Boiling water slightly blanched,
Swallow Xiao Xu's enthusiasm first.
Out of the house with a deaf eye,
Just a hint of morning breeze.
Lotus hoe walked into the scenery of Xiao man,
Intoxicated poplar's cozy "applause".
Bird chords,
I was so fascinated by the egrets by the Puxi Bridge
Motionless.
Mist practice faded the sleep of the wheat field,
Spikes of orange red.
Handsome onion soft eyes filter,
Such as the first awakening of a beautiful woman;
Yan Jing was still blushing and shy.
I don't feel that the seedling ridge is under my feet,
Delighted.
The coldness of the angry monster seems not to let the hoe invade,
Against my "ruthlessness"...
The wet cuffs of the pants waded through the mess,
The sun is hotly "overseer".
The satisfactory "poetry draft" made Xiaomiao stretch and shake the wind,
Only then did I feel a sore back.
At noon, there is no shortage of cigarettes and bitter tea,
The idle window is still "in the grass".
Bamboo wind and scrolls to persuade a curtain of dreams,
Qingshen reset;
Zen huai pure light.
The poetry pen has been obliquely shadowed by the sun,
The lavender is warm.
The spirit of the rhinoceros of the multiplication is entrusted to the gods,
Light step back;
"Reading" hard excitement is different.
Feeling that Xiao Man highlights Hui Cong between the four seasons,
Leave a little humility to fill your dreams.
In the spring and autumn into a bit of romance,
Let the seven colors turn into five flavors;
"Finishing touches" to the years.
Sunset infinitely good look back at the branches of the moon amorous,
Good wind like water;
Gradually "pan" the street lights of the distant village.
There is a kind of happiness that is the light of a thousand homes
There is a lamp that shines because of me,
Make the world warm;
After a spring breeze!