1. The beauty of April in the world is over, and the peach blossoms on the mountains are beginning to bloom.
2. The north wind blows and the white grass on the ground folds, and the snow falls in August in Hutian.
3. When the grass grows in the original land, it withers and grows every year. The wildfires are not burning out, but the spring breeze is blowing again.
4. When the Yang Qi is strong in Qiongshan, everything seems to be competing with the seasons. The deep flowers and leaves shine brightly in the bright sun, and the sun is warm and all the birds are singing.
5. The poems of my life lead the stream of time, and I love the ten thousand frosts in early winter
6. Lying down and listening to a hundred tongues of tongues behind the curtain, it is already the New Year, not winter
7. This year, the cold arrives early in Jiangxiang, and wild geese are seen at the end of the year and in the Mid-Autumn Festival. The eighty-year-old man is as stubborn as iron, and he returns home after picking up water chestnuts in the middle of the night.
8. Savages have no calendar and only know the four seasons with the crow of birds. In February, I heard the rules and said that spring plowing should not be delayed. The third time I heard the oriole, the young woman felt sorry for the hungry silkworms. In April, cuckoos are singing, and silkworms are clustered in the soil. In May, Uncle Ya sings, and the seedlings are childish and the grass is luxuriant.
9. Cuckoo Cuckoo It’s not dawn yet, but the plows are being set up and people are starting to plow.
10. In the cold weather, water birds depend on each other, and hundreds of them form a group to play in the sunset. All the passers-by couldn't get up, and suddenly they heard the sound of ice and flew away together.
11. During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.
12. The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the pistils are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come.
13. It snows in the Tianshan Mountains in May. There are no flowers, only cold. I hear the willows breaking in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery
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That’s all I can think of, I don’t know if it’s enough~