The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond.
On the top of the willow branches in the moonlight, people meet after dusk.
The spring breeze does not reach the end of the world, and there are no flowers in the mountains and cities in February
The young man drinks wine to meet the beauty of spring, but this year the head of the wine has turned white.
The wild grass is green in the spring shade, and sometimes there are flowers and trees.
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo. The duck prophet of the warm water in the spring river
The apricot blossom rain does not wet my clothes, and the willow wind does not blow my face cold.
Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.
The wild peaches are smiling, the bamboo fence is short, and the willows in the stream shake the sand and the water is clear.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?
The flute and drum are approaching, and the clothes are simple and the wind is blowing.
The mountains and rivers are full of doubts and there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers.
The loving peony contains spring tears, the powerless rose lies on the dawn branch.
As soon as Hu'er came to drink from the horse, the spring wave could only see the water flow stopped.
The fiery trees and silver flowers are eye-catching, and the spring breeze blows from the sky.
The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall
The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are singing, and the grass is growing and the white mandarin ducks are flying across the lake