Soft sunshine
Blush for a drop of morning dew
Lonely ice in the past, because of you
Looking back, the bright smile melted.
Stroll in the flowers
The songs of birds are all lyrical.
There is nothing you can do.
As soon as I stretched out my arm, my fingertips met Minche's.
The sky and the wings of the eagle
Have not forgotten
Twenty young people, at
In your singing, singing and dancing.
Your sleeves are beautiful and your skirt is elegant.
Who is more affectionate?
Have you hidden the dance of the soul in your chest?
At the moment when eyes meet, there is a faint surplus.
Feeling: Although you can't hold hands, you can collect them.
A little happiness, after years of circulation.
The heart is like a dancing valley.
The warmth of filar silk moistens the beautiful season.
Sister Mei, it's you.
Light, burn, burn the passion of May.
Your lips are warm with beautiful words.
Because of you, surrounded by you.
Flowers, colorful, compete for novelty.
Butterflies, flies and bees landed on the winding path.
Sweet love comes into my eyes.
With a smile, the most beautiful thing is to be with you.
The fate of a farewell and an idea poured out.
A tear. Brush of the years
We have long been unable to outline our light posture.
Don't be sad! On the road of life
Every ferry can dock or ferry.
When we are together.
Those feelings, those sights, those ......
Still flowing in my heart, still smiling, as always warm.
When you read, it is warm.
Article 5! The wind in May blows to Baluchistan Mountain,
Trees are green, flowers are in full bloom,
A colorful world is coming to us;
Ah! May winds blow to the delicious rivers,
The ice melted and the water became clear.
The waves are singing happy songs;
Ah! May winds blow to the Kurustai grassland,
The grass is green, the eagle is flying,
Snow-white yurts are like stars;
May! Romantic May,
Beautiful May,
Flaming May;
May! Welcome the spring breeze and spring rain,
Absorb sunlight in the air;
May bathed in the warmth of spring,
Flying in the blue sky;
May is full of flowers! May is full of flowers!
May is full of flowers!
Walking into Baluchistan Mountain in May,
Is to walk into a fascinating world of flowers and plants;
Walking into the Kurustai grassland in May,
Is to walk into a green natural oxygen bar;
Miss Chun is dancing in a graceful posture.
Birds are singing in the sky,
Lambs and calves bleat,
Little friends are laughing happily;
Look at that peony valley,
A blooming peony flower,
Bathed in the bright sunshine, competing for beauty and openness;
Look at the mountains in the distance, just like a colorful rainbow hanging on the horizon.
Yellow rape flowers, purple lavender flowers,
Red roses, pink morning glory and blue Fritillaria.
This is a sea of flowers,
This is a paradise for bees and butterflies.
Listen! Listen! That's the melody and symphony of flowers!
The mountains in Tacheng are all in bloom! The mountains in Tacheng are all in bloom!
The sun is shining here, birds and flowers are singing,
Here, green mountains and green hills, Jinshan Yinshan;
Rock paintings 3000 years ago tell old stories.
The beauty of wild apricot flowers is the treasure of Bashan.
Sun Longzhen's tomb is covered with cypress trees.
Xiao Baiyang's moving song echoed in the border.
We salute the post, the national flag and the motherland solemnly;
This is the grassland in May, the mountains and rivers in May and the blue sky in May.
The mountains are in full bloom and the grasslands are singing.
Bashan dance, white clouds flow;
Come on! Come on! Come on!
Brothers and sisters in the north and south of Tianshan Mountain,
Dear friends and relatives from all corners of the country,
This is the beautiful, harmonious and happy hometown in oil painting!
The mountains in Tacheng are all in bloom!
May is full of flowers!
Are the mountains in Tacheng blooming? Is it open? Open? La!
Wen Yi/Xizi Wen Jun in Six Stories (USA)
Return from the shadow of spring
Running water, and
Those floating bubbles and petals
Time and space, just
Thin clouds
There are also some unexpected ones.
Accidental raindrops
Sunlight touches your fingertips, subtle.
Like a butterfly, the fragrance is still there.
You're here, okay?