In the spring breeze
The peach blossom jumps lightly on the branch
Dance a tango
Unleash long-held passions
Once upon a time
Little friends, like peach blossoms
Hang childhood in the treetops
Joy ripples in the clouds
The childish laughter had not yet landed
The peach blossoms have been thanked and bloomed again
And childhood, left in the spring breeze...
I walked gently under the magnolia flowers
A breeze blows through, and the taste of magnolia flowers becomes stronger
They nodded at me and blinked
These are pure, white, and fragrant
Like a genie
They drew me closer, closer, straight into their hearts
Like that white girl
Often blooms in
dreamland
When the mango blossoms bloom again
Smell the mango blossoms are thick,
I let my mind wander and look forward.
The tree and the flower are still there,
Only to see, the shadow of the flower appreciators of the past.
Late at night, dew heavy,
The flowers shed tears.
The moon opens its arms,
Added one piece to the flowers, the distant mountains, the sleep
Warm clothes.
rainwater
Stand at the ferry crossing of the solar terms
Drive gentle right
Frozen dirt, no longer afraid
Seeds underground, can't wait to break ground
The buds on the branches are only waiting for the sound of the new life
Crying of happiness
Poets are always one step ahead of the seasons
The verses are filled with wet water
Du Fu said that the rain knows the season
Land travels overnight to listen to the spring rain
A drop of rain fell into my eyes
A soft spring grows in my heart
One Point No. The Word of Water