Deep alleys sell apricot flowers in spring,
Spring breeze and willow trees all over the world are green.
Spring rain moistens things silently,
Looking at the sky, buds are spitting in the street.
(Remarks: This poem uses the following famous sentence: "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers." "The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green", "But I still remember that night, that storm", "The rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the color of the grass is close." )