The east wind is intentional, the soft waves ripple on the branches, and the peachy tree is smudged. A touch of Yanran illuminated the water, drunk a hongbi creek, stretching the spring wrinkle affectionate style.
Once familiar, the old scene reappears, time travels, and the eyes first meet. On the bank of the clear stream, the weeping willows are skillfully combing the green makeup, throwing thousands of silks and lingering with the breeze. The peach blossoms reflect each other, a beautiful picture scroll, and the spring colors are all over. Who lupine gently shakes, who water sleeves man turn, lead butterflies to dance together among the flowers.
Mistakenly looking at each other, their eyes are like a mirror, and they are speechless but a little sharp. Fragrant Qin qin heart, double strokes, clear sound, ethereal water and clouds. The sound spreads to the heavens, the birds perch on the branches, the heads are held high and chirping, and the branches of the flowers are shaking and trembling. The sound enters the stream, the scales swing their tails, dance with the beat, and the blue water babbles. Rhymes and falls in the mountains and rivers, and fingertips ring the edge of a thousand years without regret.
At the snap of a finger, the years have been secretly changed. The east wind is merciless, shaking the flowers like rain, and does not ask where the spring is returning. The amorous spring has passed, and the mountains are full of cuckoos. Drifting snow in chaos, dreaming of the cangjiang people far away. Alone on the banks of the creek, he endured the return of Shuangyan. Tears wet spring shirt, sacrifice sweep flying flap.
Borrowing the heavens, where is the taoyuan in the human world? The flowers blossom and fall in an instant, the red fragrance is broken, and the end of the world is far away. Looking back at the ages, the glitz of three thousand, the grand event Yaotai, it is difficult to resist the edge of the flowing water. However, who can be indifferent to the world, sitting alone in the empty valley and watching the clouds.
Overflowing with clear words of yellow flowers and thin, helping people to think about the West Lake willow, tear stains red and red, even if it is a Zen heart, how many people can do it without asking, not complaining, not looking, not pitying, not sighing?
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