Zhu ziqing
drizzle
Dongfeng plum,
Sweep across my face,
The drizzle of stars,
This is the fluff of spring.
Spring article
Huh? Who awakened the grass?
It turns out that Miss Chun is scratching the grass!
Who is playing with fish?
It turns out that Miss Chun is playing with the fish.
Whenever spring comes, Miss Chun will play with us and grow together. ...
Whenever spring comes, it is our happiest moment.
Miss Chun, can you stay?
Spend a golden childhood with us!
According to yesterday's weather changes, I adapted Mr. Zhu's poems.