Poetry in spring

Qinyuanchun Primitive spring map

Text/Yingcheng

The red sun is delayed, the purple gas is lingering, and everything is revived.

Gradually, the wind gets warmer and the ice gets old; Yunjin makes Shu Tian moist.

Flowers are fragrant, thousands of butterflies absorb green, and a stream is amazing in spring.

The branches are noisy, another pool of gulls and herons, and a few fish wipe themselves.

Looking for incense and enjoying the West Lake. Get together and go hiking.

Look at the snow in Lingnan, the pool is beautiful; The dangerous peak is beautiful, and the willow spits silk beads.

Jade belt inlaid embankment, golden toad announced dawn, this is an ancient capital full of struggle.

Beautiful mountains and rivers, chanting long scrolls, aiming at the journey.