Nostalgia: Mo Wen has the sky and the moon, and its own cherry blossoms are better than Luoyang.
Look at the flowers on Yangming Mountain, the red clouds are full of rosy clouds.
Yesterday it was like a flower, and today it is like snow. Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest.
Cherry blossoms are red and unfamiliar, and the pool is green; In the sound of swallows, acacia is another year.
Yesterday, after South Yuan xinyu, the cherry blossoms got old. Dawn waits for no one, and there are many paths around the tree.
Spring birds pecked at the forest in front of the court, and the red clip was not sewn. At present, society stopped sewing and began to decline to Zhu Yingshu.
The snow and ice have not disappeared, and the branches and buds have shown people. The sun is warm, the cold is gone, and there is no gentleman in the flowers.
Peach blossoms, cherry blossoms, red rain and mulberry Qian Qian blue. There are long warm smoke lines and the paste is bright and cold.
The mountains may not be deep in the Spring Festival Evening, and cherry blossoms are everywhere. Peach and plum don't follow the rain, knowing that there will always be sunny days.