Poems in March in Yangchun

In the spring of March, the hymn is as follows:

1. After Yingying Yanyan flies away, the pink pear is thin.

2, more pears, flying flowers, spring is also awkward.

3, spring water is full of four ze, and summer clouds are strange.

4, moon pear, borrowing dreams, lace cloister.

5, the desert is rustling, fragrant frozen pear flower rain.

6, three or two peach blossoms outside the sun bamboo, Chunjiang plumbing duck prophet.

7. In this door last year, peach blossoms set each other off.

8. In the Han Dynasty, there were no wheat and rice, but there were pear flowers in the wild path of the mountain stream.

9. Jiang Nanchun was heartbroken, and Pingman Tingzhou people did not return.

10, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

1 1, look at the red and wet place, and the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.

12, jasper makeup is as high as a tree, and thousands of strands of moss tapestries hang down.

13, cold and light after rain, fragrant and soft before the wind, and pear blossoms in spring.

14, pear blossoms bloom in the desert, and willows stay in succession.

15, February and March in Yangchun, the grass is the same color as water.

Beautiful sentences describing March

1 and the tenderness in March reveal a different kind of kindness, gently brushing people's cheeks, some shy, some reserved, some mysterious, loving my poems, flowing my soul and thinking leisurely.

March light rain, March breeze, passed in front of me.

3. In March, Mu Feng, there were empty mountains and condensed clouds. Wandering around with friends, overlooking the castle peak outside the building, the sunset crowning on its top, the bright sunshine boiling with blood, covering the nearby Bai Cui, showing its color: it is like a peerless dancer, with a drunken face, pink peach blossoms, blurred eyes and bare mouth.