Supplementary verses, where is the spring, where is the spring verses

It is in the sparkling of the pond, it is in the song of the birds, soft, with the joy of spring.

Crispy, with the message of spring.

It is in the first buds, it is in the reflection of the lake, tender, remarkable spring footprints.

Clear, flowing with the joy of spring.

The first two sentences are absolutely original, and the last two sentences are absolutely semi-original.

Hope to adopt!

Spring is blooming, and everything is awakening. Full of life.

Spring in the verdant mountain forest.

Spring in **?

Spring in **?

It's in your smile, it's in your dreams, soft, and blooming all over the ground.

Stupidly, always unswerving.

Spring is in**, spring is in**, spring is in the verdant mountain forest, there are red flowers, there is green grass here, and the little yellow oriole that can sing, Di Li, Di Li Di Li, Spring in the verdant mountain forest, and the little yellow oriole that can sing, Spring in**, spring in**, spring in the reflection of the lake, reflecting red flowers, reflecting green grass, and the little yellow oriole that can sing, Di Li, Di Li Di Li, in the reflection of the lake in spring, and the little yellow bird that can sing, spring in**, spring in**, spring in the eyes of the child, see the red flowers, see the green grass, and the little yellow oriole that can sing, Di Lili Di Li, Di Li

Spring is in**.

Spring in the verdant mountain forest.

There's saffron here.

There is green grass here.

And the singing little oriole.

Di Mi Mi Di Mi Di Li.

Di Mi Mi Di Mi Di Li.

Spring in the verdant mountain forest.

And the singing little oriole.

Spring is in**.

Spring in **?

Spring is in the reflection of the lake.

Reflecting red flowers.

Green grass is reflected.

And the singing little oriole.

Di Mi Di Di Di Sharp Cover Mi Di Mi Di Mi Di Mi Di Li.

Di Mi Mi Di Mi Di Li.

Spring in the reflection of the lake.

There is also the little yellow bird that can sing.

Spring in**yes, spring in**.

Spring is in the eyes of that little friend.

I saw the red flowers, I saw the green grass.

And the singing little oriole.

Di Li, Di Li, Di Li, Di Li

Di Mi Mi Di Mi Di Li.

Spring is in the eyes of children.

And the singing little oriole.

It's in the bosom of the grass, it's in the body of the little flower. Warm, with the fragrance of spring. Soft, with the touch of spring.

Spring is in **, in the stamens of the red apricots blooming warmly, on the brilliant green shoots, and in the embrace of the melting ice and snow earth.

Spring in **?

Spring in **?

It is in the smiling face of the peach blossom, it is in the body of the willow branch, sweet, revealing the breath of spring.

Green, revealing the vitality of spring.

Spring in **?

Spring in **?

It's in the body of the cauliflower, it's in the smiling face of the grass seed, yellow, revealing the steps of spring.

Green, with the breath of spring.

I wrote it myself, I don't know if it's good or not.

10,000 drooping green silk hell pretending to be a tree high, 10,000 hanging down green silk silk.

The poem describing spring is to wait for leisure to know the east wind side, and thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring. The mud melts and flies the swallows, and the sand warms the mandarin ducks. Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

In the late days, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants. —"Quatrain" [Tang] Du Fu.

The grass warbler flies in February, and the willows are drunk with youth.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Waiting for leisure to know the east wind side, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are always spring.

I can write poems about spring.