(Tang) Yao He
Stay drunk for half a year, wait for the flowers to bloom, and return to Spring Festival travel rush at dawn. The wind is warm and slow, looking for curved water,
The sun is shining, and it stands tall from a distance. I also know that there is no place to invite poems, but I still have to urge the wine in the end.
Today, all wickers are colored, and tourists accompany them to watch spring.