1, rape flower

From south to north, it is yellow.

From west to east, it is yellow.

With the spring breeze blowing,

Like a golden ocean

The waves are getting higher and higher.

I like to wander in my mother's arms

2. Peach blossom degree

Every time I open the window,

look around

You always open your mouth.

Sing loudly

I saw you pick up the pink horn and ask you.

Blow out a touching song

It seems to be telling something happily.

I thought about it for a long time.

oh

So you're telling people that spring is coming.

Step 3 leave

February and March

The leaves are green.

May and June

The leaves are thick and thick.

Slam down

Into a faint answer.

When was that?

4. bougainvillea under the sunshine rock

[Modern Shuting]

This is a noisy waterfall.

Wearing a lonely stone wall

The most limited nutrition

But gave the richest self.

This is a luxurious gazebo umbrella.

Shelter the wild from the wind and rain

The colder the place.

The wilder and more beautiful.

No matter the wall or the roadside.

Ignoring the grass slope and stone cracks

As long as there is sunshine all year round.

spring,summer,autumn and winter

It's all your flowering period

Oh, you're looking up

You're the one who bowed his head.

Close your eyes.

Even in a foreign land.

Just remember

Bougainvillea under the sunshine rock

Eyes tender as a dream.

Heart, I don't know whether it is sad or happy.

5.Metasequoia glyptostroboides

Shu ting

The water is very cold

calmly

Let the confused clouds follow the clouds.

overlie

sincere

sunset

Outline mottled scales

Go to the shady bay

Light-carrying

Is it a hand that can bounce every time?

Autumn is getting stronger.

There is heaven and water.

Go your own way, but there are many solutions.

Insomnia that night.

Tossing and turning can't escape your long glance.

through the years

I trip over this string every day.

every day

On the picture of your ignorance.

Wake up

Go to sleep.

Until my feet are cold again.

Shui Yi

A warm little southerly wind pierced the stick.

white butterfly

You call me gardenia

know nothing at all

You once had a Metasequoia name.

And the season when the backlight fades.

I won't talk about it.

I don't have to say I'm one of your kind.

In an instant.

White secrets have infiltrated you.

When I sigh

Suddenly reach out your hand and wither.