Chorus of solar terms and ancient poems
"The wind wrinkled a pool of spring water." The floating catkins said, "Spring has returned to the earth." Put on spring clothes easily and make a phone call: "Let's go for an outing in March." Take the mood, put on spring clothes, and we will pursue the beautiful image of spring. Bees are dancing, butterflies are dancing, trees are laughing and flowers are noisy. Let's go to that happy hometown. The pen played a clean stream, the footsteps awakened the spring grass, and the mood infected everything. In the spring breeze, we are in the mood to dance. The scenery is beautiful, my heart is happy and my mood is good. "Luo Cha", my friend fixed my bright smile. The beautiful spring scenery is intoxicating. It is the spring breeze that awakens the happiness that I just experienced hibernation.
"Cicada is quiet in the forest, and Tonggong Mountain is more secluded." In the hot summer, with a book, I hid in the bamboo forest, my eyes wandered on the path of the bamboo forest, and my heart began to walk in a wonderful story. In the graceful natural scenery, I let myself drift; I was taken away on a wonderful book trip. Love is floating, and my heart is swinging until the happy kingdom beyond the mountain. In the chorus of cicada singing, the yellow sand when Zhao Jun was out of the fortress, the round fan when Diusim was dancing under the moon, the white silk when Yuhuan Huaqing Pool was bathed, and the ripples when writing and washing yarn were all another kind of subconscious happiness! The music that makes people sigh is originally in the pages under the shadow of summer.
"The sound of phoenix trees is like autumn, and the sound of plantains is a bit sad." However, the clouds are full of joy and the solstice of autumn is unknown. Indus bears black seeds, and maple leaves are dressed in red. So happiness is full of buttonwood and maple leaves. On the moon, I play the flute alone after dusk. A kind of artistic conception, hazy; A piece of music, floating. Invite me to dance * * *, the moon is silent, but beautiful and leisurely, giving me a quiet joy. A little withered willow didn't want to spoil my fun, so she gave me a whirling dance. I'm blowing and it's dancing. Below the mountain, this is a picture of a happy autumn.
"There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand roads." Winter snow will herald a bumper year and evoke the amorous feelings in the bamboo basket in the bumper year. Snowflakes are fluttering, like white butterflies flying in the air, like cranes dancing in the clouds. The house is white, the trees are white, and the people are white. In the world of powder and jade, children are playing and I am playing. Make a face for Xue Weng, draw a red lip for Xue Po, wear a melon seed cap for Xue Lang, and tie a HongLing for Xue Gu. They are happy and carefree. The cold flies nine days early, and all the five internal organs contain temperature. This is a picture of a happy winter. Its line is a good mood, and its color is a good mood.
All seasons are coke, and you are happy in all seasons. I often play chess with the four seasons, with my heart as the note and my joy as the son, gambling wildly and winning happiness. Why not?