Standing on the hillside to see the wildflowers modern poems • original / water Pyrrel far away to see the mountain peak close to the slope, the fog sitting on the mountainside sitting on the slope, the breeze gently blows open my long-closed heart window smile and flower color, wash away

Stand on the hillside and watch the wildflowers

Modern Poetry • Original/ Water Pile

Looking at the mountain peaks from a distance, looking at the slopes up close, the fog

Sit cross-legged on the mountainside

Standing on the slope, the breeze

Gently flicking away I had been tightly closed for a long time

Heart window

Smile and décor, wash away

Rust of life

Deep in the slopes, springs

Free and out

Ding-dong, cheerful, meandering

Run to the distant homecoming

Wildflowers, writhing and writhing, naughty

The earth spreads incense into the wilderness

Blinds, calendula, Yu

Beauty, tenderness and beauty

If you look closely, it is like a landscape painting ink

From a distance, the queues are scattered

A breeze blows, flowers and branches

Unbridled seduction

Bees lie in the flower buds

Relax and enjoy yourself

Several butterflies, like an amorous current

People are so fragrant and joyful

My heart was racing, and I sat casually

Look at the white clouds and look at the distant mountains

Wildflowers and weeds charm me

Thoughts, like mountain streams crashing

Convex and convex whirlpool

The afterglow is long and long

She seemed to be coming toward me

Soon it was hidden in the fog