Motto about spring

1. Falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud protects flowers better. Fat but spring rain, bitter but autumn frost. A year's plan lies in spring, and a day's plan lies in morning. Hongliu, although the desert is so desolate, is your dear hometown; In order to find a foothold for spring, you trudged on the undulating sand beam.

2. The season waits for no man, and spring is better than gold. Grass also has the value of embellishing spring. Second, the scenery is as thick as wine, and the small building is wet and green. If the spring grass is affectionate, the mountains still contain green. Li Bai's Golden Gate Answers Su Xiucai In spring, people get up early, and after autumn, people have enough to eat

3. Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, so when will the bright moon shine on me? Love is a flower in spring, a bright moon in summer, mud in autumn and ice and snow in winter. Only love with pure morality as a bridge and lofty ideals as a link is true love. Zhang Chuanjia. In the middle of the night, the big dipper languishes in the south.

4. A piece of snow in Donglan makes life clear. People who don't cherish autumn won't really love spring; People who don't cherish fruits don't really love flowers. The characteristics of spring can only be recognized in winter, and the best May poems can be sung behind the stove. Heine Beginning of spring is eager for spring. Children's faces change three times a day in spring.

5. The spring sun breathed new life into even the humblest flower. Live in the small building listen to the spring rain Pattering, early in the morning will hear the alley deep in a voice selling apricot. It thundered in beginning of spring, leaving ten pigsty and nine empty places. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward. Spring rain is as expensive as oil. Spring breeze does not blow, and grass buds do not sprout.

6. Try to look at it from the detached platform, and a city is full of flowers. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Winter has come, can spring be far behind? I don't know who to cut it out for, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. There are no flowers in the fragrant trees, and birds are singing all the way to Chunshan.

7. If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The east wind knows that I want mountains, and it blows off the sound of rain between eaves. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.