Du Hua (Baotou, Inner Mongolia)
A plum blossom
Far away at home, it is difficult to find potted flowers at the end of the world.
Three winters and one tree are full of spring, drunk and fragrant poetry and boasting.
Mt. Momoka
It is said that the mountain peach is not a peach, but it wins the spring.
When the canal Li Bai Xing is red, he will enter the flowing spring and chase the waves.
Three apricot blossoms
The night wind invaded the apricot forest, and the blue rain fell in the morning.
The streams are full of clouds and swallows, and swarms of bees are making melancholy sounds.
Four plum blossoms
The willow green and peach red cuckoo ming, Li Lin was rotten overnight.
Swallows, warblers, bees and butterflies are making noise, and tourists are laughing in the garden.
Five peach blossoms
The peach blossoms outside the plug are already thin, and the scorching color in front of them reflects the glow.
When to transplant the undead seeds, the trees are all named Yang Guifei.
Six pear blossoms
The trees are jagged and the butterflies are flying, and the wind is fragrant and the snow is blooming.
After the dust was swept away, the east wind was forced to bring the dew back.
Seven appreciation of elm leaves and plums
In the first bloom of the new buds, there are still a few small pinks.
The heavy branches and double petals of the plum are ashamed, and they hide into the trade wind of cuiyi.
Eight begonia flowers
The jade face is gentle and gentle, and the butterfly attracts the bee without being ashamed.
The fairy is not more worldly, and she smiles to relieve spring sorrow.
Nine forsythia flowers
The spring is wrong to recognize the forsythia, and the wind and rain are shaking.
You can see it everywhere in the wilderness of the wild mountains, and it is collected into medicine to accumulate and disappear.
Ten cherry blossoms
Like apricots, like peaches, like pears, dark red and light pink are wonderful.
How did the incense soul turn into Wushan rain and provoke the cuckoo to feel sorry for himself?
Eleven appreciation of the yellow thorn rose
石鸡欢叫伯劳狂，崖畔冈湾玫刺黄。
Thousands of embroidered brocades, golden flowers are full of slopes.
Twelve horse lotus flowers
In my life, I love Ma Lotus, and the wind carries orchid for thousands of miles.
The robin sings in the deep bushes, and the purple vetch scorchs and blows the smoke.
十三赏枸杞
Fresh and elegant, it is recommended to be fragrant, beautiful and exquisitely dyed on the screen.
The crystal fruit is as bright as a ruby, and the branches are like dancing gracefully.
About author:Du Hua, a native of Baotou, Inner Mongolia, born in 1948, a researcher at the Baotou Museum in Inner Mongolia, began to write literary works in 1968, and his poems, essays, and scripts have been scattered in various newspapers, periodicals and online platforms.
Editor: Li Xunxiu/Zhu Gang/You Baoqing Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature