作者  欧阳和华

一转眼春风将去，夏风徐徐吹来，我们徜徉在轻轻地闲静的时光里，梦想着兰亭如画的昨日重现，在一首琴音里曼妙婆娑起舞。

书药难寻春日梦，人生难得知己人，乡情未知思乡梦，枯草最怕黄转绿，春风一过夏重生。

春风不走梦不醒，日月轮回夏有情，引得千树万树梨花开，银岭山顶紫金开，咉红紫色半边天，觅鸟鸣叫添心怡，槐花品品乐开花。

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At the end of the spring breeze

Author Ouyang Hehua

In the blink of an eye, the spring breeze is about to pass, and the summer breeze is slowly blowing. We stroll in the gentle and quiet time, dreaming of the picturesque reappearance of yesterday in the Orchid Pavilion, dancing gracefully in a melody.

It is difficult to find spring dreams with books and medicine, it is rare to have a close friend in life, the nostalgia for hometown is unknown, the withered grass is most afraid of turning yellow to green, and the spring breeze is reborn after summer.

The spring breeze never leaves, the dreams never wake up, the cycle of the sun and the moon, the love of

summer, attracts thousands of trees and pear blossoms, the purple gold on the top of the Yinling Mountain opens, the red purple half of the sky, the chirping of birds calls for joy, and the taste of locust blossoms is joyful.