Suddenly I saw a pomegranate in the courtyard, and I sighed that there was a true color in the flower. In May, the pomegranate blossoms illuminated my eyes, and I could see the seeds emerging among the branches. As I climbed up the wild path in the wilderness, I saw pomegranates. The flowers are blooming on the short wall. The cicadas are noisy in the autumn branches and the leaves of the locust trees are yellow. The pomegranates are fragrant and the old people are worried about the frost. Under the pomegranate garden, where the birds live, I walk alone and return alone. Just wait for the green shade and fragrant trees to close, and the stamens will bloom like fire. The bright glow of the rosy cloud illuminates the eyes, and the coolness of the evening is relatively more suitable. The lanterns are lit to doubt the fire at night, and the continuous pearls are better than the early plum blossoms. Among the green trees on the hillside, a short wall half exposes the red pomegranate. It is like a volcano and pomegranates reflect the hill, and the beauty can be thin and leisurely in the complex. On the beauty's jade hairpin, I only suspect that the Cuiyun servant girl was burned.