The first love of the poem
1, the falling flower people independent, the slight rain swallow double fly.
2. I wish your heart was like my heart, and I would not be ashamed of my love for you.
3, people to love more than love to turn thin, and now really do not love.
4. In the sky, I would like to be a bird with wings, and in the earth, I would like to be a branch.
5, the life will not be lovesick, will be lovesick, will harm lovesick.
6, from the farewell, remember to meet, a few times the soul dream with you.
7, all day long two love, for you to pine away, when the hundred flowers.
8, the Acacia tree said Acacia, think of Lang Lang hate Lang Lang do not know.
9, I wish I was like a star, like the moon, night and day, the light is bright.
10, don't come to half a year of the book, an inch away from the bowels of ten million knots.
11, moving sadness chanting, Bilu Huangquan, two places hard to find.
12, a thousand gold even buy Xiangru Fu, pulse of this love who told.
13, the parting earnestly re-sent words, words have vowed two hearts know.
14, poor bones by the river, is still a dreamer in the spring boudoir.
15, concentricity and live away from, sadness to end old age.
16, only will be the night long open eyes, to repay the life of the unspread eyebrows.
17. When will we know when we will see each other? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
18, do not say that half of the paper is not heavy, ten thousand dendrobiums of sadness to bear.
19, the night moon a curtain dream, spring breeze ten miles of tenderness.
20, the end of the world has a poor time, only the endless place of lovesickness.
21, life is a love affair, this hate is not about the wind and the moon.
22, the hate is not as good as the tide has a letter, the thought of the sea is not deep.
23, in front of the honor of the return date to say, before the word of spring face first miserable swallow.
24, the other life do not make love, on earth no place to write love.
25, the spring heart Mo *** flowers compete for hair, an inch of acacia an inch of gray.
26, two love if it is a long time, and not in the morning and evening.
27, the hands look at each other tearful eyes, actually speechless.
28, change my heart, for your heart, then know that the memory of each other deep.
29, merciless is not like a lot of pain, an inch also into a million strands.
30, the bright moon is not familiar with the pain of separation, oblique light to the dawn through the vermilion house.
31, the falling red is not merciless, into the spring mud more protective flowers.
32, the spring silkworms to death, wax torch into gray tears began to dry.
33, once the sea is difficult to water, in addition to the witch mountain is not cloud.
34, Sycamore trees, three rain, not to say that the pain of separation.
35. I want to send a colored paper and a ruler, but I don't know where the mountains are long and the water is wide.
36, this goes through the years, it should be a good time good scenery false.
38, tearful eyes ask flowers flowers do not speak, chaotic red fly through the swing to go.
39. The thought of love is not based on words, not to the flower t fee tear line.
40. I know that I have been in love for a long time, and I am disappointed to see the sound of the river water at the head of the river.
41. When you are born, you will come back again, and when you die, you will think of each other for a long time.
42, the thin shadow of self-pity autumn water shine, the Secretary must pity me I pity Secretary.
43, even if the tears can be dried up, there are traces of it, and it is difficult to send more than words.
44, the love of one night, how much, the corner of the world is not long.
45, the love of a night of plum blossom hair, suddenly to the window suspected that it is the gentleman.
46, like a deep sea of love, old things as far as the sky.
47, straight to the lovesickness is not beneficial, no harm melancholy is clear crazy.
48. Only the moon in the spring garden is sentimental, and it is still for the departed person to light the falling flowers.
49. People like the wind into the river after the clouds, love like rain after the sticky ground flotsam.
50, concubine like Xushan long in the eyes, Lang like stone Buddha originally no heart.
51, see each other as if not see, love is like no love.
52, the hate is like spring grass, more and more far away still born.
53. Sentiments of separation are gradually far away from the infinite, and a long way to go, like spring water.
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55, the sky is long and the earth is long, this hate is endless.
56, since the gentleman's out of the carry on, bright mirror dark not cure.
57, the flower red easy to decline like Lang Yi, water flow unlimited like Nong worry.
58, if we teach the bottom of the eyes without hate, do not believe that the earth has white head.
59, if there is a know-how to see the citation, do not hesitate to sing all over the Yangchun.
60, remember you heart like the water of the West River, day and night the east flow without rest.
