Grain Rain's feelings

Yanwu Ying Ge drunk warm wind, Di Qing Liu Cuirun village east. Green hills break through the fog and enter the light, and clear water fills the river at dusk. Occasionally, floating gulls sing on the shore, only knowing the males and females of the returning geese. Take a trip to the spring and enjoy the clouds and cranes in the mountains and rivers.

Grain Rain

Du Yusheng's voice is like April, and the wind is beautiful. Peach blossoms float thousands of miles, and apricot seas are fragrant and intoxicating. Seagulls and herons are dancing on the shore, and partridges are sleeping in the forest. Yan language in spring is full of poetry, and the scenery is beautiful and elegant.

Grain Rain Yin

Han Junqing (Wuchuan County, Inner Mongolia) is full of beautiful scenery with rainy spring rain and pine clouds. Birds can be seen everywhere, and farmers also grow their own cigarettes with the wind. Thanks for the fragrance of the sun and the moon, looking forward to the mountains and rivers. Traffic jams are always full of purple, and the world continues to write new articles every year.

What a good time.

I don't know if people love red flowers, spring is infinite, and birds are flying late. The village is full of green trees and hibiscus dew, and yehliu is full of smoke. The white pear garden is flat, and the butterfly in the fragrant apricot garden is infatuated. When all the flowers are exhausted, it is very sad in the mud.

Look into the distance

Looking at a stream in front of the village, the wind shakes the green willows and sweeps the long embankment. Swallows on the branches say a thousand words, bees fly in the trees, and birds crow in the trees. It's green hills and old spring, and it's still as low as sunset. There were few monks in the ancient temples of the Three Dynasties, and the abbot Zen tenants were fascinated.

Flowers in the mud

The fragrant flowers on the ground are ground into mud, and the branches only see wild warblers singing. Over time, things change, and the wild trees are low. Dragonflies in the sky are raining, and cranes in the forest dream of white clouds. I like to watch the spring breeze blowing on the willow embankment after the purple jade reopens next year.

Pick mulberry seeds

Huaicheng Party is still crazy and has many vicissitudes. Infinite vicissitudes of life, I still remember my old classmates. Sunny day in spring, sunny day, I loved Shulang yesterday. Today, when I met Shu Lang, it was already a red sun.

Coffee senna

Close to ancient times, not teenagers. In order to have leisure to find old dreams, Ji Ya dared to miss the ceremony and meet each other. We are going to break up soon, and it's time to get back together. I hope we can get together again in the spring, pass a farewell drink for a change and try new words at the dinner table.

Sunrise, visitors.

The radiant light shines on Daishan, and I can see my true colors clearly. Xia Hong hides his face and is shy, and the purple gas welcomes people. The three-pole temperature turned positive temporarily, and it warmed up at ten o'clock. But if you are exposed to the sun in midsummer, it will make your whole body sweat spots.