Warm in the sunshine of May,
It seems like heaven on earth,
The flowers in May are blooming all over the hills,
The flowing rhyme becomes green, and the greenness is in the heart.
The fallen city will no longer be desolate.
Drying an authentic heart,
It is just dripping water and clear.
Lonely travel,
Loneliness becomes a glass of sake flowing,
Who has catastrophized the spring and autumn of this life,
Who has experienced ups and downs Three thousand love networks,
Staring at the years,
Deep and shallow, the dim light of candlelight.
Baking in the sun tirelessly,
Under the shade of Sophora japonica, vegetation dreams.
The light rain wets the mind,
The shower wets the wings,
The buds in May,
What is needed The temperature can make the flowers fragrant.
Please tell me where the road is?
The Buddha said,
If the mind does not move, it will not hurt.
I said,
Half drunk, half awake and half alive,
One pair for every life.
Sleeping in a spring dream in an empty cabin,
In a moment, the pear blossoms fall into the mud in spring,
Guarding the ray of sunshine and fragrance,
The lake in my heart is wavering one after another,
I am typing on the keyboard, my fingertips are fragrant.