On a spring night, a banquet at the Weiming Mansion brings out the word spring
King Luo Bin
Drinking osmanthus and pottery on a fragrant night, with snowflakes on the wind and howling in the wind.
The elegant piano tames the Lu pheasant, and the clear song falls into the dust.
The clouds are low and the sky is covered with clouds, and the waning moon is above the empty wheel.
Fortunately, thanks to this kindness, we can talk about spring in my hometown.