Goose, goose, goose
Xiang Tiange.
White hair floating green water,
The red palm dials the green wave.
Silent night is thinking: there is such bright light at the foot of my bed, can there be frost already? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Xiao Chun: In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Koike: Spring eyes are silent and cherish the stream of play, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
Mountain Road: The stone road is inclined in the distant cold mountain, and there are people from Bai Yunsheng. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
When I return to my hometown, I will write a book: Leave my hometown, return to my hometown, and the local accent will not change. When children meet strangers, they will ask them where they come from.
Seeing Lin Zifang off from Jingci Temple: After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.