Bu Suanzi·Yong Mei
Author: Mao Zedong
Wind and rain send spring home, and flying snow welcomes spring.
The cliff is already covered with hundreds of feet of ice, but there are still beautiful flowers and branches.
Qiao doesn’t fight for spring, she only repays it.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the bush
Little plum blossoms in the mountain garden
Northern Song Dynasty? Lin Hejing
The flowers are shaking and falling alone Xuanyan, occupying the charming Xiaoyuan.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, while the white butterfly knows how to unite and break its soul.
Fortunately, we can have sex with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need for a sandalwood board or a gold bottle