A furnace of green flame, 3,000 weak water, green spring branches, agarwood and pure tender petals rhyme with Chun Qing. Whose poem?

At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, a cold current came to my mind and lit a cigarette around my soul, which moistened a reserved music tune, captured my inner feelings and endowed me with a beautiful picture of peach blossoms rippling in the lake. Green, leisurely in my heart, standing in a soft place, always fascinated by painting. God is idle and meditates, twisting a pinch of turquoise, and the green snail enters the purple sand. A furnace of green flame, 3,000 weak water, green spring branches, agarwood and pure tender petals rhyme with Chun Qing. Feeling that oral saliva is difficult to induce thirst; Smell, the jar is full of Leng Xiang and faint overflow; Lift it up, and a boiling smell makes the fragrance tide up. Swift into the water, the temperature into the deep, tea fragrance release spring, seven points of dust and water for three points of meditation.