spring

Spring comes and goes,

The reflection of green willows into the pond.

The warbler on the branch sings the morning song,

Smell the flowers everywhere you go out.

springtime

The jade plate hangs alone in the mist yin,

The spring breeze knocks on the window and the night is deeper,

Wo Yu Si Ming Dynasty Meeting,

Inch by second, I am infatuated.

Note: This is a previous work, and now I revisit the old place to meet old friends, so I didn't sleep all night. In line with this intention, I would like to encourage my readers.

"The Woman Flower in the Village" is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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