Jiashu
There is a beautiful tree in the north, where red birds live. Fragrant and strange trees, lush green branches.
Winter is nine degrees cold, and I question it every year. Why is spring so late?
There are beautiful trees in the north, surrounded by phoenixes. Fragrant and exotic trees, lush greenery blocking out the sun.
I know my homeland from afar, and the drizzle is like silk. Paintings are made in the Japanese style, and beautiful things become poems.
There are good trees in the north, and beauties take care of them. Fragrant and wonderful trees, providing shade all year round.
The beautiful jade hesitates, but the rainbow is full of ambition. When the pen is written, the swan flutters its wings.