Wipe some green shoots.
Banyicha Maojian tea
silent
Boarding village head
Wake rhododendron
Holding a swallow like a song
That's the spring wind.
Blue sky
Bring awakening greetings
It's slightly drunk rain.
Fall on the pattering bluestone board
brick by brick
Slow down memory
Like a long-lost old song
Sing in your heart
Plants in the field
Quietly warmed the wind.
As beautiful as a painting
Don't ask cool thin
be
spring breeze
I've been here.
Live there.
Never leave
On the branches of spring
Gone with the wind