What is the sound, like a string of small bells, gently passing through the village? What light reflects the blue sky like bright silk?
Ah, the river is awake! Peach blossom water in March dances with the beautiful sunrise and flows forward. There are 1000 peach blossoms sprinkled on the river and 10000 dimples swirling in the water.
Peach blossom water in March is the harp of spring.
The sound of the water echoes the sound of the tractor; That slender whisper is talking to the wheat seedling that just poked its head out of the snow quilt; The jingle of hitting the rocks on the shore is like the bell of a wheel rolling on the road?
Peach blossom water in March is the mirror of spring.
It saw swallows flying across the sky with white clouds wrapped on their wings; It saw weeping willows covered with long hair, like fog and smoke; It saw a group of girls coming to the river, and red lotus immediately floated under the water. They picked up the water like shaking off petals?
Ah, the grass on the ground, the willow eyebrows on both sides of the river, and the peach blossoms in March are so intoxicating.