Poems describing February

The scenery in Linjiang County in February is like wine.

The scenery in February is like wine, and the small building is wet and green. Liuli Bi reflects the mountain peaks. He also brought a gold chisel to admire the brocade cage. After a month's stay, the flower will be soft and tender. No, Rao Huilan turned to the light wind. The red diaphragm is elegant, and the green curtain protects the fragrance cluster.

Hua Lian's spring outing in February must be wonderful.

The spring outing in February must be wonderful. Watching flowers by candlelight is only for a short morning. Hold high the wax salary and stay up until evening. The red light went up for a long time. I usually send messages to accompany you to travel. Don't divide the yin, win or lose this paragraph. Don't turn off the light back to the yard in a hurry. Diligence is more like peach blossom.

Fisherman's pride, spring ploughing in February, Changxing rice

In February, spring ploughing is rich in apricots. Hundreds of flowers are the first to open. Only begonia pear is the first. A deep and shallow blow. Born pink is really unparalleled. The whitewashed building returned to the Bird's Nest. Both paragraphs have pity for flying B. Stay here and get drunk to welcome the dawn. The golden lamp is full of color. But I'm worried about the wind and rain.

Fisherman's pride, December, Yan Ning, heaven and earth together.

It is freezing in December. Don't think there are no flowers on the terrace. Only wine can deceive snow. Increase heroism. Teach your ears to sing and dance. Only a few people in Gansu ride on carved saddles. Hunt half in the new frost. First frost drums can't stand the cold. A thousand fingers. A wild goose coldly landed in front of the horse.

Fisherman's pride, I'm halfway through the spring of February.

I'm halfway through the spring in February. Spring scenery by the river is still short. It's sunny and sunny. Deep in the hospital. The real bead curtain flies first. Gradually feel lazy. Wine invades the face. Nowhere to spend a little leisure. Keep pulling. The tulle drifted away with the wind.