The village lives in Gao Ding, Qing Dynasty. The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February day, and the willows on the embankment are ⑵ drunk and ⑶ spring smoke. The children returned early from school (4) and were busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly paper kites (5).
Spring returns - Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as orchids. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflect the sun in a different kind of red. I park my car and sit in love with the maple forest at night. The frost leaves are red in the February flowers. A ray of setting sun spreads across the water. Half the river is rustling, half the river is red and green, and the poplar smoke is light and cold outside. The red apricot branches are Spring brings the fragrant red lotus root, the remaining jade mat is from Li Qingzhao's Hong Luo Fu tent, the four-cornered sachet is from the peacock flying southeast to Wuling, the young people are vying for their heads, and an unknown song of red silk is from the pipa. Late at night, I suddenly dream about the youth, and the dream cries and makes me shed tears. The red lantern is riding on the same horse as the red dust concubine laughs and recognizes the spring breeze. The colorful colors always come from the spring. Zhu Xi Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is old. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Can you not remember Jiangnan?