Suona string red, green, green.
Dance on the drum
Stick to the performance
Fresh love
Street lamps are obsessed.
The stars are also staring.
The croissant is stuck in dad's neck.
But also with an input.
Emotions maintain order.
Suddenly, I let the wind blow away.
Surrounded by flying butterflies
See through.
yangge
Through the membrane of the sample
The colorful butterfly with fragrant flowers came unexpectedly.
Perifingertip
Dance with lively spirit and light spirit.
Outline the distant spring scenery in my field of vision
Spring is as simple as printing a square towel.
As gorgeous as the bride's veil
Dyeing by warp, weft and weft
Small coquetry of Zizyphus jujuba in needles
On the ground, the bitter herb blushed.
Those classic sunshine in spring
Touching the southern foot of Taihang with extra warmth over and over again.
This beautiful mountain depression
In a frivolous manner
Ai Shang Qin he
Countless rural customs
Flowing along the ravine like the wind.
Green covers the charming skin of the village.
Pick up any blade of grass and chew it in your mouth.
Will spit out a beautiful yangko
There are too many flowers and plants to name.
There are many kinds of yangko and there are no songs to sing.
At that time, plants had soil that allowed them to grow wildly.
Like whose new wife has the most handsome reputation.
Distributed along vines in three neighbors and five villages.
The night when the oil lamp blooms.
The skillful hand who made military shoes played a ditty for a long time.
Fierce field
The crisp singing intoxicated the stupid eyes of mud legs.
This is the birth and growth of flowers.
Those brilliant spring days are drifting away.
Much older than the rigid New Year pictures.
The corners of the mouth of the old man who occasionally basks in the sun at the entrance to the village
There are air-dried petals falling loosely.
Into a misty rain in my heart.