Flying shrike in the east, flying swallow in the west, and Huang Gu met when she was a weaver girl. In April, the south wind turns yellow, but the jujube flowers don't fall in the shade. Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows goose feathers and snow one after another. The children rushed to chase Huang Die, but there was nowhere to find broccoli. So they left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Huang Si's family is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. The poet's Spring Festival is clear, green and yellow.
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Wen Yiduo
Life is a worthless blank sheet of paper,
Because green has given me development,
Red gives me enthusiasm,
Huang taught me to be true to myself,
Blue taught me to be noble,
Pink gives me hope,
Gray gives me sadness;
And then finish this color picture,
Black will kill me.
Since then,
I love my life,