Flowers win the east wind, and Mei Yingchun flies snow to welcome the spring. Love is thirty-six, and English is beautiful. Beware of the frost bird, the pink butterfly is dead. Sometimes the bright moon shines high, and the fragrance overflows every day. I have a lot of backbone, standing on Wan Li cream. Where the fragrance smells flowing water, the shadow falls on the savage. If I live in the Peach Blossom Garden, I won't let the petals of peaches fall into the water and go out with the water, because I am afraid that fishermen will find holes with the water when they see peaches in the water! Proud and cold, full of iron and blood, enterprising and full of lofty sentiments. Welcome Xiangxiang and look forward to the spring return. Qi Xin worked together to drive away the March 9th chill and open his heart to the sun. The sun shines on thousands of families and firecrackers are ringing. Beautiful mountains and clear waters. The spring breeze blew away the mirror, and the drizzle came to Guiyang. Birds are calling for friends, rivers and streams are laughing and singing. Exquisite, cold plum and white jade, winter goes and spring comes; Warm and unrestrained, new willow green silk tapestry, spring is coming!
Yingchun is at the door, waiting for bloom. I am happy and happy, and the music turned to Hong Jun. Yan Zi whispers, expressing the elegance of spring; Huang Ying sings, reporting wind and mystery. Life is a long way to go, so live in the mountains and eat. No regrets, no ambitions. It is not until the bank at low tide widens that your mind becomes wider; No wind stirred my lonely sail, and my ambition was rewarded. Winding, empty and ethereal, green hills climb the road; Crystal clear, full of water, sailing on the green water. The duck prophet warms the water in spring, but the tree sees the fairy Xia Hong early. It's not heavy makeup. It's always beautiful. The flower basket is full of humanistic care, and scissors cut out new clothes on the earth. Fly a kite to meet the goddess and ride the east wind to the sky.
Hard-working people should not be coaxed by lazy people. Indus will be planted in bloom. Morning glory hangs high, and the songs are long. Love phoenix tree, cherish spring. The wheat seedlings are green, as green as jade; Rape flowers bloom in gold. Mulberry branches are tender and leaves are tender, and fat balls cover grain plants. For others and for yourself, when you are busy, you will be busy.
Square in front of the window, charm in all directions; The breeze is blowing in your face, and spring is everywhere. Butterflies fly over the wall, and spring scenery is not necessarily next door? Swallows are busy nesting in wet mud and sleeping in pairs on the warm beach. Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat for the wild crossing. If you have no leisure to visit Chunshan, you must seize the busy farming season to sow hope.
Don't praise the cow doll, it's colder than the March tung flower. The more wit, the less courage. Tung trees make wheels, and eight stalks weave chariots and horses. After thanking, the makeup was heavy, but the rock water was frozen. Butterflies are cold, their wings are broken, flowers are cold and unhappy. The spring is chilly, and the rain is crowded with snow. The feast is no longer in the dream, but the grass is far away. Retreat for progress, although still alive. It is better to be blown into snow by the spring breeze than to be crushed into dust by Nanmo. Now the mountains are heavy and the waters are heavy, and the flowers are bright. Low-key ten years, the blade is still there; A bird doesn't sing, and the mountain is more secluded. The moon stars are rare, and the spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan; When the snow melts and the ice disappears, the bull will rush to the sky again. The grass grows in Fei Ying, and the willow sleeps drunk. Who can have all the love, who can enjoy boundless scenery. Taoling four lanes, Shui Yuan peach blossom color; Qu Zi served the country and Du Ruoxiang was in Hunan.
Willow by the river, mulberry on the green castle. The branches of red apricots are full of spring, and beautiful warblers are singing by the Youshui River. Birds seek freehand brushwork, peaches and plums soak in the spring breeze. Smoke and water are bright, flowers are fresh. Plums with red leaves are soft and tender, and the red leaves are red. The wind blows, the waves wash the sand. The stream is long and the magpies are chirping. Egrets rise and smell fragrant; The oriole sings and the swallow returns. No regrets, cuckoo urges spring. Spring is like the sea and flowers are like the ocean. The sun takes away the shadows and the moon brings beautiful makeup. All corners of the country are inseparable from the cold, and colorful is always spring. Animals come and go, and the vegetation is high and low. Qin Jian Qin Cheng, we meander forward under the green hills; Ancient style and ancient land, misty rain on the balcony. Luo Qing nepotism, blue carpet line. Rice, rice, egrets, snow, azaleas and mountains are all red. Sunrise cabin, sunset boat. Jiang Tao Yong, green mountains and green waters are inexhaustible. Pine rows of mountains are full of green mountains, and it rains at night; Pearl in the heart of the moon, fairy wangjiang. Splash clear waves in another river; Youyou fish and shrimp, have fun.
Water protects fields, and mountains give green. Yellow and green compete for beauty, and red and purple compete for Fang Fei. The red star shines a little, the smoke is misty, and the rain is invisible. The blue sky is far away from the sails, and the Cangshan grass forest. Rush for gold and silver, step on the nursery and serve mother sang diligently. The spring rain is fine and the rice is fragrant. Tanaka and lush, courtyard flowers misty water. Adults are doubly busy working in the fields, while children are crying for songbirds in the trees. At dusk, the songs sing and the moonlight dances diagonally. Storm city head, film farmer. Since the east wind sends warmth, don't blame the spring rain for falling flowers Flowers fall on their own, in time; Birds crow in the air and suffer. Before the hook is hung, spring will suddenly come back. Close to the mountains and distant mountains, draw cigarettes; Takada Hirata, stair chess. Rice and grass are green. Grass is greener than sand. Tea bubbles are scattered all over the place, and pears and dates are dense. Sweep a few cattail fans, sweep mosquitoes and insects, and clean them inside and out; A long skirt is green, long and moist, and there is no anxiety from generation to generation.
Spring returns early, and bloom is red. With the flowing water, the peach is unintentional, and the drum is green and yellow. Love for spring is like leaving a foundation. When you cherish it, you should strive for the second shade. Swallows come every year, and there is an east wind every year. The blade is often sharpened, but youth stays in diligence.
At dusk in spring, the haze is boundless, and the trees and grass in the sky are proud. Rhododendron calls seeds, honeysuckle flatters and presents treasures. People love stacks and flowers love spring. The wind is chaotic and the rain is scattered. Falling flowers are affectionate and righteous, and the fruit is true. The fragrance in front of us is gone with the wind, and neighbors smoke bamboo shoots and climb over the wall.
Think long, read long. Spring blossoms and autumn fruits, plant first and then harvest. Duckweed sends spring home, while Dongxi carries fallen flowers. Every heart remembers the gentle wind, and it is a hot summer in a blink of an eye. Enjoy the joy of the world first, and then worry about the world. I don't intend to hold spring in my hand, so I'd better give it to the pen. Log in frequently and post more. Who says spring is nowhere to be found? I have turned to my heart.