The finger is like a chipped onion root, the mouth is like a cinnabar, slender for a fine step, exquisite, the world is unparalleled
Constant convergence of a thousand gold smile, long hanging double jade cry
foot tiptoe silk shoes, the head of the tortoiseshell light
Benji renewed the history of the posture of the Xie Ting Wing snow attitude.
The waist of a woman is a little step, and her wrists are a little veil
Once you look at the city, you will fall in love with the country again.
The hand of the young man is not only a hand, but also a wrist.
When the beauty was in the hall, the flowers were full of flowers, and now three years later, the smell is still there.
When the time comes, the ducks do not sleep alone.
But the newcomers are laughing, and the old ones are crying!
The two eyebrows are not moving, and the lead has been removed to see the innocence
There is a beautiful woman in the north who is absolutely independent,
The daisy eyebrow is open and delicate across the mountain, and the green temples are full of spring smoke.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.
The famous flower is so beautiful that it makes the king smile.
The world's most beautiful woman lives in an empty valley.
The first time I saw this, it was like a willow shaking the flowers and smiling at the beginning of the year.
The sky was cold and the sleeves were thin, and the sun was leaning on the bamboo at dusk.
The willow next door is weak and curly, just like a daughter's waist
A red dew condensation incense, clouds and rain Wushan in vain.
If you don't see it at the top of the mountain, you'll see it under the moon on the Yao Tai platform.
The eyebrows will be willow and compete for green, face **** peach and compete for red
Explain the infinite hatred of the spring breeze, the Shenxiang Pavilion north leaning on the appendage.
The flower inlay is not collected by anyone, so it is a real honor
The beauty of the flower in the hall, so far, three years of residual fragrance
The husband's son-in-law is light and thin, the newcomer is as beautiful as jade.
Baton Rouge has the Wushan, the fair goddess face.
Clarify the makeup shadow in the song fan, scattered clothes fragrance in the dance wind, wipe the beads leach in the Luo shi, pass the gold and jade cup in the hand .
Picking flowers does not plug the hair, picking cypress moving full grasp.
In the mountain spring water clear, out of the mountain spring water turbid.
The maiden in the building is making a Yao Se, and she sits and sighs long before the end of the song.
The world is in a bad state, and everything follows the turning candle.
The clouds want to be clothed and the flowers want to be dressed, and the spring breeze is so strong that the dew is thicker than the dew.
The servant girl sells her pearls, and pulls the roses to mend the thatched roof.
In the past, the Guanzhong region was in turmoil, and the brothers were killed.
The beauty of the talent transfer letter across the board, not this bone eyebrow Secretary
Peach blossom poem
Red peach blossom fell down, pink peach blossom is also strewn down like rain, white peach blossom is still talking about the buds, is swaying with the wind, contains a few crystal flow, issued by the mind panic dreaming.
Walking through the peach forest, only to see the colorful butterflies fluttering on the branches, bees in the flower nests between the shuttle, buzzing chant, and the wind blew after a share of flower fragrance refreshing. Looking up is peach blossom, looking down is still peach blossom, close your eyes to see, is still peach blossom. As far as I can see, a layer of light mist floating on the hillside, filled in the peach forest, the weak haze sprinkled on the light mist, the scenery near and far dyed a light pink.
Peach trees all over the mountains are neatly arranged, like actors dancing in formation, gracefully stretching upward. And those who bloomed in the branches between the peach blossom, in the breeze under the encouragement of the spirit of the renewed head bobbing head and hands and feet. Pink fog floating in the pink flowers, pink flowers trembling bloom pretty in the pink fog, so that the peach forest into a piece of red, the hillside into a piece of red, as if the sky's red haze pounced on the earth. The sky is red, the ground is red, people are red. For a while, the sky and the earth turned into a red world. Enchanted in this pink flower mist, let a person like falling five miles in the fog.
I've seen peach blossoms, but I've never seen such a large number of flowers so huge peach blossoms, as if the heaven and earth peach blossoms are gathered here. A peach blossom brilliantly and enthusiastically bloomed, trying to show us their charm, cicada-like petals, as if the girl's pink lip gloss, carefree wandering in the years of life, can not stop the breath of youth.
