The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the creeks and bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridles are shaking. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears, and the high building is not close to the dangerous wall. Reliance. The end of Pingwu is the Spring Mountain, and pedestrians are even outside the Spring Mountain.
It is difficult to type on a mobile phone.
Visiting Jinling Lu Cheng in early spring
[ Du Shenyan]
Only eunuchs and tourists are surprised by the new phenology.
Yunxia rises over the sea and plum blossoms cross the river in spring.
The sweet air urges the yellow birds , the clear light turns to green apples.
Suddenly I heard an ancient song, and I wanted to think about it.
Today I am thinking about the rain, snow and falling. I will not mention this one, it is more famous.< /p>