Peach blossoms in the spring breeze danced in the forest, waiting for me, and I jumped into the peach blossom forest.
The steps are getting faster and faster.
When the wind blows, Peach Blossom gets drunk, dusts herself off and kisses Ding Dong with the wind.
A noisy stream. Drunk, I don't know when the peach blossoms actually started here.
Strolling in this dreamland peach blossom forest, the pace is sometimes light and broken, sometimes jumping, eyes.
China has only a pink world, and the sky has turned pink. A burst of flowers came, and I was already poor.
This place is suffocated by the smell. The birds are thinking about our songs, the peach blossoms we stepped on and the peach branches we brushed.
Still rustling, they are in line with the bird's mind, or cater to my dance.
Melody?
The flowers are scattered and the feet are wet with fresh soil. Looking up, I saw one.
Purple butterflies, shuttling between peach blossoms, open and close their wings, glow and twinkle,
Like a purple rainbow in the pink sky.
Spin, spin ... The whole world can only spin, open its arms, close its eyes and stand still.
Feet, spin, spin ... Long skirt touches peach blossom, hands meet.
The baptism of. When I opened my eyes, I found that peach blossoms were drifting towards the stream with the wind. What's the name of this stream?
And then what? Taohuaxi?
I tread carefully on the carpet paved with petals and feel the homesickness of petals with my heart.
Force branded the shadow of the petals in my memory, and I leaned over and held the petals in my hand.
Gently tell my "friend" my gratitude: you brought us the message of spring and sent it to.
Our wonderful world, pink color, small and exquisite body, exudes a touch of flowers.
Incense, announcing that the oppressive cold winter has passed, the earth has ended its hibernation and the mountains have turned green.
The water turned green, and the warm nature opened her arms ... now she is leaving us.
Back on earth, I felt her smiling and promised to meet again next spring.
In the orange dusk, I still leaned against the tree and watched the hazy peach blossom rain.
I want to hum a little song for my "friend": "Peach blossoms rain in the forest and sing in the song.
Peach blossom song, love peach blossom fragrance, hand kiss painted face. Suddenly, I saw the rain going to the stream, and my heart was broken.
I'm starting to have concerns. When did this feeling begin? It's hard. My heart has gone with the flowers.