A tree of peach blossom, open a flower cluster. Each delicate peach blossom, each piece of delicate petals are like a fresh poem, are like a beautiful picture. Not far from the hillside, a little pink ink, layers of red, like a piece of cloud haze flying down the mountain. It is really a tree and a forest, a forest and a mountain, the mountains and the sky, a good picture of peach blossoms in ink! We are intoxicated in this red cloud for tens of thousands of miles, flying flames want to cross the sky of the magnificent scene, caused by the peer brother sings: in that peach blossom, blooming place, there is our lovely hometown
There are also buds, as if the spring breeze will be instantly released; some bloomed out of the sweet smile, as if the beautiful bride, the sweetness, the shyness, the joy hangs in the eyebrow; there are trying to blossom, and slowly they are! unfolded a piece of two pieces as if deliberately for the tourists to show off their beauty.
Bees hovering over the flowers, buzzing; butterflies flying around. A breeze came, a peach blossom in the spring breeze shaking, that a beautiful butterfly, flapping colorful wings, dancing beautifully. In the breeze withered petals have fallen, like the heavenly maiden scattered flowers, fell on the moist land, kissed the warm earth that feeds them, it can be said that the falling red is not a heartless thing, into the mud of the flower more protective flowers. The whole scene is pleasing to the eye, God is fascinated by drunkenness.
Peach trees are always in accordance with the pace of nature to flourish, March flowers full of branches, April seeds, May green, June to eat fruit, fall withered, winter lonesome, the next year and then blossom. Every year the peach blossom is very beautiful, ten miles of fragrance, as far as the eye, she and the wheat field in the wind swayed up, cool ink mountain a wisp of pink scarf, the wind blew, but also to drift down a few wandering silk. Peach blossom is always open, she does not understand the sadness of the years, the child does not understand, there will always be a group under the tree chasing, playing, playing, laughing, and then run to the distance, run to the sunset, run to the horizon
Just to March, the spring wind is not enough to be soft, the sun has not yet been saved up enough charm, the peach blossom is first eager to open up. As far as the eye can see, there are already flowers everywhere, one or two, a thousand, ten thousand, open so impatiently, so honestly enthusiastic! Even, can't wait to grow a few shy green leaves ah! They are all powdered with handsome face, with hot eyes looking at you, said: Gongzi, I am beautiful? Beautiful, too beautiful, who can resist this temptation? So the crowd of people, flocked to this small island of peach blossoms. People look at the mood of the flowers, as the mood of the blossoms as eager. Can not be anxious? If you're late, the flowers will fall. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Walking under the peach blossom tree, the spring breeze, the bees and butterflies fluttering, spring heart. A sheet of pink face, dainty to your front, this is the catalyst to protect the pen of the young girl, seventeen or eighteen years old, standing under the peach blossom flowers smile. That year's peach blossom, enchanting the spring of that year, enchanting the Tang's poetry, but also enchanting the peach blossom in front of me. The deeper you go into the peach forest, the deeper you feel the spring.
Pink, or pink, everywhere is tender pink. I like it, I like it, I like it again, I don't feel tired of it at all. As a result, I feel that I have the illusion of a different world. Here, is the Tao Gong penned the paradise of the world? I would like to be like this, standing in the spring breeze into a small peach blossom, beautiful and enchanting, warm and quiet. Accompany Tao Yuanming, poetry, drinking, planting, and then opened, fell. From then on, I forgot about my past life, this life, and the next life.
Branch hard, bone, not like the willow branch soft. In the breeze, she did not move at all, it is really quiet. In the Dream of the Red Chamber, there is a scene most memorable. It is Baoyu and Daiyu, sitting under the peach blossom tree **** watch the west wing. Two jade people, a tree peach shadow, and the petals floating down with the wind on the body and scroll, in the memory of a quiet, delicate, and thrilling love picture, too beautiful.
People love peach blossom, revered peach blossom. Throughout the ages, the ancients have left many poems praising the peach blossom peach, burning its splendor -. It is about the peach blossom is bright and colorful, peach blossom a cluster of open no master, lovely deep red reflecting light red. It is the style of the peach blossom that is resolute and self-reliant, not following the world, and the peach blossom that has no words and flowers of its own red is the character of the peach blossom that is not ostentatious, does not show off, and is down-to-earth in obscurity. Although these words and phrases have been read many times in the past, and today only really appreciate its profound connotation, and really realize the greatness of its true feelings.
I love the peach blossom, those who accountable peach blossom can not understand. The quality of this delicate, flower blossom what sin? People on the peach blossom accusations can only express people's cowardice and petty. And look at her a tree of rosy, dedication is the sweetest fruit, those who are jealous of flowers, in addition to slander and false accusations, but also dedication to what it?
