The depiction of early spring, rapeseed flowers bloomed partly, butterflies are also waiting to grow fluttering wings.
After three seasons of experience, summer flowers brilliant, fall don't winter hide. The melody of spring, spring buds, the call of spring, lit up the eyes of all things, constituting a stunningly beautiful spring flowers bloom pleasant picture.
The March rain, soft love, sheer will. The rain and dew, dewdrops point, moisturize all things. The three emperors and five emperors, the sages and saints, the god of the sea and the queen of heaven. Adhering to the tradition, spring and autumn are all singing praises, all in the spring of the strings in the wonderful song shining color.
March of the ferry, Yangchun Budeze, all the grass and trees to increase the glory. The water reflects the green, green as water. Peach blossoms, pear blossoms like snow, people coming and going, full of spring breeze, happy and happy.
In this picturesque season, spring blossoms, in the poem, three or five good night looking at the moon, with you **** degree of festivities, send blessings, send good luck. May I live up to the time and effort. Not to be ashamed of Shaohua, not to be ashamed of the gentleman. People at ease, at peace, flowers and the moon, happy Lantern Festival.
Life's journey, the most gratifying one is not expected, the second is as expected, and the endless hope. Point ink condensation beads, the fragrance of the moon season. I'm not forgetting the beginning of the heart, the road of youth, stirring the romance of life.
隔山隔水隔隔不断一颗心的遇见，时光的流流，改变不了永远的信念。 The meeting of this life is like the agreement of the past life, want you, read your heart will not change. I want you to think of you in every section of the song, and I miss you in every poem and picture.
A sentence of heartache you, touched a life. A hug although virtual, but moist eyes. A call, though distant, shook the heart.
In March, you, like the flower on the spring branch, love is still, love is still, the smile is unchanged, affectionate. You are in, love, love, youth, with the melody of the heart sound drift, a moment condensed into eternity.
The sun in March is very warm, the wind in March is very soft, the rain in March, tenderness, flower umbrella of hope. Childhood is still the same, the heart of ice is still the same. I wish to lightly flick a wisp of peach petals of the cozy fragrance, and you go forward hand in hand, and follow each other to forever. March, I stand in this charming beautiful scenery, with the heart to draw a picture scroll, with the heart to write a poem about March, spring flowers love you. My dear, hello March.
By Snow Lotus
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