Just after riding near Meili, a sail came from Ouxi. Boshan furnace was not completely destroyed.
In May, the wheat in the south of the Yangtze River is thin, and there is light rain in Huangmei season. Watch the swallow teach the chicken to fly.
The east wind is thin and bad, it rains at night, and the courtyard is still morning. Affectionate past Cui Lang, should sigh last year's appearance. When the curtain first rolled up, I lost it early, painting a beam and living a swallow. The most charming and clearest cry of Xiaoying, one still flew away trembling.
The double swallow returns, and the good scenery fades away. The east wind is precious and the eyebrows are bent, and the grass and green waves are boundless, only separated by distant mountains.