The flowers are getting late in the cold spring in Wu, and I come to pick incense all the way back to the north.
The green hides the city, the fragrance blows on the wine, and the light mist disperses the rain in the cold dusk. Falling tea mushroom flower pieces damage the spring marks.
Moisten the greasy shengxiao, and the warm laughter after spring. The door to drunkenness is not locked deeper. The song of the advance guard keeps the desire to return to the clouds.
The tea plant does not compete for the spring, and it blooms late in loneliness.
Spring comes to an end.
Thank you for the rest of the year. There are no more flowery pieces to decorate the branches.
There is a delicate fragrance wherever the breeze passes, and I know it is tea plant separated by a short wall. Seeing each other's hometown has become so lonely, who will return to the poetry alliance?
The mountain path is overcast and rainy, but the spring breeze has warmed but turned cold.
If the weather is unpredictable, we must protect the tea and peonies.
A bunch of plum powder fades away the remaining makeup, and paints the new red begonia.
The vine flowers are in full bloom, and thorns sprout from the berry wall.