( )The light rain on Tianjie is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close.

( )I don’t know who cuts out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

( )The spring tide brings rain in late hours, and there is no boat on the wild crossing.

() My clothes are wet with the apricot blossom rain, and the willow wind blows on my face.

( ) The spring breeze is so proud that horses are rushing, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

( ) When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.

( ) Several early orioles are vying for warmth. Tree, whose new swallows peck at the spring mud.

() The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only the grass in Asakusa has no horse hooves.

() A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a duck prophet of the warmth of the spring river. .

( ) It is late in the year and there is less frost, and spring has arrived, and the grass and trees in the world are known.

( ) It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring with colorful colors.

( ) The garden is full of spring scenery and I can’t stand it anymore. A red apricot comes out of the wall.

( ) When will the swallows fly back? The peach blossoms on the bank will bloom when dipped in water.