On strangers, I am flying,
Rhododendrons crowed among the rhododendrons.
Things can't go back at the end of the year,
Who is complaining about the moon and who is worrying about smoke?
Plum rain is fine and the breeze is weak.
The man leaning against the building wants to touch his clothes.
The old garden bloomed three times,
Manqian Tianya still doesn't go home.
On Wang Wan from Zu Yong Zheng
There is Zheng in the virtual room, but Zheng in the first day is clear. Strings are tortuous, and columns promote clear language.
Xiao Yuning has countless hands and charming spring scenery. It's the only fun recently, and it spreads beautifully.