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 blossom.
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 is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees.
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.
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Poetry related to summer:
At night, when the south wind rises, the wheat is covered with yellow "Look at the harvested wheat"
Deep in the city, spring goes and spring comes, but summer is still clear.
The first summer was peaceful, and the grass didn't rest.
I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will clear up before you feel that summer is deep.
Qingjiang is a song that embraces the village, and the village pavilion in Xiajiang Village is quiet.
Why don't you like wheatgrass? Xia Muyang is a lovely girl.
As soon as Xiao He showed his sharp horns, a dragonfly stood on the top of the "small pool"
It rains at home in Huangmei season, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.
The mountains and plains are green, the rivers are white, and the rain in the regular voice is like smoke.
The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers are different in color, "Jingci Temple comes out at dawn."
Rice fragrance says harvest, listen to frogs.
The crystal curtains are moving, the breeze is blowing, and the roses in the courtyard are accompanied by "Mountain Pavilion Summer"
We watched the green trees around your village, and the pale blue of the distant mountains, "passing through the old village"
The path is covered with white felt, and the lotus leaves in the stream are covered with green money.
It's cool in May in Panasonic Mao Ting, and it's late in Ting Shayun's book.
After I left, I went to Liang Shang Yan, and I was close to the water gull "Jiangcun"
The wind comes and blows away, looking at the water under the lake.
I slept for a long time, thinking mercilessly, watching children catch willow branches.
Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.
Red and purple have become dust one after another, and the cuckoo sounds like a new poem in early summer.
When the sun is shining, the warm wind blows the fragrance of wheat, and the green grass beats the flowers, so early summer is here.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, light makeup is always appropriate.
The shade did not reduce the road, but increased the oriole's four or five "three roads in the road"
In summer, Zhou Nan got drunk, so I took some sleep and opened the "Summer Encounter Works" in the north.
There is no catkin because of the wind, but the sunflower is inclined to the sun.
One night, the rain was as cool as a dream, and Qiu Lai's Summer Miscellaneous Poems came from the lotus leaf.
The breeze suddenly blows the lotus leaves, and mercury pours from the sapphire plate.
There is snow in Kunlun Mountain, and it is often cold in Penglai.
In the moonlight, boats and flutes crisscross, and the wind gathers pool lotus to enjoy the cool at home.
There are many insects singing in the bamboo forest, which is not the wind.
The wind sends me lotus fragrance, the bamboo leaves bring dew, and in summer, the south pavilion thinks of Xin.
It's noon when the ground is shaded by trees. When I dream of a stray dog, I say "Summer".
When the water is full, sometimes herons can be seen, and the grass is deep everywhere.
Shaking a white feather fan lazily, naked in the green forest "Summer Mountain"
Paper screen, stone pillow, bamboo square bed, tired hands, throwing books, dreaming of boarding in summer