The spring light and dreams still exist
Fang Fei April
A hundred flowers compete for fragrance
The breeze carries a faint coolness
Fresh and cute with a hint of purple
Apricot blossoms
Mischievous swaying on the branches
Blushing peach blossoms
The branches swayed uneasily
It has provoked people to take souvenirs
Weeping willows whisk around the surface of the water
The sun looks down on the earth
Like Mom
Dedicate warmth to all things on earth
The light of Bodhi envelops the heavens
The willows are weeping green, and the little peaches are dressed in red
Fragrant to the heart
The stream bridge flows water, reflecting the yellow warbler a few cries
Spring is like a dream, and the grass and trees are condensed into poetry
The sound of the jade flute provoked acacia
The paper is lined with words and flicked
I don't know who to mention it to
Time is silent, like the time of water
The poet praises you
The painter paints your makeup
The photographer leaves you with a shadow
You have left a legacy of charm in the world
Mo Xiangli left the eyebrows of the season
Bloom in Spring in April
Tells the story of the green season
Your landscape remains the same promise
One point no. Tang Luan culture and art