Warm and strange, step by step.
Whose cauliflower is yellow and fragrant with the wind.
Liula draws a boat and moves the blue waves.
In spring, mulberry leaves are soft and heavy curtain green.
There is no sunny day in the month, and the sunset glow is hard to come by.
The drizzle weaves the sunset, and the mist permeates the light shirt.
Where laughter came, the water cooled with a sigh.
Because I have an appointment with Spring.