It snowed as heavily as flowers yesterday. Flowers are like snow today. Sakura is like a beauty, and beauty is easy to rest.
Liuduo cherry blossom
Look at the flowers on Yangming Mountain. Red clouds touch the morning glow. Laugh at his poor life and pity him, and the prodigal son pursues the east wind, and he will be happy.
Who blows the blue sky and sticks high, puts on green and coagulates fat, and fights with gorgeous posture. I couldn't stay in the spring of 1990, so I cut the wind, rain and fragrance.
All over the mountains and waters, tears piled up. Even if I won the prize at that time, I couldn't help but smash it overnight.
See numerous English full of branches, thick peach Yan Li Doufang. A lifelong confidant knows a person, and there are clogs.
Charming and drunk, carrying clouds and dragging rain across thousands of rivers. Gone with the wind is charming and casual, half turned into spring mud and half into smoke.
The faint smog even started the crimson color of Ran Ran, and devoted itself to the struggle for beauty in spring. Naturally, it is the East Emperor's clever makeup, and he is busy with flowers for no reason.
Sumanshu Sakura Waterfall
On the tenth day, the cherry blossoms are about to bloom, and it is a pity to turn around the flowers for thousands of times.
There were different winds and rains yesterday. Who told people this sadness?
I can't bear to watch Hu Sha bury his beautiful bones. Don't pour tears into the cup.
Affectionate memories of the years, an inch of Chun Qing has already vanished.
Cherry blossoms are scattered and disorderly:
Spring has come again, people have left, and the sunset is late.
The cherry blossoms dispersed in an instant.
In 2008, the youth of the light of death became ugly.
The road is long and the dream is broken and messy.
I can't forget people's sighs when crossing the river.
The moonlight under the ancient well is full of thoughts.
Cherry blossom petals flying in the wind, blaming Shui Han.
Since the injury, the hair has become very weak and messy.
Spring has come again, people have left, and the sunset is late.
The cherry blossoms dispersed in an instant.
In 2008, the youth of the light of death became ugly.
The road is long and the dream is broken and messy.