Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand tapestries covered with green silk,
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Travel in the mountains
Don Dumu
The stone road winds to the cliff in the distance.
Where there are some white clouds, you can see some households.
I stopped the carriage and was fascinated by Fenglin.
Frosted leaves are redder than flowers in February.