Confused Youth Is Beautiful

Bu Chan Palace (Liuchun) Dongjun, please don't send the spring back, and you can't find a place to teach the fine silk. The delicate oriole's voice is the most affectionate, and it dances in front of the wind with its spring purple swallow in its mouth. The small building looks across the Tianya Road, and the drizzle is about to weave, how sad is it? Staying in spring is only for the alliance of sea and mountains, and Angelica and Lienli trees are together. Lyricist: Zi Zaifei Hua Meng Zhongke Spring March. The willow leaves on the roadside are all green, and the long branches hang low like green curtains, swaying slightly in the breeze. It seems like Xi Shi is washing her hair by the Huansha River, or like a pregnant girl, brewing a dream. There are beautiful spring scenes everywhere, with flowers blooming in the sun, willows gathering in the smoke, orioles vying for warmth in the trees, and purple swallows pecking at the spring mud. Shiya couldn't help but stop and look up at the sky. She most likes to see such a clear sky, so refreshing blue, so pure white, without any impurities. The sun hides behind a big white cloud, plating it with a brilliant golden edge. Is it playing hide and seek with the wind? Somehow, she suddenly remembered an English proverb: "Every cloud has a silver lining." Then she immediately thought that this sentence didn't seem to match the current situation! She stuck out her tongue at herself, feeling very happy. At fifteen years old, she is still like a little girl mentally and doesn't seem to know what trouble is.