Flowering tree
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Growing up on the road you must take
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you approach.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you finally ignore it.
Fall on the floor behind you.
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
Chapter two: The most suitable poems to recite.
Embrace spring
In the soft spring breeze,
Among the green leaves of willows,
In the cuckoo's cry,
On the bright side of flowers,
We saw the beautiful spring.
Sentimental in spring,
It uses the deep affection of leaves, delicate flowers and lingering wind.
Weave charming dreams for us.
Spring is warm,
The sun is shining, the breeze is weaving, and the spring rain is like milk.
It sows the seeds of hope in people's hearts,
Brew a beautiful fragrance.
Spring is the season of sowing,
Spring is the season of farming,
Spring breeze floats in the air,
Bring a little hope,
Flowers in bud,
Is telling the story of spring.
In spring, our feelings are fresh every day.
-The sun is shining, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant.
In spring, our mood is full of passion every day.
-Sow ideals, sow hope!
Spring is not only a season,
It is also a kind of mood.
Spring is not only the beginning of the revival of sleeping things,
It is also the awakening of people's minds.
Looking at the rippling willow branches and all kinds of flowers,
What do you think,
What to expect,
What can you expect?
Into the spring,
Let us feel the breath of spring happily,
Feel the warmth of spring comfortably.
Let's listen to the footsteps of spring quietly,
Striking the strings of life with the soul,
Embrace the spring of life warmly!
Chapter 3: The most suitable poems to recite.
Affectionate Jiang Nanyu since ancient times.
It is said that Jiangnan tastes best in the rain.
In the drizzle, I thoroughly felt the charm of Jiangnan water town.
Standing under the veranda, listening to the dripping rain hitting the ancient glazed tiles and bluestone slabs,
There is always a graceful and graceful sense of rhythm.
Look at the soft rain falling like beads along the eaves.
Falling in a misty river feels different.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, dense and oblique, with continuous drizzle.
Smoke is like fog, like a dream, which puts a mysterious veil on Jiangnan.
Poets never miss this short-lived inspiration.
Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane brings the hazy beauty of Jiangnan alleys in rainy season.
Rendered incisively and vividly.
The rain in Jiangnan is euphemistic.
Continuous rain is like endless silver thread, which keeps raining from morning till night.
It's easy to remind people of the past at this time.
Shen Yuan in the rain brings wet sorrow and melancholy,
That enduring sad love story will always appear in front of us.
And the broken bridge that I walked through thousands of times in my dream,
Those silent willows in the rain,
Always tell people an emotional story that has been passed down through the ages and will never fade.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is light and soft.
Like a faint fragrance, it keeps spreading.
"Soil and water support one side."
Girls in the south of the Yangtze River have become gentle and beautiful under the nourishment of rain.
They are elegant and fragrant, and they come into your heart sweetly with the crystal rain.
The rain in Jiangnan is elegant and ethereal.
Looking around, the whole world is shrouded in curling smoke.
When the gentle drizzle floats through the quaint towns in the south of the Yangtze River,
There is a classical melancholy in the town, which makes you feel beautiful.
When you go boating on the West Lake and feel the taste of "fighting the rain in the mountains",
Even if you are not a poet, you will be infected by this poetic scene.
The ethereal sky, the boundless lake and the lingering willows are all picturesque.
The rain in Jiangnan is graceful.
The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like a dream, a poem, a song and a rhyme!