You are a cloud in the early morning of April, and the wind is soft at dusk.

In April, plums are beautiful. Dreams of mountains and rivers, late spring on earth.

In April, you accompany me to watch the sunset reflecting the boat; There's plenty of time. I'll watch the long stream with you.

April's heart is like a light rain that cannot be caught off guard. It fell from the clouds and became spring.

Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with? Sui dike dissolves in water in April.

In spring and April, fireworks are like the sea, and the wind and moon sing praises to the spring and autumn.

The March wind didn't blow away the smog, so let the April sunshine spread all over the earth.

We don't celebrate fireworks in March, but walk into wheatgrass in April.

In April, Fang Fei only smells the flowers and races against time.

April's style remains the same: frosted flowers and lyrical wings.

Everything grows, you are the morning sun in April, like the reflection of a ghost.

The evening breeze in April is the beginning of a midsummer night. Not arrogant and impetuous, warm as a dream.

Your duty is to level the land, not to worry about time. What you did in March and April will be answered in August and September.

Since April, the forest is fragrant, it has been raining for a long afternoon, and the golden setting sun shines. This is a brand-new moment.

I miss you in April and always watch cherry blossoms in Lu Yu.