1, wild apricot strode forward in the flower season, closely following the footsteps of wild peach, surging with a healthy red, bright and wild.

2. Dancing green in April lights up our eyes, and the green in April renders our troubles and leaves pink in our hair.

The bud on the tree shines brightly on the journey of our life, and we are intoxicated with this glory with great expectation.

3, the night is like water, elegant and poetic. The afterglow of the moon is scattered in this silent time and tied to my long crane.

Counting the time, it is the only time in fourteen years that my son can't accompany me to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In my heart, I am really lost.

That acacia is unforgettable love!

5. Maybe, I was born with two flowers. A piece of white, sunny, a piece of black, rainy.

6. Looking up at the clouds, the cicada stopped at this moment. My thinking is silent and I am immersed in its detachment.

7. Bloody flowers, like a fierce declaration of life, like a pomegranate fire, are full of passion.

8. I like dandelion, especially her calmness and peace.

9. The crescent moon spring in my heart is performing colorful dreams, composing the songs of Yangchun and embellishing the feelings of seeking.

10, ancient worries and vicissitudes refreshed the heart and spleen of the years. Tian Juhua's spirituality, poetic heart, romantic heart and green heart make her inner world full of vitality.

1 1, the night wind is sleepless, causing cicadas to sing, turning into thousands of hands in the shadows, pushing the moon, losing silver branches, and then falling to the ground, making a sound.

12, at noon in summer, the enthusiasm of Huang Qian, Su Like, lured this spoony land, accompanied by cicadas.