First of all, the moon in spring
She used the powder he gave her.
Paint his face white.
A gust of wind is coming
She heard the nearby stars snickering.
I quickly pulled up a cloud to cover it.
The cloud dodged naughtily.
Second, the spring breeze.
Feng Chun is drunk.
Holding a cup like a morning glory
hesitate
Put colorful wine syrup
Sprinkle everywhere
Ying Ying is blooming everywhere, dotted with flowers.
Make the ground fragrant.
Third, Liu Yaer.
Silver beads formed by light rain on the branches
Songs sung by birds in the clouds.
Layers of green fog filled the gap.
The fragrance drifted with the wind.
Reach out and pick one.
Put it in your mouth and chew it carefully.
That furry spring scenery
It spreads in the bottom of my heart.
Fourth, the lotus pond.
The evening breeze makes the lotus flowers in the pavilion smell fragrant.
Blow into the sky
The eyes of the stars
Are fascinated to tears.
Drop by drop in the lotus pond
twinkling
There is a sweet light
Five, spring dream
autumn wind
With a brown leaf
Wrap up the dream of spring
It's raining again.
Wrap it tightly
Bury in the soil
Like burying a sad song.
expect
expect
There will be more beautiful flowers next year.