1. In the east wind, the drizzle on my face is the fluff of spring.
It's spring, and the peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom. It opens on those bloody nights.
From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
4. Friend, it's spring. Dispel sadness, refer to tears.
5. Outside the wooden window, my cultivated land is Ma Pingchuan. My little yak, my single iron plow.
6. Dry willow branches will shrink vitality, leaving only a layer of dead skin. In dealing with the torture of winter, even if the sun is shining, I will never feel the temptation, even if the plum blossoms smell, I will never be able to compare with them.
7. In the night of myth, in the dark of the east, countless buds burst open, decorating Jiangnan with spring everywhere.
8. The frightened waxbilled bird looked at the celestial pole. I'm going to work and pick the seeds of my dreams. Let them shine in the palm of your hand and then all fall into the water.
9. The trembling valleys seem to wail together. But there have also been a few small cuckoos, such as a flame that can't be blown out. Let the world warm, and even the clouds will no longer float. My friends, suppose that spring is beautiful and rich. Because of the last chill.
10, smiling at the sun, although there is no torrent of flowers. Wash away the mirror handcuffs in winter and pour the smell of cheese. Floods all over the mountains, although there are no bird waterfalls. At the foggy dawn, thousands of silver beads were splashed down. Rolling in the street at dusk, but waiting.
1 1. Spring grows in our hearts and stays on our fingers, like running water jumping on thin ice and making a clicking sound.
12, it's a spring, it's a spring, birds make me intoxicated, flowers make me beautiful, I love spring.
13, unconsciously, it is the third spring. Looking around in the morning, there are peanut trees and birds passing through the forest.
14, the spring scenery is pleasant to talk about, the flowers in Nanshan are all over Beishan, the poplar branches blow for thousands of lines, and the couple orioles are called the breeze.
15, I saw rhododendrons flying in groups in the depths of hundreds of flowers, competing for each other.