Warm spring wind, smoke light willow green.
The morning sun returns to the swallow, the clouds and the sky are clear.
The mountains are clear and the kingfishers are singing, and a hundred flowers are blooming fragrant belly tower.
Where Fanghua can be junyi, poetry and wine are nameless to be far away.
Looking back, it was like winter.
Once it was hard, it was very touching.
Worried about autumn and winter, looking at each other has been tired of laughing and difficult to harvest.
Where to find a hiding place, also with the spring dream to keep the shadow.