◎ go for a walk in the country in spring A person, outskirt is dilettante on the weekend Oily cauliflower opens full open country Be good time of go for a walk in the country in spring Spring flower has overflowed alley, fragrance embrace me to enter a bosom One climbs the person of experience, yu Yu goes alone All the way the sound that listen respectfully spends Fine taste green grass jointing, want to stop really Blow the weed that is born again to exchange this life with spring breeze A person, in the open country of beautiful birthplace grass Go casually, can Swing subcelestial loneliness and trouble Want to stay, careless knot cottage is held in Shan Ye ◎ dream is rural house Imagining, a thatched cottage is built in Shan Ye with you Plant after the house before the room full peach, static wait for a flower to leave I go farmland kindling carries water, you are in the home Ignite a smoke from kitchen chimneys, wait for me silently In half way up the mountain, we are embraced in rays of morning or evening sunshine Listen attentively to bird language, sit see roiling on with full force Approach lives the brawl of wild flower and wild flower Let billow dust, lose in the depth of season Our day sets sail from spring Flow is between clay and fragrant grass Kind next pea May the chrysanthemum September Caboodle has one's heart filled with clever barn, let pester lingering continous happily Of ◎ spring love Spring footstep, cross the mist haze like gauze Tender wind, wake up the flower in Shan Ye one by one We, cross in oily cauliflower Warm warm love, golden bright Bee and butterfly, in the flitter in the flowers Be taken away by time and wing, it is sweet completely The willow on the month a bit, as always green In what be late thin sway in thin spring scenery Of ◎ birthplace spring I was heard spring footstep Walk to go up in the alley with sinuate birthplace Spring the bird language of the Hua Xiangchun of breath spring Rise in Shan Ye rise and fall volt I saw my home, right now red fertilizer is green thin, a very beautiful flowers I as if those who heard you call Saw your deep feeling The pediment that also always does not write birthplace spring is brilliant Flying grass grows the warbler that also always does not draw birthplace spring Resemble at the moment, my character and punctuation Hammering home once mixed now future |
Orignal From: Spring love (group poem)
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