Peach blossom, but also connected with the hometown thoughts. In that peach blossom place, there is my lovely hometown. I think about my hometown, from thinking about the peach blossom; hometown, as beautiful as the peach blossom. The peach blossom pool is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun sends me love. The water is deep, and the peach blossoms, which has the deep feelings of friends?
I love the peach blossom, as the world's love of peach blossom. I love her pure beauty, love her charm, love her charm harmless, as I always love the true heart. I longed for a long sleep under the peach tree, what struggle and pain are not, open your eyes, is a sweet embrace, the end of the world.
After the hibernation, the peach tree branches of the buds awakened, east of a branch west of a branch, those who smiled sweetly flowers, spraying out the intoxicating fragrance.
The blossoming peach blossom is like a piece of rouge, coloring the rich spring mountains and rivers, and is like a mass of clouds, reflecting the earth full of vitality.
Peach blossom withered, the branch remains a few petals, still like a little bit of jumping fire.
The sunlight, like a golden stream, flows in a piece of peach blossom, making the pink peach blossom more fresh and beautiful, and adding more warmth to the beautiful spring. A peach blossom plant innocently and brilliantly open, each petal is so soft, as if a gentle touch will fall.
A few peach trees are particularly eye-catching, they sway, like a young girl like Chu Chu moving, like a child as naughty and lovely. On the ground, the peach carpet is particularly soft, so people can not help but sleep on the general, looks more comfortable than the bed.
To the foot of the mountain, look around, among the mountains, the peach blossom figure is very enchanting, it seems to be from the sky down a large sunrise. The car came to the peach blossom forest, I can not wait to get out of the car, rushed into the peach blossom red sea.
A gentle breeze blew through, budding peach blossoms, like a shy girl, was suddenly awakened. The peach blossoms are like an elegant flower butterfly, stretching its graceful figure, fluttering its wings, like a mature dancer slowly falling. People are dazzled, mesmerized and intoxicated, and are in a position to revel in the beauty of this scene.
Peach blossom crowded, a cluster of clusters full of branches, exuding a light fragrance. Pink petals, yellow stamens, really beautiful! The beautiful peach blossom is like a shy girl, head down. Some are like naughty children, tiny, wind blowing, swinging. Others are like proud princesses, blooming at the top high, upright, like showing off their beauty. The beautiful peach blossoms bloomed so brightly and colorfully, it was really beautiful.
In the sunshine, the breeze blew its petals. The beauty of those amazing petals scattered with the wind, some swaying in the wind; some in front of the house spinning; some hovering around the people seem unwilling to leave; there are also unable to dance wild whirl, as if it must show its most beautiful side to the people to see before giving up, the stamen is so small, huh! Like the golden wheat ears, diagonally stretched out. With a little lazy, but also look very comfortable. Tender, crunchy, both soft and a little tough.
Up the hill, the peach blossoms on the hill are even more beautiful. Closer to observe, these flowers are very much like the dress of the noble princess, but also like a shy little girl's face, pink pink, and with some vermilion. This peach blossom looks different: some of the full bloom, one more than one to open the beauty, as if in the beauty contest; some only unfolded two or three petals, like a little doll just woke up; there is just a small bud, they bulge as if a light touch will burst, like a fat doll is still asleep, very cute!
That a beautiful pink peach blossom dazzling, that one in the proud branches, this one seems to talk to the small butterflies beside her, peach blossom you next to me, I'm next to you, next to each other, as if a group of inseparable friends all day, who can not be separated from each other. From a distance, the peach blossoms look like a beautiful pink cloud.
The pink peach blossoms, one by one, crowded the entire branch, they are like a group of beautiful little girl, is showing their graceful body.
At this time, it is already spring in March, the mountain has been full of peach blossom that delicate body, the fragrance of flowers floating all over the mountain. The breeze blew, the peach blossom fluttered down to the ground, with a few poignant sense of beauty.
On the eve of the Spring Festival, the peach blossoms bloomed very brightly, a large red, like a red sea. Many people come here to buy peach blossoms, and they shuttle between the peach blossom forests, just like a school of fish swimming freely in this sea of flowers.
The bright sunlight shines on the boundless earth and the beautiful peach blossoms, which are beautiful and charming. The wind is also happy with it to do interesting games, then the flower shadow swaying, pink petals floating in the blue sky, so that the world into the world of peach blossoms, but also let our life full of vitality.
