Author: Zhang Xueyong
Ten acres of good wind, spring appointment. Every year the flowers are correct, and there is an appointment every year and every spring. The smoke and rain cover thousands of homes, and the river bank is filled with peach blossoms.
On the Mo in spring, it is the breeze and red makeup, and the birds and flowers fall in poetry. The stream is a mountain and the moon, and the flowers fall and the rain is a thousand lines.
A spring rain, a warm day, a spring breeze, red and green deep. Push a window of bright moon, ask a few lines of poetry? Enjoy a pool of spring water, ask how cool is it?
There is an appointment in spring, and a hundred flowers are correct. Lingering morning and twilight, the appointment does not bear. If you are well, the mountains and rivers are safe. The spring water is born, and there is a lot of joy.
You are a warm breeze in spring, and the smoke and rain wander like the first time you saw it. In a curtain of spring breeze, Cheng Huan saw each other, and at the mouth of the deep rain alley, farewell missed.
In a poem, there is your spring breeze to send warmth, and in a letter, you sit opposite each other with a smile. You are the love of the poems that came out, and you are the first good of the infatuation with a smile.
Cut a piece of spring, meet with you, and make a dream to reach the years. The flowers are not negative, and there are many expectations for spring. Once for a person's name, secretly pay lovesickness, once for a morning breeze, read your name.
The flowers are expected to bloom, and the flowers are still there. Every time a flower blooms, it is an expectation, and every time it is cool, it is a reminder of the past.
There is an appointment in spring, the flowers are not wrong, the years are not negative, and the morning and twilight are lingering. Courtyard, moonlight, paths, wine glasses, poetic, hazy. Butterflies flutter, grass has no horseshoe.
Along the way, the warmest thing is the embrace of spring, and the most unforgettable thing is your smile. May the morning and twilight linger and live up to each other, and may the mountains and rivers be unharmed, year after year.