Life has flowers
Spring brings dreams and passions
The rich aroma is left behind by the deep night
There was a bustle of daylight, and the golden part had not yet been fully opened
The more hidden parts of the unknown world loom brighter
The witch's back garden
The March turn is in front of the riverside inn
The duet of wind and sun has just begun
Occasionally, the spring feast is filled with birdsong
The sky full of stars gently falls into the turquoise water
The divine light almost reached the thin wings of the white dove
Last night it gently fell into the hole of the wind
The vast sky is like a giant blue sail
Occasionally will be a person's landscape
The contrast is more flattering
The vast world has always been surrounded by white birds and water
The blue butterfly became so arrogant
When you are young, you have a tree and flowers in your heart
You can overwhelm the country and the city
homeland
Spring arrived on time
The dawn was crimson
The home that can't be returned to is as quiet as a dream
I can't hold a piece of my longing
And that narrow part is just a supernatural symbol
Or a remake of a warm memory
Sometimes it corresponds to the starry sky and spring
Time passed a stray sound of horseshoe
Spring whirls and accelerates on a field of golden sunflowers
A text that has not yet awakened can hold back the whispering breeze
That taps gently
It seems to be in the hustle and bustle of the day
Occasionally achieved with a piece of half-face makeup peach blossom
Some kind of harmonious relationship of mutual cause and effect
Or it may become more and more unrecognizable in constant change
A place where spring flowers bloom
A gray cuckoo flies by
The mysterious expression grew denser and denser
And the dream of a white dove slowly rises
Black sheep and a village of silver
On the March side, it is getting better
Valley Rain
Good rain
Good rain
This rain is at the right time
Gently falling on the secluded April
Falling on the vast land of his hometown
It's like a baptism of poetry and wine
Occasionally after the peach blossom apricot blossom pear blossom has fallen
Gently soaked in a late spring breeze
Time is like a bullet
Occasionally pierced in quiet daylight
A season of tightness and fit
The echo is loud
Like the movement of spring is draining
And the wind is like a naughty little girl who can talk
but he could not restrain this sudden coming
The days of planting melons and beans
With new hope
With a white dove the color of the sky
Welcome April onwards
A climax of all things in full bloom
Author: Shang Changjiang
Picture @ Sakura-san
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