Sending incense in the snow knows that there are plum blossoms, and the wind and rain are still red. If you want to explore plum pits, why not sprinkle clean iron bars on the moon after dusk, floating and rippling?
In the fifth year, Wen Tianlou painted beginning of spring, and Xue Hongxuan wrote an ancient poem.
(Unfortunately, the signature is not easy to confirm)