Nanzhong trees are planted in the courtyard, and they grow new every year.
The ground has grown as it was before, and the spring of the old garden is blooming alone.
The sun shines into a canopy, and the wind scatters the brocade leaves.
Where the color is empty and the glory falls, the fragrance intoxicates the passers-by.
There are thousands of lamps everywhere, and every raindrop is fragrant.
If Gao Ke is Ji, he will have a good reason for crossing the sea.