Chapter 1
Dongfeng insisted on provoking spring flowers, and Yan Shui invited the duck with affection.
Since then, the snow has eliminated the sun and the air has been warm, and the ploughing cattle have broken the ground and mulberry hemp.
Second
Kangnan is the latest in February, and thousands of willows draw green silk.
The eye-catching cherry blossoms are white at the beginning, and they are waiting to be released.
Chapter 3
Kangnan fell last night, and Yang Liu Qingsong changed into plain clothes.
Wait until the spring equinox rain in March, and give a stick of incense with a pink smile.
Fourth
When I was stunned and looked forward to the return of spring, Qing Wei was fragrant but scarlet.
Stay until the wind is smoky and the sun is warm, and the red brings the rain to wet people's clothes.
Fifth
In spring, the Kangnan grass is revived, and the red clouds and green rain birds are singing.
Come late to taste the Zhu family wine, drunk and write about the eternal love of peach blossoms.
Sixth
Last year, the garden was full of spring, and the cherry blossoms on the shore were white.
If the letter is early next year, I don't know who the lonely reward is?
Seventh
In spring, when I arrive at Kangnan Xinyuan's house, the cherry blossoms bloom and the apricot blossoms glow.
If it weren't for the butterflies knocking on the window and asking, the pear trees would have slept soundly and forgot to sprout.
Eighth
昨夜康南风雨顾，樱花辞树桃花恶。
There are countless lovers in the world, and a piece of spring red can't be kept.
The ninth
When spring arrives in Kangnan, all things are born, and Cangsong disdains a branch of glory.
If Dongjun is willing to keep blue eyes, he will definitely make the country and the mountains cage the Ying.
Its tenth
The spring rain rises in Kangnan, and the flowers fade to dew the cherries.
Idle to walk in front of Maliu Village, Xun Sydney flowers have high character.
Eleven
Last night, Kangnan was bullied by wind and rain, and the cherry blossoms and apricot blossoms declined.
Poor interpretation of the flowers are blooming, and a wisp of incense mourns the pool.
twelve
Kangnan may not have a late spring, waiting for the cherry blossoms to show their beauty.
The drizzle pours the green onions, and the breeze blows through the shoots.
A baker's dozen
The spring breeze came quietly last night, waking up the mountain flowers with sleepy eyes.
The apricots, purple, and pink are gorgeous, and the willows and willows are not guessed.
fourteen
The spring breeze was fortunate last night, and the peach blossoms were sent into the green garden.
Only then did I see a branch of red jade, and I met Jiao Xing painting Zhu Yan.
fifteen
The spring embankment is full of willow smoke, pulling out the April day of Kangnan.
The elegant pear blossom is holding the snow at the beginning, and the delicate red peach is continuing the front edge.
sixteen
The snow soaked in the clouds does not feel cold, and the plum is looking for the green peaks and mountains.
The house is full of fragrance, and there is more spring tea to entertain guests.
Dotted lips and spring
The spring breeze of willows, come and enjoy Zhujiayuan.
The bridge flows slowly. The winding path is mossy and shallow.
Apricot purple pink, frequent pear flowers.
Half a cup of tea. Roll by the window. Light rain pine clouds in the evening.
Good things are near spring
Spring is close to the rain, and the willow is green and pink.
呼蝶引蜂蛙叫，却把黄莺恼。
The wind frightens the curtain and moves the dream, and the moon shines like a bright moon by the window.
The water is quiet and the mountains are secluded, and the spring in the world is good.
About author:Lang Min, whose real name is Tian Hanzhou, holds a postgraduate degree from the Party School of the Provincial Party Committee, a bachelor's degree in economics, an economist, and is a native of Lixian County, Gansu Province. He is a member of the Poetry Society of Gansu Province, a member of the Kangxian Poetry Association, a correspondent of China Rural Finance Magazine, and a member of the Gansu Financial Calligraphers Association. Love rural finance, now working in Kangxian County Rural Commercial Bank, has written more than 40 million words of manuscripts, including short stories, essays, essays, scripts, modern poems, ancient poems, etc., purely personal hobbies, intentionally planting flowers, unintentionally planting willows, I hope friends like my words.