Rui Zhu Xian. Spring is adorable
A touch of loneliness
Wicker new, lake waves wrinkled, hundreds of miles of green mountains like Dai. The spring breeze dyes a thousand branches, and suddenly becomes a golden color. Half bay cloud shadow, one side of the smoke mist. Keep people out of the dust.
To the clear. And I know that the rhyme of the flowers has not changed. When the warblers are together. This side of the scenery, exclusive a little cheerful. There are heavy streams and vicissitudes in their own right. This is only heroic.
![Spring colors are touching, and I hope you live up to the good spring light[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)