1. Stinging (new rhyme).
The thunder of the blue fall spring, the farmland is full of life.
The stinging insect soothes the tired body, and the bird tests the golden sound.
The seedlings on the ridge are vigorous, and the branches are young and the leaves are light.
Fruit trees are planted in the countryside, and spring ploughing is made in the fertile fields.
2. Sting.
The light rain wind blows into the mud, and the budding willows dance on the embankment.
When I first heard the thunder, a thousand insects woke up, and I saw a warbler flying a few trees.
The mountains are dressed up to leave green shadows, and the peach orchards are dyed drunk with rainbows.
Even though there is still a slight cold news, the agricultural machinery can be prepared for ploughing.
Sting
The resignation of Hengyang geese returns to the north, and the branches shake the willows and tender apricot blossoms fly.
The warm wind stings the heart of the poem, and the stars move in the silent night.
Xu Buyin came to know the ancient ink, and looked forward to the rose by the railing.
Vitality is a spring return, and the sky is decorated with brocade curtains.
Stinged
The smoke and rain are light and the willows are yellow, and the wind supports the green grass with the fragrance of mud.
It seems that the swallow went through the forest, and the awakening insect was busy breaking the ground.
Humane spring returns to a season, and the plum blossoms are thousands.
Qingyan is only convincing to the flow of Nianyue, even Long Zhong will be crazy.
Stunned new songs
The sky is thundering and the magpie is screaming in the morning, and the sun is melting and weaving Fangyin.
The grass grows green frequently, and the plum branches are delicate and spring.
The wheat ridge returns to green and prays for warm rain, and the poet cultivates the garden and drives the auspicious lin.
The east wind woke up thousands of dreams, and the swallow returned to the nest to tell the owner.
Stinged
The solar terms urge people to drizzle, and the spring breeze sends warm cauliflower fresh.
The bee fan butterfly dances to chase the incense, and the swallow drunk fish soars in front of the feather.
The willow shakes the branches and frogs the drums, and the thunder is deafening.
Work together on the farming day, roll up your sleeves and work hard in the field.
Stinged
The fog locks the remote villages, and the mountains, rivers and plains are daytime veils.
The wind is clear and the dense Sangmo is visited, and the rain is enough to open the fine willow buds.
The next ridge brocade shop plays with butterflies first, and the thunder across the bridge is frightened by the frogs.
Winter vegetables have been turned over the ground, and firewood fences have been built early to protect bean flowers.
Stinging (new rhyme).
The sun is warm and the wind is all right, and the glacier thaws and the lizard snake comes out.
The fields and weeds are sprouting arches, and the garden pears and peaches are tender buds.
Swim in the clear water with fish and shrimp, and meet the finches to play in the forest.
Spring returns to the earth, mountains and rivers are beautiful, and beautiful Shenzhou paints brocade maps.