Willows on the shore, smoke piled up in the distance, just like Yaochi. It's drizzling in March, and it's sunny, and the flowers are not under the umbrella, so I don't plan to stay in spring.

By the lake, willows hang low, and wisps of paper seem to be my thoughts. The distant island is like a fairyland floating on the island because of the cold transpiration, just like the Yaochi that day;

Make up for the drizzle, the spring breeze is still blowing, I am holding an oil-paper umbrella alone, and I want to keep this spring in front of the flowers, but I can't do anything!

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