Find the face of the spring breeze in a simple way
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.
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
Jiangshan bathed in spring, how beautiful, flowers send flowers.
I want to rely on the quiet scene at night to participate in this meditation.
The sunshine in spring is so warm that flowers and trees are full of vitality.
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds.
Noisy birdsong covers the spring, and all kinds of flowers cover the countryside in the suburbs.
I am here to see the distant Luoyang and the scenery in spring. When I meet my friends again, next spring will give me a more beautiful spring!
The flowers in the forest were swept away, but the grass was still alive.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Before Wen Daochun met, he went to Han Mei for information.
The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.
The cold notice was exhausted, and the spring breeze returned to the willow tree.
If the spring grass is affectionate, the mountains are still green.
Susu tidbits are late, flying lycopene is light.
The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.
The invasion of Ling Xue has returned the color of day lily, and the leakage of spring has become wicker.
Just like the spring breeze deceives each other, blowing off a few flowers at night.
The forest flowers are wet and the rain is rouge, and the water is long and green with the wind.
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
Flowers and trees know that spring is about to pass, and they want to keep the pace of spring and pay more attention.
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
The vicissitudes of nature make flowers wither, spring has passed, green leaves are lush, fruits are heavy, and it is almost the harvest season.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
The cold goes with the night, and spring comes one by one.
Spring is annoying, and there are a few flowers everywhere.
Peach blossoms spring water, bathing in the water.
It's snowing outside, Qian Shan is green, and the riverside in February is in full bloom.
The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the gate smoke is on the shore.
Weeds are green in the spring shade, and sometimes there are flowers and trees.
It is spring breeze, spring rain and spring flowers; I look at Jiangnan, and I look at Jiangbei. I see waves in the sky.
The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green.
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green.
A spring rain has added a lot of flowers to the mountain road, and the flowers are swaying in the wind, bringing a breath of spring to the mountain.
Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.
I'm afraid I'll leave an autumn. Swallows fly and ask the light, only the water in the pond knows.
Full of shade, shining in the green waves.
The east wind enters the courtyard and thousands of willows go west.
Poetry in spring
The poem of spring
spring rain
-the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.
Flowers in spring
-Donglan is snowy and melancholy, and life is clear.
Spring night
-At midnight, the Big Dipper languishes in the south.
spring
-spring water is brighter than the sky, and the painting boat listens to the rain.
spring breeze
Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me?
spring scenery
-Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
spring scenery
-try to see it on a detached stage, half a flower city.
spring outing
-Dongfeng knows that I want to travel in the mountains and blow off the rain between the eaves.
Chunsi
-Stop * * * flowers to change hair. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? .
The silence of spring
Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and there is no boat to cross the wild.
Spring sorrow
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Spring dream-a short good time
-When I slept with a pillow, I traveled thousands of miles in the south of the Yangtze River.
Spring hate
-life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.
Chungui
—— Falling in love is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect the flowers.
"Singing Willow" by Tang and Zhang Zhi;
Jasper dressed up as a tree with ten thousand green silk threads hanging down.
I don't know who to cut it for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
"Spring Dawn" Tang Meng Haoran
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
"Spring" Song Zhuxi
Beautiful spring outing in Surabaya, the endless scenery is new.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
Spring dream/
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Put your dreams in spring
It's called spring dream.
I tried to dream about you.
But always in vain.
I like to turn my pillow upside down when I wake up.
I heard that this will make your dream come true.
In this dreamy spring.
What I toss and turn is
South of Guzhen
Forget about spring.
An abandoned courtyard on a spring night
The breeze sings in a dream.
Listen to someone's footsteps in the distance.
Someone has returned to his hometown.
If there is moonlight on my pillow
I won't be able to sleep tonight
Because I still have her beautiful image in my heart
Dance my black eyes.
Every time I look up at the blue sky
Clouds float where they once fell.
Every time I embrace the night
The stars twinkle in the farthest place.
Want to shed a few tears under the lamp
Afraid of tears reflecting yesterday's heartbreak
Leave the warm and soft bed
I don't know who spring is waiting for.
You are under the bright window.
Thinking about love in spring
Think of autumn frost
Thinking of all the sweet flowers.
I'm already on my way to waking up from my dream.
Cry secretly
Laugh quietly
Slowly forget your heart.
Forgotten spring
Candlelight forgotten for missing
Or lonely hope?