The sun never sets plan
1) The first month of Jiachen is late in early spring, and Jiujiu is still cold and warm.
The heart is happy that the township peak is more emerald and shadowy, and the willows on the bank are soft.
The ice situation is relieved of the hardship, and the frozen scenery is fertile and fertile.
I hope that the wind will be cold after the winter, and the farmers will sow early.
2) The spring controls the east wind and drives the top of the mountain, and the mountain land blooms.
The warm waves on the bank of the river are surging slightly, and the magpie warbler is gradually blooming.
The fertile field is full of smoke and mist in the rain, and the wind and water clouds in the Fengchuan are ringing.
The mulberry is still waiting for the plough to open the day, and the weir is ploughing the sky.
3) The ice spring pulsates and melts in the first month, and the wind caresses the brain and soothes the head.
Watching the magpie shadow plum garden flame, I like to see the brook babbling willow bank green.
The fresh leaves of the shepherd's cabbage are rising, and the mugwort grass is sprouting.
The north and south of China are different in early spring, and the sowing is the same as the sound of the cuckoo.
4) Winter goes to spring to warm up late, and the cold is only at the beginning.
The new rain falls and the ice melts, and there is still a thaw of ice.
The plum blossom garden is proud, and the weeping branches and willows are soft.
The south and north dance are roaring in the air, and the beautiful scenery is poetic and artistic.
5) Welcome the new and say goodbye to the old, warm and clear, and walk and chant the weir and walk strangely.
Watching the mountains and shadows beside you, listening to the sound of birds making spring.
The fresh sprouts of the grass bush are small, and the willow branches and leaves on the bank of the stream are sprouting.
The road meets and asks about the benefits of the township, and the herons chase the water reeds and ducks are frightened.
6) The agricultural courtyard welcomes the spring letter to the domain, and the plum garden stamens are still shy.
The new sprouting grass is full of green mountains and townships, and the pine and green gullies are still thick.
The willow bank spring is clear and elegant, and the water of the Yangdi is clear and washes the fairy stream.
The neighbors are drunk with fragrant tea, and the wood door is frequently exhibited.