2. Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves. Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
3. The sunshine on the Qingling platform is oblique, and your soul is eternal. Your Han is a butterfly, waiting to fly to other branches.
4, crazy with catkins sometimes see, where to find a pear flower. The warm wind in Jiangtian Spring Festival Evening is fine, and the flower sellers cross the bridge one by one.