That’s about it for these poems
The fragrance is like peony, the green leaves are like moss
The shadows of the peach trees are shallow, and the fragrance spreads across the plum path slanting
Who breaks the incense to ward off evil spirits, and flies into the clouds like butterflies
The strong fragrance covers the sky, who cuts the broken leaves
There is no other national incense that cannot be harvested, the poet smokes it into the water< /p>
Jasmine, jasmine and roses are as fragrant as snow plums
A kind of rich fragrance accompanies travelers, and they should only thank the roses