The sunshine of Lichun spreads over the eaves of the city
It fell into my eyes at exactly nine o'clock
Cook about ten dumplings for breakfast
While eating, I thought that the flowers there could be seen
Red apricots like to go out of the wall in the spring
March three rush to the mountains who knows whose tent is hidden
It may only take a moment to go from infancy to maturity
After the dream is shattered, look at how much money is left in the pocket
Alas, daily trivial chai rice oil salt
Romantic in the curtains of someone else's home
It seems that it is possible to hold a telescope and look into the distance
Take a closer look at all the surroundings
Wherever the eye can see
If you don't know, there will be good online
Just look at it from a distance
Watch quietly
The wind blew, the cold river surface
Not a ripple is visible at all
Still too far apart
Spring is boundless
In the imagination of the rogue poet
Use the color palette to be realistic
Anything that is slightly more beautiful
They're all going to be
The most beautiful spring is the spring without poets
Whether it's a mess of mountain flowers
Or wildflowers by the wall
As well as various anti-seasonal flowers greening the streets
Beauty is beauty, ordinary nature and ordinary
Where is any preaching needed?
When the time comes, the flowers will bloom
As for the flower fall, it seems to be slightly malicious
Those who destroy flowers and fold flowers
I am hiding in a private room as warm as summer
Drooling at the pick and choosing
Who do they have a crush on?
Who is naked and naked?
Then the auction began
It doesn't matter who ends up spending
What is important is a sense of ceremony, a must. [Witty] [Praise] poetry, be careful, trap spring. [ok]