trees spitting green, double lake mirror, big river Ruolian, trance, dark old Zhuang Immortal taste! And to the moon hanging willow tips, the first lantern, the frog chirping melodiously, the fragrance attacking people, the woman will chick, chasing the flower shadow, I forget everything, return to the innocence, epiphany Confucian interpretation of the road, floating true taste also. Whoa, who is not a passer-by, the flower is the host! Sincerely, with the humble text of meiyuan, I will be given to the eight micro friends.
【About the author】Li Baomin, male, born in January 1967, from Shichi, Henan, is currently a member of the party group of the Sanmenxia Market Supervision Bureau, a second-level senior sponsor, and the deputy secretary of the Municipal Non-public Party Working Committee. The commercial registration reform work in charge has achieved remarkable results and has been commended and inspired by the State Council; the "Sanmenxia Model of Non-public Party Building" forged by ten years of grinding a sword and persevering is well-known throughout the country. Hobby running, full horse time 4:30 hours.