Beautiful poems in April

1. In April, the beauty of the world is exhausted, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple.

I want to find a place where my life is dying, but I don't know that it has been moved here.

2. The mountains are green and the mountains are white, and the rain is like smoke in the rules of sound and sound.

In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.

3. When the spring wind is still swaying the wind chimes in April, the peach blossoms have been stolen from her by time, and those charming March have turned into a green ocean among the graceful willows.

It's sunny and rainy in April, and Nanshan turns bright.

There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun.

5, July filariasis, September clothes.

The first day I was fat, the next day I was fierce.

No clothes, no brown, why did you die?

On the third and fourth day, I stood on tiptoe.

With my daughter-in-law, we are very happy to see each other in the south.

Fire is full in July, and clothes are delivered in September.

In spring, the sun shines and Amin is in the sky.

The woman followed with a basket, begging for soft mulberry.

Spring came and Qi Qi was adopted.

The woman was so sad that she almost took her son home.

Fire is full in July and reeds are full in August.

Silkworm, moon, mulberry, take the axe.

I'm afraid of mulberry if I want to cut far and wide.

Singing in July, achievement in August.

Xuan zai Huang, I, for the childe petticoats.

Beautiful in April, singing in May.

Harvest in August and crush in October.

A day to raccoon, fox, for the child.

The next day, they were still the same, carrying martial arts and saying private words for the public.

In May, geese move, and in June, pheasants vibrate.

I was outdoors in July, at home in August and September, and crickets came under my bed in October.

The dome suffocated the mice and stuffed them into the door.

Hey, my wife, she said she wanted to change her age and entered this room.

In June, food is depressed and stinging, in July, anemones and stingrays.

Peel dates in August and get rice in October.

To this end, spring wine, with the help of eyebrows.

Eat melons in July, break pots in August, and eat our farmers in September.

Nursery will be built in September and crops will be harvested in October.

The millet is heavy, and the grass is shelled.

Well, I am a farmer. Because I have the same crops, I went to work in the palace.

The day is in the grass and the night is in the rope.

I was so anxious to hitch a ride in the house that I began to broadcast Baigu.

The next day, I cut the ice and rushed, and on the third day, Lingyin was satisfied.