1. Reveal the secret of blooming;
to the Xinyi queen in the valley;
The wind starts from;
Look at the flowers People's hairline passes by;
Peach red falls to the ground, at the foot of the mountain;
The willows on the bank have quietly turned green;
The river wants to look like;
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The idle clouds bathing in the river;
I still don’t understand;
The thoughts of the rolling river;
Every wave They are all looking back;
They are not just unable to part with each other;
A bunch of reeds are holding back;
But it is helpless that spring is already late;
Grain Rain is the beginning of spring;
Sunny or not sunny;
Neither can resist the arrival of summer;
Rice flowers are waiting The fragrance is flowing and the days are waiting to be full.
2. The dream of clouds is ripe;
— one rain after another, plumping the earth;
The smile of the green wind lightly lifts the purple clouds Ying's skirt;
The dormant insects awaken;
The thoughts of grains fly out of the long night of soil;
On the moss eaves;
The humble grass stems, the green leaf tips and the young corollas;
The fine eaves dripping with warm smoke, the busy farming of the terraces;
The song doves sow and transplant seedlings in their feathers;
The swallows’ wings cover the melons and beans in the shadow;
From then on, the spring floods fueled the season’s anticipation and the fishermen’s graceful seasonal desires;
The warm sound of spring Freehand the distant mountains;
Indifferent to the near water;
The rain in the fields is in full bloom;
The rain in the spring fields is in full bloom.