I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the surrounding wind;
Your soul dances in the glory of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
Breathing the soft wind at dusk
The stars twinkle with unconscious light.
The rain in Mao Mao sprinkled the flowers with joy.
That's light, that's elegant, and you are,
You wear a crown of flowers,
In your naive and serious way
You are the full moon every night.
When the snow melts, you look like a yellow gosling
You are as tender as a bud.
How subtle! Long live!
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a blooming flower from tree to tree.
Swallows chirping on the beam.
You are love, warmth and hope.
You are the April day on earth!
Ancient Poetry: Peach Blossoms in Dalin Temple of Bai Juyi
In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.
Zhu Yizun's Best of Yuanyang Lake
The sound of evil flies touches the smoke, and the red silkworm sleeps in April.
Glistening flowers are full of steamed dew, and purple baskets are full of money.
Zhang Shunmin Qu Li's own language is enough to make a difference.
I don't know peaches and plums in March, but I don't know warblers in April.
Unexpectedly, Chu Shi, who loves floating, got off the bus and saw the peony flowers first.