In March, spring is bright and sunny, peach blossom is not waiting for the leaves to bloom in the branches. It Fenfei rosy and charming bright, such as a piece of red haze, and the green trees of the willows contrast, forming a red willow willow willow dark flowers of spring scenery.
I also can not wait to run to the park to enjoy the beauty of the peach blossom, only to see the pink stamen below the red hairs, as if to the stamen paved the carpet, a grand introduction to the arrival of the spring messenger. Bloom completely peach blossom, with the breeze singing and dancing in the trees, competing, competing with each other; only half of the open, seems to be the nymphs sleeping between the branches, naughty little friends quietly opened half the curtains; those who did not open, really like lying in the mother's embrace of the little baby.
I carefully counted a big red peach blossom, found that it has six layers, while the other is a single layer, even more strange is that some branches have two different colors of peach blossom or a peach blossom has two colors, these peach blossoms are really beautiful.
Smell, how refreshing is the fragrance of the peach blossom outside the window! It only gives off a faint fragrance, but it fascinates me. That scent penetrated the window into my sight. It was like a fantastical form beckoning gently to me, and I couldn't help but walk over to it. Ah, how intimidating breath ah, really make people uncontrollably intoxicated.
Although the peach blossom is beautiful, but the piece of peach forest is more romantic and charming. Into a peach forest, peach blossom like the sea, a wind whisked, there will be pieces of peach petals blown to the ground. The situation, simply can not be described in words.
A gust of spring wind, the peach blossom like a flower butterfly, flapping beautiful wings, dancing. Those withered petals have fallen, like the fairy scattered flowers, but also like the world of pink makeup, really call people to enjoy the eyes, fascinated by the intoxication.
March, is the peach blossom season. At this time, in addition to the goose yellow delicate grass, stars, occasionally appearing in the roadside under the can, is full of yards smiling all over the mountain peaks of peach blossoms. This peach blossom in my hometown is called the first flower of spring.
Peach blossoms are not as beautiful as peonies, not as charming as roses, not as cold as plums, but they can remove fatigue. If you are standing next to a peach forest, then please smell, take a closer look, the peach blossom will be like magic, so that people's body and mind to relax. Look at that childish smile ah, as if back to childhood.
A gust of wind blew, blowing the peach tree rattling, a peach tree have fallen flowers, really like the legendary petal rain it! And then the scattered petals cupped up and thrown into the air with force, there will be a shower of petals again and again.
The beautiful peach blossom, although you do not have the nobility of peony, no rose, no lily elegance. But in my heart, you are a flower that first bloomed.
Looking at it, I myself seem to have become a peach blossom, wearing a pink dress, bathing in the sun. A gust of wind blew, I danced in the wind, pink dress fluttering with the wind. I'm not the only one, all the peach blossoms in the tree are dancing. Butterflies flew over and told me about the good dreams I had last night; bees flew over and told me how sweet the newly brewed honey was; birds landed on the branches and unfolded their crisp singing voices for me.
The pink and white peach blossoms are brightly displayed on the branches, as is the ageless face of the people. A gust of wind up petals have fallen, like dancing butterflies, and like flying snow, beautiful and lingering.
Look around, ah! A sea of pink, undulating with each other, a breeze whisked by, the fragrance of flowers to meet the face, a suction, a good breath of natural freshness, the pink sea fluctuations with the wind.
Look, the peach blossom is open in bunches on the branches, one next to the other, one close to the other. Upward, downward, to the left, to the right, they opened into a column, they opened into a tree. From a distance, it looks as if the hills are covered with pink torches.
The peach trees along the river bank are also blooming. From a distance, the tree full of peach blossoms is like a large cloud falling from the sky. I came to the tree, the peach blossom in front of my eyes, graceful and different forms. Some only unfolded two or three petals, like a pink butterfly; some petals all unfolded, revealing the beige stamen; some are still budding flower buds, full of almost rupture like.
Just hit the bud, as if a small red bean, lovely. In the tree jumped ah ah; fast open, like a red strawberry, let a person's mouth flow three thousand feet. But did not wait for you to reach out, it is as if it can not wait to show all the beauty - it is about to brilliantly open.
