Your Majesty is still young, and we are picking weeds together.
The wind wants to warm, and the pistil is beginning to bloom.
Ask Liren, how old are the four seasons in the mountains?
When you first got married, you picked weeds alone.
The dew is still sparse, the leaves are already green,
I asked Zheng, where can I look at the countryside where there are dry trees and luxuriant trees...
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