In the spring of March, walking around the campus, the breath of spring comes to my face, and ancient poems come to my mind. ...

1, two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky. 2, Jasper dressed as a tree, thousands of strands of moss tapestry hanging down. My road twists and turns through a valley covered by branches and flowers, and comes to a Buddhist retreat. 4, good rain knows the season, when spring happens. 5、 。 . . 6、