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The spring breeze decorates it
The surge of vividness in the field of vision
The publicity of green? The shyness of red
A man who looks like a mountain
Twining up the lingering long hair of a water town girl
In the orange light
On the verdant oasis
Let’s have a vigorous love affair
The spring breeze is playing
A harmonious symphony in the ears
The whispering of trees? The chirping of birds
It’s not just the tits that are lively
It’s also the bright eyes of the outing
When the long skirts are flying
The branches bloom
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A curtain of dreams
The spring breeze awakens
The hibernating passion in the heart
The bamboo songs of insects, butterflies and bamboo shoots
< p> Everyone in the fields begins to singGrowth is an unrestrained major tune
Thoughts are a deep and melodious ditty
In the Grassland
< p> All the art of life is shown on the catwalk under the sunPart 2
The patter of rain
I came from the depths of the clear and flawless sky
Riding on the breeze? Riding on the white clouds
Yan Shengli vortex? Walking smoothly
I came to search
Looking for the thousand-year-old beauty The call of spring
Gurgling and gurgling
I came from the center of the violent and wild Lei Ze
Waving the electric flag? Beating the Kui drum
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I came from the dream of pious and diligent sentient beings
I sow longing and sweat
I look forward to the busy life of God
I Come here to meet
To meet a glorious period of life
Three
Spring is like tea
Mellow in the fresh years of Qingming
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There is also some bitterness in the fresh smile of the tea-picking girl
It is the mark of the indifferent thorns crossing your heart
Take a sip Morning breeze and evening dew
The taste of spring is bittersweet
The spring scenery is poetic
The bold music in Taibai
and the chic Dongpo In the bold roar
There is also some melancholy
It is the bumps of adversity that scratch the wounds of your body
Sing a song of morning flowers and evening rain
The artistic conception of spring is both warm and cold
Spring is like wine
Enjoy the spicy braised corn in western Hunan
and the warm nectar of Turfan grapes< /p>
There is also some unhappiness
It is the mark of despicable selfishness biting your soul
Drink a bottle of love, hate and sorrow
The intensity of spring Suitable depth (Text/Bizhu Qingtong)