The rain is drenched in the mountains and green, the frogs are chirping, the flowers are mighty and the spring breeze is exhausted, and the white clouds are deep in the shallow summer.
Valley rain, the last solar term of spring, rain gives birth to a hundred grains, and everything can be expected. The past is getting farther and farther away, and the shallow summer is getting closer.
The world is amorous and rainy, and the red dust dreams are deep and the years are shallow. This amorous rain, just by coincidence, coincides with the wine waking up flowers all over the ground, and the remnants of the flowers cry and want to say goodbye to spring. One turn, the summer solstice has not arrived, and the valley rain comes first.
Perhaps in this life, we are all walking in the poetry of the season, or making tea in spring water, or listening to the rain in summer. I have seen the flowers fall into the green city, and the time will be buried in the remnants of spring again.
Gu Yu is a fate, Gu Yu is a love, for the verdant leaves, with lovesickness and melancholy, low eyebrows into the field, the spring scenery is boundless.
Two or three breezes, seven or eight drizzles, a trip to the spring, a trip to the moon. The spring breeze is ten miles, the grass and trees are deep, every flower is looking for a way back, and every drop of rain is taking root.
In Gu Yu's dictionary, the pages of the book are fragrant, and the cloud shadows of the distant mountains say early summer. It is difficult to stay in spring with flowing water, and the moonlight is shallow in early summer.
Stranding the past, forgetting the years, getting drunk with a valley rain and amorous, dreaming of a past life lovesickness. If the floating life leaves a glass of wine, why should the red dust fall into the dust?
The grass is dark, and the small window is warm. The grass trail is secluded, and the smoke is accompanied by the sunset. If poetry is like painting, like people and immortals. There is always a tree of smoke and haze, which is pleasing to the eye.
Gu rain, a spring breeze, a curtain of spring water, with the mountains, drunk with the lake. Plain and graceful, quiet and elegant. Pillow thousand-year-old love silk, leave a quiet time.
Gu Yu, may you have more love in your time, and may you have no sorrow when the grain takes root. A valley of rain a year, drizzle and spring.