The tits wake up in Jiangnan.
Tits wake up in Jiangnan, with light rain and smoke.
Everywhere is the crisp cuckoo, the euphemistic oriole and the lingering bamboo chicken.
The vigil hunter came back, and Liu Di trembled in the morning breeze.
When the child came out of the pasture with drowsiness, the dew tripped the buffalo bell.
The buddy carrying the plow shouted greetings gruffly.
The village girl carried water, and Xiaoqueer spilled it all the way and liked it faintly.
Tits wake up in Jiangnan, with light rain and smoke.
My heart is attached to the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
My hometown woke up from my dream, and the bamboo leaves trembled with the fresh morning breeze.
Walking through the ancient stone steps, there are no broken fairy tales.
Stone yard, new houses with cornices.
Children have no way to know the suffering of fern roots in those days.
And no longer bend down to pick up the money that fell.
The villagers treated me with a cup of newly picked camellia, and my heart was soaked.
Manisnya Cinta
Tits wake up in Jiangnan, with light rain and smoke.
I love the fragrant buds of wild roses at the foot of Yatou Mountain.
This cluster of wild flowers makes me a petal of incense and a half of a flower.
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Watching cows roll on their backs, like nephews rolling on the grass.
The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River obscured my contemplative eyes.
These sensible children bear the hardships of their parents prematurely.
Childish eyes, flashing the desire to learn.
However, on the grassy slope, they are fighting against rude words.
Under the oil lamp, there is only a pastime of "grabbing money"
Tits wake up in Jiangnan, with light rain and smoke.
The bluestone, half hidden by the stream, is silent about my first love.
In the sentimental memory of Hedyotis diffusa, shy daffodils are quietly opening.
Barefoot, I washed in the stream and sighed.
Wash away the intimacy of childhood and the silence of today.
The path is deep, and bluegrass flowers float silently in March.
The path is warm, and the wild pomegranate ignites the hot summer.
The path carried me to grow up, and I was a little hazy under the green trees.
Tits wake up in Jiangnan, with light rain and smoke.
Tits wake up in Jiangnan, with light rain and smoke.
Fog and rain touch my picturesque south of the Yangtze River.
Osmanthus wine is brewing a realistic myth.
Joe's nectar dyed my long-hidden childlike innocence.
My heart went to the tits on the cliff.
Decorate my late spring with happiness.
Tits came to the south of the Yangtze River, with light rain and smoke.
Long poem 2: Walking into Spring Reprinted: Original Spring Entertainment
Into the spring
Turn around and move forward
Branches spit green and flowers stay red.
Quietly, into the spring,
Flute, I feel your love.
In silence, I have your tenderness.
Facing the screen,
Deep music, such as soft moonlight,
It spilled all over the room and all over the floor.
No, no,
No one should touch this quiet night with his mouth.
No one hopes that the tapping of the keyboard will surprise this wordless beauty.
The night is silent and the wind is speechless.
Like a pair of tired travelers,
Come back from a distant place,
Go to a distant place.
Spring comes as scheduled, so do you!
Where the moon shines,
I will miss you deeply.
No matter how far apart,
Miss your heart,
Without stopping.
I just don't know who you are at this moment,
Is it like me,
Walking into the tenderness of spring.
In spring, we know each other.
You not only gave me a world,
This is also heaven.
In spring,
Sunshine spreads our perfect love,
It's you and me flying in the breeze,
Green announced our relationship,
Flowers blend into our affectionate eyes.
We are like small trees in spring,
Greedy breathing the warm spring,
Grow our warmth at will.
I'll cry,
I'll be moved to tears,
Because I have such a beautiful love,
There is such a warm heart.
Miss you through the screen.
Listen to you through the screen.
In other people's noisy festivals.
Spring has come, but the weather is still very cold.
I still miss you in the quiet night.
It's just that I stopped crying
I swallowed my tears in my heart.
I will hide you in a corner of my heart,
Nobody will touch it.
I will water your heart with my tears,
Stop it from wilting again,
No longer let it lose its gorgeous color.
Because you will never leave my heart.
The willow branches have sprouted new green.
