After the bacon was finished, a series of sunny days appeared in the warm and cold days.
Sparrows' wings are shining with the radian of sunshine, and golden sunshine scatters spring scenery all over the floor.
The sky is blue, the distant mountains are green, and the fields are full of noisy joy.
Pull a few rays of spring, wave in your hands and laugh in the sun.
Observe the blooming of a tree and lock the subtle words of spring.
Under my smiling gaze, you bloom quietly.
In spring, you become a thousand-handed Guanyin, and every hand looks up at the sun.
I stare at your budding heart in the sun, waiting for your blooming moment.
I'm listening to you cry. Listen attentively.
The strong voice of youth is surging in your blood, breaking through the imprisonment of winter.
As long as you spread the language of sunshine, your flowering period will gently open.
Flowers bloom in your youth and mine.
That kind of beauty is destined to bloom in spring, swaying between heaven and earth and in the spring breeze.
That charming smiling face is your flowery youth.
Your beauty has decorated the rhyme of green mountains and green waters, and also lit up the poems of my life.
Words flow with the breath of youth and life blooms with your youth.
In your blooming youth, think about the romance in March and the enthusiasm in April.