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Poems describing carambola
The poems describing "carambola" are: 1, carambola is falling, and winter has not passed yet.

I got drunk under the tree of Sanshan Fang Shu, and I forgot my charm several times. The golden color is five flowers, which tastes as ripe as citrus and as expensive as litchi.

3, the carambola tree is leisurely, and the stone table is graceful.

Yongyangtao

Keywords blue sky and white clouds, green buildings, mountains and rivers,

Small bridge flowing water, fish idle.

The carambola is sinking,

Spring comes before the end of winter.

The main idea of this poem is: there is a white cloud and green attic between the mountains and rivers, and the fish under the bridge are very leisurely. The branches of carambola are crumbling, and it is spring before winter is over.

Xin Qiji's Yang Taoshi

I remember I was drunk under a tree in Sanshan, Fang Shu, but I forgot my charm several times. The golden color is five flowers, which tastes as ripe as citrus and as expensive as litchi.

The main idea of this word: drunk, I think of the three mountains and fragrant trees, and I never forget their charm. There are many kinds of golden flowers. When they are ripe, they taste like citrus and as noble as litchi. The author expressed his love for carambola from the description of its color and taste.

Once the flowers were blooming as soon as possible, and the autumn fruits were all ripe and sitting next to them.

The peach trees are leisurely and the stone tables are graceful.

How much does Fang Ming love her or her? Give me some cigarettes.

What about audio? Fingertips are on fire like stars.

The main idea of this poem is: I once attached myself to the carambola when it was in full bloom, thinking that the fruit tree was ripe, and when the autumn was thick, the fruit was ripe, and then the family sat together. Stay leisurely under the peach tree, and the figure at the stone table is graceful. Ask her if she wants a drink. Light a cigarette. I am still me. Complaints frequently don't know where the plan comes from, and the fingertips point to the stars like fire. Through the description of carambola, the author expressed his inner anguish.