That touch of green
It attracts me step by step into the beautiful long scroll to date spring.
Liu is a dancer in Chun. A set of green tulle dresses,
A charming fairy who wears a little light makeup in greensleeves and sings softly with the breeze.
Smile and wave at me frequently, and stay in love all the way.
Step by step, turn around.
Liu Qing is swaying with the spring smoke, causing the wind to blow.
The arrival of spring is just a continuation of winter. ......................
A cigarette, a glass of water, a lifetime,
Jump alternately between your fingers and touch your heart.
A little fantasy, some thinking, a drop of dew, indifference,
Can be the hope of eternal life.
A gray, a pain, a drop of blood and tears, a grief,
This life can wait.
I will always think of you inadvertently,
Think about your loneliness,
Thinking of you is like walking in the dark,
Think about your laughter.
At dawn, a colorful and lasting ink painting,
Attract my bright eyes with green tea,
Take light steps to meet your waiting.
You are me.
Inexplainable harm
Want to forget
I can't help but recall.
Like exile
Stumbling all the way
Your binding
Unable to release
Last night's dream was full of color,
Look at me through time and space,
Walking silently in each other's scenery,
So happy?
The shadow in my dream shuttles through my words,
Fold your heart and talk silently.
He built an isolated city,
It's too cold up there! Hearing the call from the other side,
At the water's edge, the figure who lives by the water is lonely and gloomy.
Turn your mind into a colorful tapestry.
Over the mountains and the sea,
Far away from me?
Looking at Jianghuai, let my thoughts jump,
The wind in spring is called spring breeze.
After dancing with ice and snow all winter,
Although exhausted,
It came gently.
The spring breeze gently kissed the grassland,
The grassland was dyed green by the spring breeze.
Spring is coming,
Swallows and geese are also going north.
Spring is coming,
People know from the external environment that spring is coming.
Chun Qing is also surging in his inner world.
Spring is people's youth,
Spring symbolizes youth,
Spring symbolizes a passionate life.
Although the spring of a year is short,
The four seasons go round and round,
Spring comes every year,
After the spring of life is over,
It will never happen again.
Spring is beautiful,
People's mood is also clear.
Write a poem for you and a love poem.
In the warmest words
Express my vows to you.
Make you believe
I will shelter you from the wind and rain
But but ...
Write poems for you,
Even if it's a hundred lines and a thousand words,
Even if you are crazy and drunk,
I wrote down all my charms,
I wrote down all the overlapping tears,
I still can't finish writing that yellow night disaster,
That rotten grass can't be finished.
Even if the waistline is reduced,
How much acacia flavor has been added to the air,
You can't see,
What I can do is in the blue sky.
Whistling and rolling up the storm
Let the clouds of the past dry the tears.
Beat bananas with my clear tears,
Let the night rain carry my sobs and drizzles,
I am an angel looking down on everything,
Now I feel sorry for you.
Cloud heart, rain heart, like my heart. .......
The world is brilliant. .......
Charm between mountains and rivers ......
I know.
You are still in the arms of the Jianghuai earth,
Where there are clouds floating,
You will see my trail.
Clouds and rains gather and disperse, and the tides rise and fall.
Dream water town, clouds steaming and fog around, glitz is washed away.
Stories, thousands of times,
Like vines, full of wind and rain.
Quietly, into the spring,
Flute, I feel your love. . . . .
I like spring,
Love every cloud, love every sky,
Love every wind, every river and every life.
I believe that when spring comes,
My heart is full of passion and enthusiasm.
In the pollen of plants,
Found the most beautiful language in the world.
There is always a voice calling in the atrium.
There are always shadows around.
There is always yearning for you in the distance.
I'll leave you the message,
It has my mark on it.
I've always been here, and I love spring so devoutly and seriously.
Just for the softness of the mind.
Although you can't see it.
I believe that passion can be transmitted and infected with each other.
Quietly, into the spring,
Flute, feel your love. . . . .
happy
You planted it in my dream.
March is like a song
Indulge in the scenery along the way
Speaking of this day when the wind is light and the clouds are light,
Writing here, a Sanqu is printed on the Spring Road.