Jing Chun Ci
The path in front of Zhuque Street is full of flowers,
The drunk spring hall was full of smiles.
The golden hairpin shakes the shadow of peach blossoms,
A spoonful of cheese flavor,
The spring light is condensed.
The wind carries the horses' hooves to the far post,
Who says being cold doesn't hurt feelings?
And break off the peony hairpins on your temples,
Don't ask about the future,
Enjoy the clear weather first.
