1 Mei's story
The gates are closed and the plum blossoms in the courtyard are in full bloom;
The only red color can't stop the flying heart;
Sunshine is outside, you are in my heart,
Petals can't fly over the city wall, they can only float in the courtyard;
Singing songs spotlessly and drinking the wind;
Walking alone in the snow,
When grazing, white hair is all over the sky;
The empty city disappears, and your anecdote hangs on that arc;
For you, plum missed a round;
Jade bird magic guide, there is no way to go back to your old age;
Silence is not a feeling when the late bell calls the bluebird;
A spring and autumn dream, your future belongs to the color of snow.
2. May's story
A teenager is playing a bamboo solo and a flute is playing.
Flying in the light snow, snowflakes dancing, flute ringing;
Mountain streams, happy with the wind, follow the footsteps of snowflakes,
Dance gently and play the guzheng without strings.
The voice of nature, flying into the flowers,
Like a quiet woman, waiting for a dance in the snow,
The petals are crimson, and the dots are spring.
Bit by bit, like a dream, ups and downs,
Into the painting screen, flowers in the snow,
Lingering in a clear and pure kiss,
Qian Shan is light and soft, while Qian Shan is drunk.
Flowers bloom and fall, bamboo flute is as light as a dream,
A bosom friend is hard to find in the mountains, and flowers with snow will never wake up.
3. Plum blossom rain
Following a wisp of fragrance, I came to the plum blossom tree to look for long-lost tea.
There is a slim woman standing beside the lotus pond.
Her hair is pink and her arms are pipa. Isn't that plum blossom rain?
I saw her looking thoughtfully into the distance. What is she doing? Who is she thinking about?