The fireworks in the East Wind scatter like flowers, even more to scatter, like stars falling, as if searching for spring.

That must be a search for spring, for a search for spring in the spring.

Like looking for him a thousand miles, after a long search, he was standing in the light of the street lamp.

The moon is on the willows, the flower lanterns are like daytime, the long street is full of beautiful lanterns and people searching for spring. The ancient city walls are in sight of the moon, and a gentleman plays the flute, the clear and mellow melody is blown by the wind. In the dazzling and charming light, the beautiful lanterns are like silver flowers blooming. Under the gentle night, in the prosperity of 'Crown-wearing and cap-wearing full of the capital', how many people are searching, searching for that light at the end of the street.

Every lamp under every light, a happy home. In the bustling streets, staged a prosperous scene of the prosperous and peaceful era. After passing through the cold winter, the footsteps of spring are approaching. In the shadowy figures, the white snow brings news of spring. After a long search, in the light of the street lamp, in the depths of the crowd, in the branches of the seasons, the foot of spring has already been traced.

Snow is like plum blossoms, plum blossoms are like snow. Both are beautiful and wonderful.

The wind is cold and snowy, bringing the warmth of spring, accompanied by the fragrance of plum blossoms. The snow falls on the world, falling softly like feathers, disturbing someone's dream, and someone's quiet dream. Lying in the moon's loneliness, a faint fragrance, in the icy and jade bones, a poem was born, and a graceful demeanor flowed through thousands of years of calligraphy.

This is a grand farewell ceremony, the winter is about to close, and spring is about to appear in splendor. Spring snow accompanies the fragrance of plum blossoms, drawing a final stroke to the winter, even if I know that a myriad of colorful flowers will come, I don't want to leave in a sloppy way, I want to be beautiful and unique.Spring rain, spring rain knows the time, it happens when spring comes.

Spring wind, spring wind is happy to gallop, one day you can see all the flowers in Chang'an.

In the quiet days of water and time, boil a pot of spring tea, count the falling flowers, sit and watch the clouds rise and fall.Warm wind makes people drunk, directly making Hangzhou like.

The wind blows and the tourists are drunk, directly making Hangzhou like.

There is a kind of snow called 'white snow dislikes the beauty of spring, so it makes flowers on the trees',

The wind is clear and bright, the night is more refreshing. Through that pure moonlight, on the long river bank, there are accumulated thousands of years of sorrow. The lotus under the moon is quietly waiting, waiting for a long and distant history.

Standing on the old town's stone bridge, the breeze stirred the clothes, in the distance, the mountains and misty peaks are reborn, and near the flowing stream, the villagers' morning cooking smoke curls.

Only in the front courtyard of the lake, the old waves don't change with the old times.

In the quiet days of water and time, boil a pot of spring tea, count the falling flowers, sit and watch the clouds rise and fall.

The wind blows and the tourists are drunk, directly making Hangzhou like.

There is a kind of wind called 'spring wind is happy to gallop, one day you can see all the flowers in Chang'an'.

In the world of spring colors, in the ink-wash poetry of Jiangnan, in the beautiful city, pass through a spring of blooming flowers. The spring rain falls on the flowers and swallows fly together, light and elegant water lotus, warms the worries of the water town. Spring, there are vibrant flower colors, there is the warmth of spring wind, there are the colors of April, In the mountain village, the spring breeze is soft, and the world is full of hope.

The rain falls on the eaves of the old houses, falling on the stone pavement, moss covers the steps, inviting spring. In the water of the lake, the green grass is hazy, the light breeze is soft, and it's like a dream.

The wind is clear and bright, the night is more refreshing. Through that pure moonlight, on the long river bank, there are accumulated thousands of years of sorrow.

Standing on the old town's stone bridge, the breeze stirred the clothes, in the distance, the mountains and misty peaks are reborn, and near the flowing stream, the villagers' morning cooking smoke curls.

Only in the front courtyard of the lake, the old waves don't change with the old times.

In the quiet days of water and time, boil a pot of spring tea, count the falling flowers, sit and watch the clouds rise and fall.The wind blows and the tourists are drunk, directly making Hangzhou like.

There is a kind of wind called 'spring wind is happy to gallop, one day you can see all the flowers in Chang'an'.

In the world of spring colors, in the ink-wash poetry of Jiangnan, in the beautiful city, pass through a spring of blooming flowers. The spring rain falls on the flowers and swallows fly together, light and elegant water lotus, warms the worries of the water town. Spring, there are vibrant flower colors, there is the warmth of spring wind, there are the colors of April, In the mountain village, the spring breeze is soft, and the world is full of hope.

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