: Let the heart wander.
In March, she was bathed in warm sunshine.
Let your heart wander in the soft spring breeze.
You come quietly and bring beautiful spring scenery.
Falling from the sky with flowers.
Arouse a trace of fragrance in her heart
Listen to the breeze and watch the waves ripple.
The warmth in the soul
Clothes woven into dreams
The bees find the flowers and gently put themselves away.
Huajing turns the heart into the most charming spring.
Eager to follow the soft sky
Through just visiting.
Let your heart have wings and fly freely.
Fly to the ideal palace
Join hands with colleagues to play a happy movement.
Blow open the curtain of dreams
You come gently
Blow open the curtain of dreams
Bring the sound of flowers.
And colorful in the world of mortals.
Warm my heart.
The east wind leads the way, and the spring sun is affectionate.
Meet you at the right time
The eyes of time
Avoid vicissitudes.
The inner murmur changed the truth.
Time flies like a picture, and time is like a dream.
You had me at hello.
The same warmth
In the depths of the season of love, it is lush.
Spring has just entered my dream.
Take literature as a mirror and poetry as an alliance.
You know best what you are thinking.
Snuggle up in the tenderness of poetry
In an instant, fate was predestined.
Cultivate a world of love with dreams
: Qiu Shuichang
Time cuts the wind, and summer enters the autumn bay.
Jia Jian is thin and his eyes are sad.
Acacia, melancholy, lovelorn,
Yue Hui is skinny, and his love is boundless.
My heart is full of sorrow.
I saw the lonely egret on the river again, dancing and beautiful?
Autumn water * * * sky is one color, lonely river is a new leaf boat.
Autumn tide turns over in autumn, and you are worried that the river will burst its banks.
How did the empty coast survive the hardships of many years? It is difficult to carry autumn in the boat.
Autumn wind rises, the flute is quiet,
The flute blew, and two lines of tears,
My heart flew away and thought for a long time.
In the silent night, the river is carrying a canoe, but it has left the water.
Don't hate the sound of the waves, it will add several layers of sadness to the dream.
The moonlight is clear and the stars are desolate.
Indus is sad, banana is sad.
The piano is hard to receive, and the heart is hard to play.
I have a cool Tang-style song rhyme, but I have a thousand worries between my eyebrows.
Before the red beans were planted with bodhi, Sansheng looked forward to hoary heads.
Meet again
It is worthy of the reunion of Xiangxi brothers, which is a kind of practice to welcome dust. I worry too much about wine.
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Don't be ambitious about wine,
A pot of worry;
Yeah, just 300 cups.
Just sit down and ask questions and leave.
: gardenia
Flowers in May have been ready since mid-winter.
Green, white, faint floral fragrance.
Send my long-cherished wish, beautiful.
Those scattered birthdays, those fresh and refined thoughts.
Flower language is eternal, and love will accompany you all your life.
Vent spring and warm summer. The smell is intoxicating.
There are countless hearts and countless spirits.
And eat flowers, either fried or fried.
Or the ravages of poverty and drought. Tough, healthy and self-sprouting.
Thousands of tillers, stubbornness, struggle.
Until it blooms, the result is endless hope and joy.
Simple initial purity, beautiful life, sincere life.