Looking for spring all day long, but not seeing spring, straw sandals break the ridge.
When I came back, I smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches.
Three hundred Buddhist poems by eminent monks;
Looking for spring all the time, I can't see it, and there are clouds on my shoes. When I came back, I smiled and smelled plum blossoms. Spring has come to the branches.
There should also be a modern poem by Xu Sheng:
"Flowers fall in bloom and gather in the evening": I have been looking for spring all day, but my sandals have broken through the clouds. It's a little cold in hot summer.