1, until the bank at low tide widens and there is no wind to stir my lonely sail.
Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows become songbirds.
3, I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery.
4. On a road stretching to the white clouds, beside a spring stretching to the bluest river.
5, the sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and the birds fly.
6, iron cows run everywhere, everyone laughs, sweet comes from bitterness, and red flowers bloom every year.
On the 7th, Qian Fan and Wan Muchun were in front of the sick tree beside the sunken ship.
8. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.