Willow branches are not inferior, and their eyes are pleasing to the eye. They are lingering, like graceful beauties, swinging their long hair.
A few swallows in the air drew beautiful arcs in the air, whispering as if dancing in a beautiful spring.
By the lake, people either go for a spring outing freely, or walk together, or several people walk together. Happiness is not easy. A scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is He Zhangzhi. He is thin, fair-skinned, wearing a hat, carrying a bag and walking briskly. He saw the filar silk wicker, and he thought, who cut it?
Oh ~! As a result, it was cut off by the spring breeze in February. The spring breeze in February is like a magic scissors, cutting willow leaves so beautifully ~ how happy the spring of the motherland is ~ ~! !