2, from a distance, I know it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance.
3, the spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves to be clear and soft. The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Sweet, they pressed on the ancient highway and reached the crumbling gate. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.