spring
Thunder, the sky,
Rain moistens, and spring is coming.
In green, the warbler is red,
The rain in Mao Mao has become hazy.
No worries, no wine,
How many bright eyes have been dyed.
Step on some green,
Why not?
People who complain about ignorance are in a hurry.
Red apricot garden,
Sad?
Envy the faint fragrance of flowers on the wall.
When the wind comes, the willows bend over and laugh.
The sharp bamboo shoots in the sunshine break the ground.
In the children's running and laughing,
The east wind is tight and kites are flying all over the sky.
Yan is over there,
Happy play and sunset glow,
This kite,
Butterfly dance and double flowers.
Surfing and freehand brushwork,
Youth is nothing like it.
It thunders and stings;
It's raining in Mao Mao again. It's raining heavily.
How beautiful these flowers are,
There is half a room under the grass.
Rhododendron magnificently reflects the red color of the mountain.
Dyed a thousand times, delicate as cheeks.
Melancholy and melancholy,
Cui Cui Didi is like this.
Let's talk about spring,
Where do you remember it, autumn, winter and summer?
Come on, come on.