Walking in the fields, sunny, spring, and even smell the fragrance of the soil, a beautiful picture! The green mountains are hidden and the water is far away, and the scenery is unique. The flowers are like a brocade, the bank willow like smoke, spring wind ten miles Yangzhou Road, peach blossom is still, where is the face of the people, last night in the dream soul.
The wind blowing wheat waves, rapeseed flowers, I seem to hear nursery rhymes singing: "cauliflower yellow, cauliflower incense, cauliflower depths is the hometown of ......" a song of nostalgia, do not think about it, since it is hard to forget. I want to take the sound of the piano to play, I hate no sound of appreciation, who understand me far away from the heart of the traveler attached to the home?
The fireworks in March, far away from how much tenderness of the past. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. Once the wind and flowers, a world of love, in the hometown of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, slowly blurred, gradually forgotten ......
Spring river water is warm, the mountain is full of flowers. Standing on the roadway, a good idyllic scene! I want to send colorful paper and ruler, mountain long water know where? If you ask how many idle feelings, a pool of spring water, the sky is full of wind and flakes. When the flowers are blooming, the mountains are bright and the water is beautiful, and even the mood is so elegant, a dream with who is close, out of the door is to see the flowers.
The world is so beautiful, heroes who know? The stranger flowers bloom slowly return, only this sentence is the end of the world. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it. The fireworks are cold, the red face is pretty, remember the green dress, everywhere pity grass. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it for the sake of you.
Infinite spring light, beautiful and colorful, far away peach blossom, brilliant as the morning sun. A few swallows returned, a bit of flying shadow, blue field, blue sky, small bridge and flowing water home.
Time like water, always speechless, I was silent under a flower tree, look at the branches and leaves outside the blue sky, where there are white clouds. A burst of flower fragrance came, a different style, in this spring season, which flower is not beautiful? I just gently sniff, the fragrance will diffuse to the bottom of the heart.
Stranger flowers bloom, I have returned, the sky is still yesterday's sky, the clouds are not yesterday's clouds, tramping in the most beautiful season, just for you to wait!