Winter is coming, can spring be far behind? (British poet, Shelley. P. B.)

A swallow cannot make a spring. —— Krylov

The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. ——Gong Zizhen

Morning marks the beginning of the day, and spring marks the beginning of the year.

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

The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple begin to bloom.

It’s another good spring year, which is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

Spring is coming - the sound of firecrackers is heard, and the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu.

Spring Rain - Listen to the spring rain in the small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alley in the Ming Dynasty.

Spring flowers - melancholy A snow-stained plant in the east column makes life so clear.

Spring Night - Deeper moonlit night, half of the house, the Beidou is tilted to the south.

Spring water - the spring water is as blue as the sky, painting boats and listening to the rain to sleep.

Spring Breeze - The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river. When will the bright moon shine on me again?

Spring - It is easy to recognize the east wind, and it is always spring when it is colorful.

Spring Scene - Try to watch it from the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers.

Spring outing - the east wind knows that I want to go to the mountains and blows away the sound of rain accumulated on the eaves.

Spring Thoughts - In the heart of spring, don't let flowers bloom, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray.

Spring Silence - The spring tide brings rain late and comes urgently, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

Spring Sorrow - I asked you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Spring Dream - In a spring dream on my pillow, I traveled thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.

Spring Hate - There is love and infatuation in life, and this hate has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

Spring returns - Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.

One flower cannot dress up the beautiful spring. Only when one person takes the lead can one move alone. Only when everyone takes the lead can the mountains be filled. ——Lei Feng