On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?
A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time.
Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
My favorite poem ...