In the world of April, the flowers have withered, and the peach blossoms in the ancient temples have just bloomed.
There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
In April, there were few idle people in the countryside, and sericulture was planted in the fields.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.