Should pity the teeth and print the moss, Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Small buttonwood leaves don't bloom for a long time, and thousands of flowers press down the branches.
You can't close the garden in spring, but you can dance when you shoot butterflies.
An almond goes out of the wall. I'm just chirping in the shadows.
Back to my hometown (Tang)
Leave home when you are young and return to old age.
The rural accent has not changed, and the hair on the sideburns has also declined.
The children don't know each other,
Smile and ask the guest where he is from.
This park is not worth visiting.
Perhaps the owner of this garden cherishes the moss on the ground very much. I'm afraid my wooden shoes will trample on it and crush these mosses. I knocked at Chai Men, but no one came to open it for a long time. I'm sorry I couldn't see the beautiful scenery. I was about to go back reluctantly when I saw the apricot flowers blooming brightly overhead, sticking out from the wall. Look at this spring girl carefully. Looking at it, I couldn't help thinking: "This red apricot is as red as fire, extremely delicate, and the spring scenery in the garden must be more intense."
Looking for flowers by the river alone
The path around Huang Si's maiden is full of colorful flowers, including red, pink, white and purple. ...
One beautiful flower after another is in full bloom. Flowers come in different sizes. Big flowers are like bowls, bending branches. Small flowers as big as beans, all bathed in sunshine, in full bloom, beautiful! A breeze blew, and the flowers came to the nose. A group of beautiful butterflies flew by and danced among the flowers, reluctant to part. Small and exquisite, beautiful orioles jump around among the flowers, singing beautiful songs.
Return young
When I was an innocent teenager, I left my warm hometown. I miss my hometown. Finally, when my hair and beard turn white, I can go back to my hometown. Although my appearance has changed, my strong local accent has not changed. Suddenly several children came to me, and there were more and more people. I quickly greeted them with a local accent, but they smiled at me with a really bright smile that day, looked at me strangely with round eyes and said to me, "Old uncle, although you can speak the dialect of our hometown here, where are you from?" When I heard that, my face was covered with a wry smile and I was deeply touched. I've been gone for so many years that people in my hometown don't know me!
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