Peach blossom is the flower that fights for spring. Every spring, the peach blossom does not even have time to grow leaves, the flowers will squeeze out of the branches, as if afraid of spring is not lively. Look, they are poking their heads out one by one, poking their heads out, seemingly encouraging each other: spring needs us, everyone out! Don't be afraid of the cold, we are brave flowers! So, they opened one after another, and opened into the first branch of the ten thousand miles of spring.
On the branches, the flowers smile at me, I take a closer look at the side of this particularly large peach blossom, only to see the center of a few snail-like tentacles like the core of the flower, full of pollen and nectar, no wonder to attract so many hard-working bees busy in the flowers. On the ground, in the small gutter, pink petals like a small leaf a small leaf boat. A wind blew again, the boat in the water slowly sailing.
Drill into the depths of the peach blossom bush, it is a charming scene. Here: pink buds delicate, Yingjie flawless; there: jade stamen Chu Chu, containing dew spitting Ying. BUDDING, shy drip pick; angry release, Yu Li Pavilion. That a cluster of crystalline as jade, such as a dream, such as fantasy; that a group of Chu Chu want to burn the pink, such as poetry and pictures. Spring laughs at the peach forest, the spring bustle peach forest. A tree tree peach blossom fragrance, charming and colorful. In this elegant realm, my heart can not withstand the fragrance of the assault, gradually intoxicated.
The peach blossom outside the window are open, full of beautiful flowers, far away, as if the sunrise ran to the ground. Peach blossom exudes a burst of fragrance, so refreshing, drilling into your nostrils, pouncing into your heart, greedy you big mouthful of inhalation.
Spring rain quietly and peach blossom made friends, it's the floating silk rain moisturizes the peach blossom, so the peach blossom day by day more beautiful, day by day more charming. Nearby, the peach blossom is like a five-pointed star, shining; from a distance, like a pink cloud, charming and charming pavilion.
Approaching the peach blossom forest I enjoyed the beautiful peach blossom. Some of them are still flower buds; some of them only unfolded two or three petals; some of the petals have all unfolded. Each peach blossom has five or six round petals, the core of the stamen like a doll's eyes on the long eyelashes. That a blooming pink peach blossom is like a small fairy Chu Chu moving, let me can not help but in her delicate little face kiss.
We wandered in the sea of flowers, look at this one, very beautiful, look at that one, also very beautiful. So many peach blossoms, very different, in a thousand different ways: some hanging alone on the branches, some in twos and threes next to each other. Hundreds of bees buzzed about the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. If the scene in front of you as a large living painting, the painter's skills can be really amazing.
The peach tree is full of pink peach blossoms. The peach blossoms are crowded like a pink cloud rising from the ground. Some of the pink peach blossoms have only unfolded two or three petals, like looking in the mirror to dress up their own; some petals are all unfolded, like a beautiful girl; some are still flower buds, looks like a shy little girl.
Peach blossoms have early and late, some have all unfolded; some flowers are very shy not to reach out to see, only dare to show a little mouth, looking at the outside world; there are still flower bones, looks like immediately with the crack like. A wind blew, a peach blossom is like a beautiful butterfly, fluttering wings, dancing, mesmerizing!
Some peach blossoms are budding, as if this moment or the next moment will be happy to burst; some peach blossoms bloomed a sweet smile, as if a high queen in pink or white; some peach blossoms are trying to blossom, this time, it unfolded a piece of petals, at that time, then, unfolded two pieces of petals, for the city to bloom their own beauty.
Peach blossoms are crowded on the trees. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Some of the peach blossoms are hiding behind the leaves, like a shy little girl. Some open alone, like a beautiful girl, some peach blossom like a graceful nymph wearing a pink with a white dress, dancing on the branches. Some of them are still a flower bone, looks like swelling to open soon. Peach blossom tree full of posture, as much as the shape of the white clouds in the sky, see my eyes dazzled, dizzy.
Once inside, a fresh scent came to my nose, and I was so greedy that I inhaled a big mouthful of air. Closer to see, only to see the shape of the peach blossom in a variety of ways: some budding, like a shy little girl; some petals have been completely unfolded, a hint of red stamens, topped with a tender yellow tip, mischievous out of the hair, seems to show off their own graceful body
In the spring, the peach blossom is open. Look! From afar, a fiery red sunset attracts many people to stop and admire. Closer to see, each peach blossom is blooming their most beautiful smile, no wonder the people passing by are scrambling to take a picture with her! At this time, a large group of bees flew in, followed by an army of butterflies, they flew to the peach blossom forest. Suddenly the bees danced in circles and the butterflies danced in hula skirts. The peach blossoms were greeting them: friends, I want to treat you with the best pollen! The bees and butterflies flew around the flowers happily.
