Spring is almost over, why do you still miss your hometown? Comb your hair when you are sick, as long as your hair. Swallows on the beams are whispering every day. When the breeze blows, the room is filled with the fragrance of wild roses.
This poem, contrary to the writing techniques of most poems, adopts elegant and slender expression. A rare allusion does not describe and describe the scene of late spring by line drawing. It just shows the author's homesickness when he lives in a foreign land and is worried about getting sick.