#聚光创作大赛#
The Seven Laws into the March Days
In the early morning, the fog and green mountains are hidden,
The sky is bright and bright.
The song of the little bird is no different,
The rooster crows a new chapter.
Yesterday in February, I left the village,
Today's three springs embrace the township.
The branches of the trees are emerald,
The scenery of life is ahead.
