Su Shi
This year, the east wind is cleverly tailored, and he is only waiting for your arrival.
If you have nothing to say about flowers, you should hate them for fear that they will not bloom next year.
Flowers in the rain
Su Shi
This year, I killed time in the deep courtyard, and spent the whole day in the east wind, swinging tea and smoking. But there are moss and grass, catkins and money. West of Wendao City, an ancient temple with a long corridor and a first-class garden. There are national wines and tianxiang dyes, and they are reserved for me. After the Qingming Festival, there is no place for residual red, and I shed tears before that. It's late in autumn, so give me one or something. High-level talk about chasing short-term scenery, clearly business is too busy. Why don't you keep it and send it next year?