Article 1:
It is better to listen to the wind and rain than to listen to the spring.
A trickle, or slowly, suppresses the soft sound of warm light.
Willows are long and short, goose yellow competes for green, and Anthurium splashes water.
Spring is naughty and crispy.
Scratching, a chase, a song you fight for.
The story of twittering between the eyebrows flies from one branch to another and spreads from one ridge to another.
The brush is busy and the paint is trembling.
Occasionally quiet, that is, the moonlight holds feelings and outlines mountains and rivers.
One after another, the driving cars are whistling; Cluster after cluster, the green is swaying.
Time to go, from south to north, from static to dynamic.
Peach blossoms opened, pear blossoms smiled, and apricot blossoms could not bear loneliness and opened their mouths.
There are more azaleas, and a large area has been opened, with mountains and slopes full of people.
The world of mortals is noisy. It was the spring waves that beat yesterday.
Don't be lazy, don't back down, and move on.
A kind of exuberance, a kind of strength.
A walk between you and me, a lush heart and dream, racing.
Article 2:
The spring rain is very good,
Kiss everything.
You see:
Peach blossoms are shy,
In the bud.
The willow danced its waist heartily,
Don't forget to take a picture in the water.
I open my arms,
Trying to embrace spring,
Only to find that:
I have been immersed in the embrace of spring.