Spring in the north of the country, is now thick, blooming begonias, cherry blossoms, peach blossoms, for the citizens of the north to bring a strong sense of spring.
Begonia
Pale micro-red is not deep, yi yi yi like spring heart.
The lightness of the State of Guo's knitting song, dew heavy long door converge tear belt.
It's easy to fold the curtains, and it's hard to find the butterflies.
The good night is more of a love affair, and under the moon the fragrance is accompanied by a drunken chant.
Begonia
The east wind curls up and floods with light, and the moon turns to the corridor in the mist of fragrance. I'm afraid that the night is deep and the flowers are sleeping, so I burned a high candle to illuminate the red makeup.
Begonia
The old garden today begonias open, dreaming of Jiangxi embroidery pile. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one. The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, but it was a very good one, and it was a very good one. I can't eat without that scenery, so I'll write a poem and invite you to the Cuiqiong Cup.
Begonia
Faded from the east wind full face makeup, poor butterfly powder and bee crazy. The first thing I want to say is that I have a piece of my heart to pay for the begonias.
Begonia
Half rolled up the Hunan curtain and half covered the door, crushed ice into soil and jade into a basin.
The pear is three times as white as the pear, and the plum blossom is a wisp of soul. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Begonia
The green beauty of the eyebrow is swept lightly, red tender demon face thin makeup. The skillful writing has not yet been completed, and the clear talent has been singing for a long time.
Begonia
The branches are full of new green, and the small buds have a few dots of red. The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story, and the third is the one that is not a part of the story.
Peach blossom
Peach red with rain, willow green with spring smoke.
The flower is not yet swept away, the warbler crows the mountain guests still sleep.
Peach blossoms
The gulls' white feathered silhouettes are clear and blue, and the wild peaches' red color burns the spring sky.
The grass is long and locked, and the butterflies are dancing.
Bidding birds
The birds are in pairs on the trees, and the green water and the mountains are in full bloom.
From now on, we will not be subjected to slavery, and we will return home as husband and wife.
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