In the warmth of spring in the apricot forest, the joy of the floating world is reflected in the light of a roll of grass-colored smoke.
The green hills of Taoyuan Village are as green as black. Niantang, a medical girl from the Su family, rescued a scholar in trouble while collecting medicine. The bitter medicinal fragrance of a handful of elderberries has been lingering for half a lifetime. He wrote all the strategies for mountains and rivers, but in the sound of her jade pestle pounding medicine, he understood that the most delicious thing in the world is happiness. She could have stayed in Yaolu to spend her passing years, but she broke the frost and snow on the road to the imperial examination for him. She used the silver needle as a sword and the benevolence as a shield to guard the smoke together.
From the scholar in green shirt to the prime minister in purple robe, he always remembered the pearl light on the girl's temples by the stream, and the lotus pattern on the mutton-fat jade pendant she treasured had long been filled with the fragrance of medicine. After seeing flowers all over Chang'an, we finally return to the fields hand in hand, picking wormwood in spring and harvesting chrysanthemums in autumn, simmering green plums in winter and listening to cicadas in summer. The temple is not as high as the thatched eaves and the eaves are low. How can the wealth and wealth be compared with the cup of angelica soup she handed over with her smiling eyes.
There is no need to ask about the future in this life, I only wish to:
Colorful phoenixes live in half an acre of medicinal fields, and mandarin ducks sleep in the misty rain of a river.
Green silk and white hair stay together forever, the taste of the world is ordinary.
