1, "Spring Tour": When I read the inscription, the wind blew from that path. Vilen was green outside the window, and there was no one in the distance. The sound of water is louder than my inscription. I read it again and again and looked at the sky. I packed my old books, waved vilen, went out, looked at a few stars, and a meteor flashed in the northeast. Fortune and fortune have their own destiny. Write down the meteor, put the spring dusk in the photo album, spring, spring.
How much like me in spring, I am comfortable breathing, clumsy, slow-footed, full of heart, full of face, and when I turn around, tears flow to Ren Rui, my eyelids overflow with light fog, and my eyelashes are like dense tassels. I only bow my head, apricot blossoms wither, peach blossoms bloom, and then Haitang, the powder puff of bees is stained with rouge, and my cheeks are painted layer by layer, with buds and green silk tapestries.
However, she refused to move easily. After so many years, the more she practiced, the more reserved she became, and the south wind urged her again and again. It is rumored that the virtual love between Huayang and catkin is flying all over the sky. When the world is noisy and the theater is boiling, spring is old, like a small fire soup, slowly frying. When the drug broke out, it was already a dying beauty. Shake off the petals layer by layer, whitewash the honey gathered on the tip of the tongue, and spread the inner bitterness before the poison at the root.
2. Spring: Tick-tock, what is calling? Ah, it is the charming spring rain. With charming tones, it awakens all things green and tender, and the grass in the soil is shy, sticking out its delicate head without looking at anyone-and then stretching its neck the longest, green, red, yellow, one here and a cluster there, completing a natural song, and even swallows come to harmony. Spring is a new thing, everything is new, and spring is a new beginning.