Spring is late and the flowers and trees are luxuriant. Cang Geng chops and chops, and picks Qi Qi.
The clear breeze from Mu Mu blows my clothes. The green robe is like spring grass, the grass is long and windy.
Budze in spring brings brilliance to all things.
There are many beautiful flowers in the spring forest and many sad birds in spring. The spring breeze is sentimental again, blowing my clothes into bloom.
Spring grass grows in the pond, and garden willows turn into songbirds.
Clouds rise out of the sea, and plum blossoms and willows cross the river in spring. Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to the green apple.
The solemn tidbits are late, and the feathers are light.
The day is long and the male bird is alone, and the spring is far away alone.