Early morning in April
Girl, leaning against the carved window, looking into the distance.
Qingming. The drizzle moistened deep eyes.
Waiting quietly, the sun warms her face.
In the early morning of April, the girl has put on some purple.
Drift across the path of spring
The boat of the heart stays in the drifting time like a stream.
Smile back and say goodbye to the clouds in the sky.
That tree is pink and green.
Spring water has been flowing on the bridge of years.
Modern poetry describes the morning in April. On the morning in April, the sky is blue.
It's blue, blue and a little transparent.
Clouds wander in the air, dreaming and drifting away.
Looking forward to the wind blowing from the gap outside Shan Ye, embrace it.
In the early morning of April, there is no sunshine.
Flowers shy smile, stretch soft waist, charming and moving.
Wait for dew to fall from the sky and kiss them sweetly.
This moment is beautiful and sacred.
In the early morning of April, it seems a little fascinating.
The girl leaned against the windowsill and combed her long hair carefully.
Sweet smile, slightly overflowing from the wind.
The smell of missing pervades the surrounding air.
Filar silk soft, mixed feelings. ...
Honey, tell me.
What could be better than this April morning?
Some miss, some miss, silently. ...