The little lotus new horn provokes the bee idiot,

It's the time when the winter clothes are put in.

The willow is bright in the east wind,

Plum through the snow early branches.

The mountains and rivers are green.

The sound of the swallow warbler can be incorporated into the poem.

The eyes are full of fragrant flowers and drunk guests,

A pool of shallow children's play!

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 71, hello spring is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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