Spring appreciation

The rain on the stranger is still down! In this and the daylighting, it is better to put a cup of tea, in the fragrance of flowers, hold the poems, cross the long history, and integrate yourself into the poems of the millennium, so -

Han Wengong

Is the rain of the emperor still under?

Standing on the street, I saw you, the man holding the umbrella, the grass is far away, still green, you don't have a colored pen, but you paint a very difficult color - a light, It seems like there is nothing but smoke, it seems blue. Breathing the taste of spring rain, like a floral fragrance, like fairy fat. I am like a baby sucking milk sucking spring. Spring rain hit the bluestone bricks, waiting for me to look up, you have disappeared.

Xiaoguangjin

By the stream, under the peach trees, I, you, a total reward.

You can't help but say: "When are the swallows flying, when are you coming?" I couldn't help but look up and look at the blue sky, eager to see a swallow of the North.

The peach blossoms by the lake seem to be drenched with water. That small bridge could not pass because the river rose. You can't help but make a mistake.

At this time, from the depths of the Liuyin, a small boat was propped up.

You greet the beauties around you and board the boat together and move slowly.

Go to the spring tour together.

Scorpion beauty

I am holding a paper umbrella and looking at you. The roads in the field were darkened by dark clouds, and only the lights of the river boats burned in the clear. Looking at you from the road in the field to the river boat, you can see the poems on the window.

This is me, a little boy who wrote an article in the spring night.

Middle School, Jinjitan Town, Yuyang District, Yulin, Shaanxi, China: 3205201210