2. The fallen flowers are silent, only one bloom's happiness is hidden. Happiness is in my heart, and when I recall it, the fragrance disappears.
3, I really want to fold a long lotus leaf, such as holding a parasol, which is a kind of possession; I really want to pick a pointed lotus. If I hold a heart, it is satisfaction.
Spring is like a kannika nimtragol who has just passed the door. She never dared to observe the severe winter at close range at the first time. She just curled up behind the curtain of the spring breeze and looked at the time that had already belonged to her. She is shy, timid and delicate.
5. The sound of the piano is slow, and the played strings flow through the joys and sorrows of life as shallow as water, which string is broken, causing the flowers to dance in front of them, as drunk as resentment.
6. Spring is the smiling face of flowers, with faint new green willow branches stretching their bones and muscles, and the grass opens its sleepy eyes to see the world; Spring is all kinds of kites swaying in the sky, and it is the child who runs all over the mountains with kite strings;
7. However, in winter, he refused to take a curtain call and left the scene, struggling to let go of his last arrogance. He is still unfinished, continuing the coldness and majesty of the past and giving a cold face to the coming spring.
8. Greening between bamboo leaves is life; The black on the distant mountain is also life. Listen, the cry of young birds in the forest indicates the arrival of life; The buzz of insects among flowers tells us the power of life. ...
9, beginning of spring, the wind is still as cold as usual, but has lost the cold in winter, no longer hard to touch the wall of the Mao Mao ring, ruthlessly hit the branches sobbing, sharply scraping the faces of boys and girls, hard Qing Wu with ice.
10, your flowering period is short, suddenly like a dream, fleeting; Your growth is long and fruitful, and many people have paid the price of love for it.
1 1, spring is the goddess of nature. After waking up, she freshened up by the dresser, and she combed the frozen running water. Spread colorful flowers on the earth; Wash away the sky blue in the Ming Che; Open the dark clouds and let the colorful sunshine shine on everything again.
12, quiet moonlight. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my old mother under the lamp. ...
13, all kinds of lotus flowers, some elegant as swans, looking forward to it; Some pools are full of pointed lotus flowers, pink as a charming girl, shy.