If I were a painter, I would use all kinds of colors to show their kind eyebrows and their figures at their desks.
If I were a composer, I would use notes to convey their care and patient explanation.
If I were a sculptor, I would simulate the shape of their vibrant three-foot platform on jade.
Although the fireworks are charming, the wanderer looks up to protect Suirei. Listen to the purple flute like dancing, sleep mangrove like jade. Because it hurts the muscles and bones, it is a spirit of remembering pine age. All day, the spring breeze can't move, and the stars are shining.