1, peach blossom in Dalin Temple
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed. I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
2. "Titian Chengnan Village"
Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
3. Tomb-Sweeping Day
Mourning day, drizzle like tears; Pedestrians on the road want to die. Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
4. Jiangnan Spring
Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills. More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.
5. "Su Xinshi Xugong Store"
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
6. It's not worth going to the park.
Perhaps my master was worried that my wooden shoes trampled his precious moss and tapped Chai Men lightly, but no one opened it for a long time. But this spring spring, after all, can't be caged. Look, there is a pink apricot sticking out of the wall.
7. Sunny scenery
Buds appear before the rain, but there are no flowers at the bottom of the leaves after the rain. The bee butterfly has crossed the wall, and it is suspected that spring scenery is in the neighborhood.
8. Spring outing in Qiantang River
From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake. Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe. I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.
9. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
10, the flute in Los Angeles on a spring night.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles. In this nocturne, the willow is broken, and no one can afford to be homesick.