秦时明月汉时关,唐时绿水宋时山。夜已深,风乖乖地在角落沉睡,留一份万籁俱寂。黑暗溶成一幅倾城的山水画,思绪如同放飞的鸽子,飞回故乡……春末夏初,一梦花香,蝶儿在翩翩起舞。一棵棵柠檬树在细雨朦胧中张扬,散发着一春的芬芳。所有盛开的心情都染上浓郁的香气。凑近一吸,沁入心脾的是清新的甜。纯白的花儿,在斜风细雨中好奇地伸出头打量,如同一个个身穿白衣的小精灵。 When Qin Shi Ming Yue Han Shi Guan, Tang Shi Song Shui Shi Shan. The night was already deep, and the wind was sleeping in the corner, leaving a dead silence. The darkness dissolves into a landscape painting of the Allure. His thoughts are like flying pigeons. He flies back to his hometown. In the late spring and early summer, he dreams of a flower and the butterfly dances. A lemon tree blooms in the drizzle and exudes a spring fragrance. All blooming moods are full of rich aromas. It is a fresh sweetness that comes close to a breath. Pure white flowers stretched their heads curiously in the drizzle, like elfs wearing white clothes.