Bloom, in this season of light rain and smoke, in this season when butterflies forget their sadness, face the sunrise and the breeze, open your stamens one by one, and let your love dance on the green branches.
Is it too gentle? Clusters, clusters in full bloom! The golden color will dye vilen thoroughly, and even the sun will turn into a golden flower.
With such enthusiasm, the earth has already held its breath, and even the river has forgotten the direction of running.
Butterflies don't want to fly, a cocoon binds their childhood, and a butterfly dreams of spring in a gentle dream.
Second, the beautiful vilen
What a beautiful picture this is! Thousands of rape flowers are woven into a golden brocade and float to the south of the colorful clouds; What a spectacular sight it is! Thousands of rape flowers are clustered in the sea of Wang Yang in Yuan Ye, and the flowers are overflowing.
Breaking cocoon into butterfly, a butterfly flapping its wet wings in the flowers. She wants to fly, but she can't fly out of your wild feelings and golden dreams.
Butterfly can't tell her happiness. She dances lightly. She pursues a dream that has been sung for thousands of years. Contrary to the shadow in Changting well, butterflies are in Qi Fei between blue sky and white clouds.
A brisk little lark, singing her spring in the rape flower, awakened the butterfly's long-cherished dream with a light bird step, and a rape flower shyly reached her head.
This is so beautiful. Vilen, spring is slowly coming, a butterfly falls on a branch, and a rape flower is claustrophobic.
Third, rape is younger.
Who is rippling in my heart? In my memory, the willow is two colors of green, green like your eyebrows, and a yellow one hangs down.
The season has been alienated by the wind, and the faint red lips are as thin as smoke, leaving no rouge and a little drunk.
Rape flowers are still smiling in the spring breeze, and your black hair is still floating in your mind. What you can't hide is a red eye, a newly dyed red with a faint rouge.
Is it the lotus I waited for in my last life? Hanging on the branches of memory, this gentle bow, this charming bow, instantly stopped the heartbeat of a season.
It's the butterfly I chased in my last life. It flew around in the samsara, without flying out of the Changting ancient road, and the Qianjiang River was raging.
A butterfly inadvertently awakened an old dream of a river and stirred up waves in my heart.
Fourth, flowers bloom in dreams.
I am trapped in a strange vilen, with exotic flowers and plants that I miss day and night, colorful beauty and yellow! I always get lost in a foreign land and let my thoughts wander alone in the blue sky.
Dyed red and blue ... golden, let the petals of tulips cross, and the rape flowers in my hometown will bloom in my dream this season.
In this drizzly and smoky season, golden rape flowers are blooming everywhere in my hometown of Yuan Ye, and white butterflies in Zhuangzhou have been dancing lightly among the flowers.
I gently turned the earth, and on the other side of the earth, there were thousands of rape flowers in Yuan Yezhong, which were blooming like flowers.