Seasonal poetry

The same officer has been seen three times for generations.

My son can be isolated, but Jun-eun only moves to the left.

Temporarily return to the four seasons, raise the whip around the DPRK.

A few days ago, on the edge of the golden platform, Acacia repeatedly sent notes.

Cui Yan is not silent, but there is no season.

It's rare to meet you today. A word for you.

The exposed pillar is made of wood, and the scale is only pig iron.

If people come from all directions, monk Mo Daoshan can rap.

Time can easily throw people away, turning cherries into red and bananas into green.

I was sick in March. How can I go for a spring outing and wander again? Green is floating in the sky, red feelings are thrown on the ground, and melancholy comes late.

Shanzhai Try one's best, and the sudden breeze blows the face to send Fang Ai. Let me see who arranged it well.

Spring is back. This requires a lot of speculation. Don't spend too much time. The vertical frame is cold, the roses are blooming, and Huang Ruihuai is pregnant.

Gao Tai In this season, roses are squeezed until early summer. When there is fragrance in your hand, you will get a good poem to sing.

Yunshan, Wan Li, all silver waves, mostly covered with snow. Recognize the jade in the sky, the Optimus Prime stone, the white background and the velvet on the ground. Hanging on the frozen layer, the sky is close to the valley, and the exhibition season is raging, shaking the valley dome. People * * *, see grass with dew, fly away. Henghong

Kang, Tibet, West and East. It's an affair, who cares? It's sunrise immediately, but I'm a hero. Holding Kunlun Mountain in the left hand, overlooking the Yangtze River, we are looking at mountains and rivers. Clap together and raise the red flag, the first peak.