1. A loving mother is afraid to take her child to the table, and she has no time to protect her chickens.
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3. If you have a grandchild and your mother has not yet left, you will not be able to get out of the house without a dress.
4. Both parents are hardworking, especially the mother.
5. The parents are very good at what they do, and the children are very good at what they do.
6. Parents are the best in the world; children are the best in the world.
7. A foot and three inches of baby, ten and eight years of work.
8. I am ashamed to be a son of a man, and I dare not sigh for the wind and dust.
9, I was not able to give birth to me, and I have been sore for a long time.
10, the old mother and son, called the sky between the weeds. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid.
11. The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.
12, the mother of the Yaochi, the window is open, the yellow bamboo song moved to the ground sad.
13. My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me. I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person.
14, Zhen Shi Xianxiang back to the human mirror, to repay the virtuous relatives point Buddha lamp.
15. The head of the old mother is like frost, and her heart is like a few tears.
16, the mother of the Generala, stay home Bai Gan Yin.
17. Mother, the first pro on earth; mother's love, the first love on earth.
18. A茆屋何所直，父母之乡去不得。
19, tomorrow's retort is empty, mother and child hold each other cry.
20, the father pity mother cherish slap can not be, but the birth of stupid smile people contempt.
21, mother, son, son, mother, sunlight crying bitter.
22, male and female air, the sound of the call does not return.
23. The father's virtue is the son's heritage.
24, put forward the western white emperor surprised, ow ghost mother autumn suburb crying.
25. The old mother is one hundred years old, and she always remembers her eighty children.
26: Drifting the curtains to worship the mother to go to the river beam, white hair and sadness to see the tears withered.
27, long mother's heart, wishing to be like a man.
28, the frost fell on the reed flower tears wet clothes, white head no longer leaning on the wood.
29. The mother's honor is hanging down, and wu sank into the silent night stage.
30, the south wind blowing its heart, shaking for whom to spit? The mother of the child is leaning on the door, and the child is traveling on the road.
31. Parents swallowed their voices and cried, and birds also cried.
32, the darkness of the tears of thinking about their parents, only to fear that thinking about their children more tears.
33, the father is not kind, then the son is not filial; brother is not friendly, then the brother is not respectful; husband is not righteous, then the woman is not obedient.
34, mother said child dry lying, child shit mother wet sleep.
35, four years old and orphaned, mother Zheng, keep the section of the oath, pro-teaching learning.
36, October, the birth of a heavy, three lives to repay the light.
37. It is not easy to catch the green bugs, and the yellow mouth is not full.
38. The parents knew that they would be separated from each other when they came to the world, so they had to put on their clothes as if they were going to die.
39. The world is in turmoil, and the poor look up to their mothers.
40, mother's suffering children did not see, child labor mother upset.
41. The night of snow and wind at the door of the house is so miserable that it is better to have a son than to have none at this time.
42, Hakama anvil moving ground, parents sing morrow.
43, life without a good father and brother, no strict teachers and friends, and can be achieved less.
44, father and mother, into the resistance and long, woe! I'm so sorry.
45, to how many tears, are stained hand-sewn clothes.
46, the old mother and son, called the sky between the weeds.
47: Fifteen years in colorful clothes, in front of a happy mother.
48. I am sorry for my parents.
49. When a child is about to be born, his mother is in prison.
50: It is the mother's kindness that makes her grief indispensable.
51. How many silkworms and mulberry can be used, and how many clothes can be worn?
52. A loving mother loves her son, not for reward.
53. People see that it is good to have a boy or a girl, but they don't know that men and women make people old.
54. The white-headed old mother cries over the door, pulling off the sleeves to stay more than.
55, when the parents know that there is a difference between the two, they are wearing heavy clothes, as if they were sent to their deaths.
56: "I am sorry for my parents, they have paid a lot of money for my birth.
57. In the past, Meng's mother chose her neighbors. The son did not learn, and the loom was cut off.
58. Mother's holy goodness, I have no one.
59: I love my son so much that I am happy to return home.
60, ten thousand love, a thousand grace, a hundred pain, love me who knows parents?
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