Blue warms people's hearts and awakens the world.
Dog barking, distant bells, drizzle
The sideburns are full of stars
Just for the Covenant under the peach blossom
Keep the secret of life in a plum blossom vase.
Look at the end of this song, a drumstick, a woman with broken dreams.
Run to the end of the world with Huma
Stepping on the sky, hay is the crown.
Clear pronunciation and mellow voice brings a full moon.
In April, the flowers are still blooming.
The vine is not dead, and the stone is not rotten.
There is no sorrow in the world, you are opening a mountain.
Dig a way home.
Just say acacia, not to the bone.
@ You are April Day on Earth (2)
We are on the earth. Bite a flower
Let's have sex with flowers and birds.
Look at the peach blossom blocking in spring and turning to powder.
For my beautiful grandmother.
A courtyard with fallen flowers and flutes.
Laughter at the wall.
Look at the charm of women
"I am ashamed to go and smell the green plum."
Write about Chai Feng in April and let go of your mistakes.
Decorate with flowers
Swallow all the stamens on the south bank
Get the boat drunk.
Put on your skirt slowly.
Look, Wu Gou is drunk.
Pour a glass of turbid wine from words.
Sing infatuation between pages.
Like Kant, in April.
With my hometown, I stole every second at night.
@ Spring, count her flowers every night.
China Chunyu
It moistens everything silently and gently.
Plant everything on a kind mountain top.
Embroider the eyes of the Milky Way with three colors.
Brocade book on the cloud.
Hello bluebird
Qinnan building
Eat a flower called yellow flower.
The finger of the rolling bead curtain points to Jiangdong.
At the end of a painting
Find the beginning
Look at the ends of the earth on bamboo slips
The mountains and rivers on the strings embrace each other.
Look at the good time for seeds to grow.
Look at the silver fox driving itself in the snow-capped mountains.
Eliminate sadness
Look at Cui Hu planting peach blossoms on his forehead.
Looking at spring every night and counting her flowers.
Oh! Taohua in Cuihu has lived for more than 800 years.
Oh! Butterflies in Zhuangzi
Dancing for more than two thousand years.
Oh! My full branches have blossomed countless more flowers.
It seems that I ...
Like spring.
Count flowers every night.
Give it to slow time.
Give it to the land.
Back to youth, back to heart.
Buxia Spring
The chilly spring is the future of Bai Ou.
Lay a river and wait for the east wind to break ground.
Green and hidden thin lines blow horizontally.
The flowers upstairs smiled again.
Pu ying ku bu Xia Jin Guan cheng
When the sting insect was unearthed,
The bamboo path leaks from the eye of the bamboo shoot tip.
Waiting for the bluebird to fly back to the kite.
Magpie feathers are flying on the branches.
Waiting for the windows of heaven to flash.
The fish is covered with ice, and the scales are shaking.
Set up a short awning under the shade of an old tree and stand on the east side of the bridge.
Looking at the thin shadow of Zaomei against the background of amorous feelings.
Set a cloth, a sector and a ruler.
Just ask the embroidery needle foot
"Spring breeze, since I dare not know you, why should I separate the silk curtains beside my bed?"
Set up a woman
Dress up in the spring breeze.
Put a charming smile under the three-foot sleeve
Breathing is like a flower under a cloth.
On this day last year, people face peach blossoms.
Set the next king.
A flowing poem and spring flowers
Have deep feelings
There is only whispering in the yard.
Thrush depth is out of date?
@ Hugh Xihong
I escape the opening and closing of nature.
make a futile effort
Each length
Feed your eyes with stars and the moon.
Look at the sun in childbirth.
Shine on ordinary and extraordinary things
Be troubled by ...
The joys and sorrows of the world
Open the cloudy temples with uncertain rain or shine.
Wrinkles that haunt mother.
Listen to the breath of the branches like flowers.
Be troubled by ...
Three-point white born at night
Mend my flowers.
Lost in every sallow dusk.
Open the earth with your chest and sow.
Be troubled by ...
In the eyes of the rich
Looking at the past, they have fallen, lighter than feathers.
I am troubled by a flower that died in spring.
Look at the father of time standing between heaven and earth.
Who is deployed under the moon?
Metaphysical numerology
Who is howling in the sky? Don't wash red, don't wash red.
Who sighs in time that things are gone forever?
Okay, you hold me behind you.
I hold time in my arms.
Printed on clothes
We wandered in the light.
Projecting you to the ground
Longer and shorter.
Shorter and shorter