Okay, I admit that I have the second grade disease, especially the second grade...
Accept this secondary article.
It's hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
The spring silkworm's silk will not be used up until it dies, and the wax torch will not dry until it turns to ashes.
The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night.
There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue bird is diligent in visiting.
Trees surround the village and ponds are filled with water. Leaning on the east wind, wandering happily.
The small garden is full of spring sunshine. There are red peach blossoms, white plum blossoms, and yellow apricot blossoms.
Far away from the wall, there is a thatched cottage. A bright green flag, beside the Liushui Bridge.
Occasionally, I walked through Donggang. The orioles are singing, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy.
Purpose: An inspirational article about the male protagonist