The balcony is reflected in the pond.
Crystal curtains move and the breeze rises.
Full of roses makes the yard smell good.
Wrong again:
A butterfly in love with flowers
Valentine's day roses are the most popular to sing this or give that.
Soft words pity cocoa, help flowers, color is warmer than fire. One-year-old Dongfeng blooms ten thousand flowers, how to lock a thousand gestures?
Remember, family should cherish me, I don't intend to meet you. Who weaves fruit with light silk at the bottom of leaves, and the spring breath of new buds urges pupae to break their cocoons.
Zhu Xuan Sun Chu
Asked about bamboo in Dong Xuan, the new shoots are very uneven.
The article hides a leopard in the fog, and the head touches the fan.
Escape gas rises first, and the whip falls west.
Finally, I used it and took a photo of Fukuyama's wife.
[Seven Laws] Never put off till tomorrow what you can.
Jasper reflects half the lake of the mountain peak,
Bright green, petals just sprouted.
It's rainy and warm in spring.
The wind is light and the fog is thick.
The boat is on the shore,
The bait looks for the trace of crucian carp.
Set traps with nylon rods,
Drink for thousands of minutes.
Two trees
Lianfeng
The original version first appeared on February 20, 2005.
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If there is no river in the middle
Will you stick out your roots?
approach
my heart
let it be
Every inch of dirt in your hand.
Nourish the fragrance of next season
If I were dirt
I want to pour out my enthusiasm.
Between the branches you stretch.
Full of nonsense
Look up
Your sweet tear glands
Fall from one leaf to another.
If there is no mountain in the middle
Will you use the eyes of every green leaf?
Talk to me.
Wang Zhe
One is your newly sprouted green.
As if you moistened your eyes.
A cloud that has been entangled in my heart for thousands of years
If I were a cloud
You are the warm wind.
Gently brush away the sadness condensed in my heart.
If I were warm wind
You are warm rain.
Laugh with me and watch the seasonal cycle.
Even if you can't hold hands.
Even if we can't face each other
As long as we can recite each other's names
In the end, it will be as beautiful as the scenery of this world.