Qilu · A trip to Houhai
The branches sway and swallows are cut in the spring breeze,
The forest waves in Houhai bathe in the sunshine.
The willows on the bank are whispering sweetly,
The sound of laughter on the Hengtang is melting.
She is handsome in red clothes and leaning on the railing.
The camera looks handsome.
The fun of traveling is exhausted with slow steps,
Long thoughts are in my eyes