The beginning of spring, standing before the window branches

Spring, standing the window branches/Yun put forth buds of cane plow years jade spring, standing the window branches, lean on shade dance that one Chinese rose, general ripples chardonnay wine in the morning light, surge of emotion drunk I splashing sound memory once, on the mountains of tender bamboo shoots MaoJian in drawing, ratcheting up the flowers blossoming, smile to fly into the rosy clouds from the sea of clouds,Dumping a grain of the heart wrong lonely, alone to grow one cavity warm idea to the calendar, melted snow and ice BaoZhan moist, and lang lang a mighty poem, call to dongfeng blossom to open XinCheng, spring warm arms round golden dream, vibrant set out from the window, sail along its Banks of the river in the heart in the picture/network

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