When those red berries come in spring, as a symbol of our love.
Ode to lovers through the ages, obsessed with seeing things.
Generation after generation, love will never change.
Literati write poems and praise, and literati fill in the words.
Second, I'm confused.
Ding Bai cooks porridge with red beans.
Why is this thing lovesick?
I know I can fill my stomach with sugar, My Sweetie.
You can make stuffing or make zongzi.
The ancients were so bored that they wrote poems to praise them.