A poem expressing gratitude

In spring, Zi Yuan is open, and Melanie Field in Shu Jing is open. The pavilion is light in color, concise and fluttering. The sun shines on the uneven shadow, and the wind is heavy and fragrant. Meeting needs a gentleman's discount, Perry Xiang.

Lan Re was born in spring and summer and flourished in. You are alone in the forest, and Zhu has purple stems. It's getting late, the autumn wind is blowing, and the age of China is declining. How can it smell fragrant?

A few cases in Russia are as light as the morale of fleeing. Looking at the autumn wind, it looks like the fragrance under the forest at that time.