Love is deep in spring

The spring breeze blows gently across the land of the South, the trees grow green leaves, the flowers bloom, the lake ripples, the sky is blue, the white clouds float, the sun shines brightly, sprinkling to the world, the whole world is warm and bright.

The south of winter, falling from time to time cold rain, winter wind blowing, a cold head on. Those women in a hurry, can not help but wrap their coats. Winter is not bad, the scenery is very beautiful, ice bars hung on the branches, the world dazzling white.

Rain, the wind into the night, moistening things silently. And I think, the spring breeze is alive, a drop, two drops, gently fall on the leaves, let the leaves emit green luster. Spring rain, kiss flowers, make flowers more beautiful. The spring rain painted on the lake with its fingertips and made poems in the woman's heart.

Spring time is a warm day. The sun, smiling at us, we stretch out our hands, let the light through the fingertips, to a warm dialogue.

In spring, mango flowers are dazzling open, one after another, clusters, smiling on the branches. Bauhinia flower is also in full swing, like a bunch of purple flame, burning enchanting and brilliant.

Spring, is my favorite season, full of color, everything is so vibrant. Walking in the long avenue, looked up at the sky, can not help smiling toward the sun.

Spring breeze is the most gentle wind of the four seasons. When I am IN misty rain, wearing a purple skirt, stepping on high heels, the wind gently blows my hair, as if I love you gently comb my hair.

In the spring, the boundless blue, like your broad mind, let me rely on, let me act like a pettish, let me find the arms can rely on in the rolling red dust.

In the spring rain, I like a pink peach blossom, although I do not have the appearance of the city, there is no strong Hanmei, no elegant summer bamboo, no Qiuju appearance, but my heart is pink, gentle dance in your arms, only in your tears, I see you to my thousands of times love, all the way to cherish.

Spring, is the season of outing. I spend happy, beautiful days with you in the clouds. Young heart flying, you are the wind, I am the sand, smell the end of the world. We planted peach blossom, you and I set the oath of three lives, only heaven and earth, and dare to Jun must. The dandelion is as tough as silk, and the rock does not change.

Spring is the season of love. Water cloud good mountain good water good scenery. With the cloud, and flowers as 怑, enjoying the beautiful spring scenery, painting and poetry in the bead curtain of rain in the spring drizzle weave a better future.

Love is deep in spring. Dare to love, this is the age of freedom; Deep love, do not live up to this beautiful season, this beautiful scenery, do not miss such a good time.

Love is deep in spring. How many times in heaven and earth? Our youth should be described with enthusiasm, do not forget the original intention. Love the wind, love the rain, love the sun, love the spring flowers, love the blue sky, do not abandon each other, pay for love, let us sing the songs of spring, hand in hand, travel all over the world, visit the editor spring, song all over the clouds and the month.

Spring has deep love deep love with you I embrace spring let everything flourish!