A pair of lovely sisters,
Mother Nature raised them.
Flowers in the sky are called stars,
The stars on the ground are called flowers.
Although we are separated,
But the color and smell are the same.
The light of stars, the smile of flowers,
Reflected late at night.
When the East reveals its snow-white belly,
The flowers in the sky finally withered,
Look, a drop of crystal white dew,
The stars in the world are full of tears.
Listen, Qiu's voice
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
The tree shook its arm,
Brush,
This is the voice of yellow leaves.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Crickets flap their wings,
"**",
Saying goodbye to the balcony rhymes.
Rows of geese catch up with the white clouds,
Sprinkle a warm reminder;
A gust of autumn wind swept across the field,
Send a harvest song.
Listen,
Walking into autumn,
Walking into this huge concert hall,
Hello, listen to Qiu's voice.
The sound of autumn,
In every leaf,
In every flower,
In every drop of water,
In every unfolded grain.
Listen,
The sound of autumn,
Come in a hurry from afar,
Walk away in a hurry.
Listen,
We heard the sound of autumn.
Spring Day-Zhu
Win the day and find the fragrant shore, and the boundless light and shadow will be new for a while.
Waiting for the east wind will always be spring.
Juyuan Yang, an Oriental City in Early Spring.
The poet Jing Qing is in the Spring Festival, and the green willows and yellow are half uneven.
If you stay in the forest, then you are a flower watcher when you go out.
A light rain in early spring-Han Yu
The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near.
The most important thing is the benefits of a spring, which is definitely better than a willow.
Sheri- Wangjia
Under the mountain of Ehu, the rice is fertile, and the finless porpoise lives opposite the chicken.
Santo's shadow scattered in the Spring Club, and everyone was intoxicated.