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【Bamboo Pavilion Youzhai Linping】Butterfly Love Flower Tanchun
Rain lotus green ripples
Heating rejuvenates the guest. Fairy basket, point roster.
March peach bees collect honey. Flutter your wings and steal the juice of the heart.
Fine willow weeping silk flying wool weaving. The smoke and rain are hazy, and the east wind is powerless.
The thick sleeping begonias are still blue. Roller blinds to see the West Garden Stranger.
Butterfly love flowers, early spring is not like spring
Mayy
Gradually feel the spring back to the song strange, the east wind, look through the roster.
The eyes of the love butterfly are empty, and the willow branches are not colorful.
I am the master of the spring call guest, the guest Shanshan, urge no high strategy.
Every time you leave a moment in the peach orchard, a surprise is rare.
Butterfly Loves Flowers and Explores Spring
wish
Also love books and incense to spell Yake, should thank the spring wind, blow the roster.
Poetically fluttering for a moment, the branches of butterflies add color.
Drunk to put the begonia into the ink, how much love, remember to follow the flat servant.
Who let the eye waves empty the pulse, planting into the heart is difficult to outline.
Butterfly love flower spring sigh
Maple leaf
The willow wind is light in the Twilight of March, a wisp of nostalgia, and it winds around the dusk road.
Drizzle and lightning are frequent. Swallows in front of the eaves who pity.
If you want to put the new sorrow book ruler, the ink is exhausted, and it is difficult to write a miserable heart.
I want to ask The flowers without words, a little sad about who to sue.
Butterfly love flower sigh spring
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Residual dreams
Spring is twilight. The grass is green, looking at the end of the world.
Spring rain and spring breeze are more caring. Red incense breaks who pity.
Want to put the sad intestinal book ruler. Han Mo Danqing, it is difficult to write the bitterness in the heart.
Flowers are silent. A wisp of incense soul depends on who sues.
Butterfly love flower Gangnam color
——Mr. Bu Yun MeiYi
Sumy
The spring light outside the sills crosses the alley. Peach and plum are multiplying, competing for the album.
The warm smoke of the sun is the pulse of the waves, and I vaguely remember the color of Jiangnan.
Spring color Jiangnan welcomes the past. Before the willow flowers, pay the East Wind Strategy.
Ten thousand purples and thousands of reds can be seen at this moment. Poetry is with DanQingde.
—— Maple leaf
Septuagenarian word boy
The willows and flowers will be twilight in spring, and the peach petals will fly everywhere, paving the twilight road.
Obscene rain and lightning frequent patronage. Begonias are first put in care of.
And put the acacia book ruler. Hugh said away from sorrow, only writing about sorrow.
The wind candle tears zero and finally silent. Sue the moon against the sky.
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Leaf put
There is about spring breeze cut emerald color. Willow yiyi, spying on the group of fangs.
Pink red spelling to make a painting. Ome is thin and difficult to become a seat.
Purple swallow linchi nestled in white stone, butterflies in pairs, flowers in the shadows of the bushes.
Xifu Begonia shy vein. Keep me an amorous guest.
Butterfly Love Flower Sea Tour
Dawusheng
Out of the water hibiscus bow floating. Seagulls and chirping, qing song victory warbler call.
The light wave is blue and the sun is oblique, and the red face is delicate and handsome.
Xiahui mirrors the jade girl. Xian Zi qiao, the King of Xiang met Miao.
Obsessed with the end of the boat drunk, but the road is soft and the countryside is shaken.
For a long time
Although there are spring cold gully strangers, willow yiyi, yan yan flower roster.
Peach and plum carry two veins of love, and the smoke haunts the azure color.
The tea house at the entrance of the street is convenient for guests, and the past is hurried, and the curtain is full of fragrance.
Take a nap and taste tea for a while, it is rare to meet in his hometown.
Butterfly love flowers are not allowed to return in spring
Red dust is wrong
The rain sent the remnants of red spring away. Whoever is strong enough to stay, the tired butterfly dances diligently.
To persuade the flower to stop the jade step, the incense soul is placed in the red dust.
Always pay the wrong heart. They all complained and refused to hold their hearts.
Ask Xiao Chun to find a companion, my hometown will be the place where Spring returns.
Seven Words and Exploring Spring
citric acid
It was another sunny day with east winds, and the distant mountains were as green as smoke.
Hsinchu broke the ground tea spit, and the branches were red and white in front of the slope.
Smelling the incense and finding the peach blossom sutra, the old woman carried the basket to pick the melon.
Yang Lubao
Spring exploration does not feel the morning sun early, birds Xiling flower branches noisy.
Wind makes Qingzi Creek babbling, who is newlywed Swallow Mother.