Poetry about the swing of spring

Jade girl tied the rope tightly, and the wind floated lightly in the air. Both of them were panting, screaming and showing their faces to each other. Business travelers scratch their cheeks and don't sell them, while monks scratch their heads and don't meditate. Spring grass and green flowers fly away, and the afterglow of dusk turns red.

Lv Qi by Sanren from Dongling. Swing in spring "(new rhyme).