1, at night, the spring breeze is beautiful and the flowers and plants are fragrant. Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. The water waves in the river, the white feathers of waterfowl, the green and red flowers on the mountain are in contrast, and you want to burn. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
2, the poet Jing Qing in the Spring Festival, green willows and yellow half uneven. If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
3. Grass grows under Yiyang City, and water flows from east to west. Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain.
Although a country is divided, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
5, good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently. The night is dark and the river is bright. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
6. Flowers are covered, palaces are darkened, and birds are chirping to find a place to live. In the palace, thousands of families seem to be flashing, approaching the announcement that there should be more moonlight. I didn't dare to sleep at night, but I heard the key unlock the door, the night wind murmured, and the voice of missing floated to Grelott. I have a petition to submit in the morning, and I have been asking what time it is all night.
7. settle in the end of the world and be willing to cross the material desires. Samuume is the most offensive thing, because the old one is regarded as the flower that opened last year. Every year, the fragrant letter bears red berries, and the river hangs down to open. Take care of your feelings and send spring directly to your roots.
8, unless there is no cloud under your feet, come without knowing each other. Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai. I am not only a nine-acre orchid, but also a hundred-acre tree.
9, orchids shine ten miles in spring water, and mountain birds are silent and fragrant. Qiu Lan is full of dust, and Luo Sheng is under the hall. Green leaves are growing and Fang Feifei is attacking.
10, the frost bird wants to see first, and the pink butterfly is like a soul. Only the peony is the real beauty, which attracted countless people to appreciate at the flowering stage and alarmed the whole Chang 'an City. Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.