Silkworms are raised in the west chamber, swallows are nested, apricot blossoms are sparse, peonies are good, the whole city, years and rivers and mountains, with green onions.
April, it should be the clearest year, the flowers are full of spring, the wind is strange, and in the quiet good time, even loneliness carries a plain fragrance.
In April, it should be the warmest time, green willows blowing on the embankment, the past with smoke, and in the flowers, there are the surprises of the flowers, and there are the sorrows and joys of the songs.
April, should be the most poetic season, shallow feelings, light spring sorrows, breeze and drizzle time, as if everything is the best expectation, all the past with the mellow fragrance of the past.
Lin Hua thanked Chun hong, too hurried, time is rushed, we have nowhere to escape, we can only pick up a few spring lights under the eaves of time and shade, and grow old with time.
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Say goodbye to the new green of March and usher in the greenery of April; bid farewell to the beginning of March, and usher in the green onion of april.
Those purple and red flowers, those floating spring colors, those sparkling spring water, those pear blossoms full of spring rain, those grasses and grasses, those tearful spring sorrows, in the most beautiful April day, one by one, also ended one by one.
Showers of flowers, in the lonely dusk, pillowed with the loneliness of the moonlight, in a gesture of refuge, turned into dark incense dust.
Pieces of spring sorrow, in the dream of the seasons, relying on the poetic style and rhyme, flowing silently with light ink, hidden in the depths of the years.
Lonely time, in the lines of the depth of the years, carved the past of Qingmei, with the affection of time, beautiful emerald green years.
Spring Mountain always put, deep even Cui Dai, thousand stacked in the brow.
After the smoke and rain, fang fei exhausted, a wisp of dark incense, silently collected by the years; spring is deep, evenly green, a grand green, dyed with red dust. Quiet green, precipitated green, flowing green, the fragrance of green surging in the air.
Listen to a wind whisper, get drunk and blossom. Gently wave your sleeves, say a gentle goodbye to March, and greet April with a smile.
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Lin Huiyin's "You Are the April Day on Earth":
I said you are an April day on earth;
Laughter lights up the wind on all sides;
The light spirits dance and change in the light of spring.
You are the clouds of smoke in the early days of April,
The dusk blows softly with the wind, and the stars are there
Inadvertently flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That light, that, you are,
The crown of fresh flowers you wear,
You are innocent, solemn,
You are the full moon of the night.
That goose yellow after the snow melts, you are like;
Fresh budding green, you are;
Tender and joyful, the water floats the white lotus in your dreams.
You are the blossom of a tree,
It was Swallow whispering between the beams,
- You are love, you are warm,
Is the hope,
You are the April day on earth!
The most beautiful April day on earth, there are begonias half with the light of the rain, there is the softness of the rising smoke, there is the elegance of the wind moving a flower shadow, there is the beauty of the rain and the wind, the warm smoke of the wind, some of the flowers are all over the south, and there is the joy of making flowers and full of clothes.
Pear blossoms fall, spring twilight, willow silk long, peach leaves small, red sun light, green smoke, trail red thin, fang suburb green all over, wanjia willow green smoke, green field smoke dew weeping.
Acacia thin, low falling moon, cold apricot blossoms, leaning on the east wind, sending the deceased, tears stained towels, moss green in front of the steps, curtains rolling spring sorrow, the heart can be snubbed, sorry don't be strange on the bustling.
The spring breeze is slightly blowing, the flower shadow is shaking, walking in the spring time, in the most beautiful April day on earth, meet with warmth, accompany with beauty, and rely on true feelings.
In April, sow love, plant warmth, plant hope. With affection, depict the eternal and distant on the scroll of spring. With a smile, polish the years into the most beautiful scenery of life branches.
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Warm a pot of apricot blossom wine, reluctant to drink it all, let the fragrance, slip through the lips and teeth, there is a spring breeze into the heart, there is a spring rain full of heart.
Flowers appear, flowers end, floating like dreams, for joy and geometry.
Perhaps the streamer has never failed us, we in the April day of the human world, watching a wind moving the beauty of the spring mountain, and in the cool summer, watching the lotus grow, listening to the sound of bamboo dew; we have seen the quiet beauty of a fallen leaf in the late autumn of the wind, and in the winter night of falling snow, we have enjoyed the elegance of the plain white rhyme.
In April, there are rouge tones, there is a beautiful posture, there is the elegant feelings of the lyricist, and there is a mournful lingering in the inker.
In April, there is a scorching wind, there is a lovesickness, there is a brilliant prosperity, there is a falling melancholy, there is a faint cloud, a little soft.
I like to wear a moon color to wine, like to be nostalgic in the red of the path, like to look at each other in a garden of spring colors, as if everything is the best, as if the heart flowers bloom between the eyebrows, full of joy; as if the spring breeze blows through the fingertips, shallow wind and moon.
Light clouds come and go, time falls together, as if snuggling in the arms of lovers, the whole world is full of years of quiet, full of joy into a gorgeous spring.
The time is long, writing a distant place in the spring sun; the flow of the year is very warm, and in April it is full of flowers.
Be a kind and bright person, with a good heart, a blossoming heart, a fragrant all the way, and a warm sun all the way.
You are a April day on earth, laughing and lighting up the wind on all sides, and rain sprinkling in front of the flowers.
May you have hills in your heart and mountains and rivers in your eyes.
May the rush of March be exchanged for the calmness of April.
May the rest of your life be smooth and carefree, all you ask for, what you do, how joyful, and how peaceful you will be.