The night is quiet, the spring rain is moist and silent, and the spring wind gently cuts the roots and buds.
Swallows fly away, mandarin ducks sleep, and spring birds sing all over the world.
Others will give up on fame and fortune, while I will live a life of poetry, wine and tea.
People are lazy and ask about the spring water, but they don't know where there are fallen flowers.
This is a work by the author who practiced writing, and may be updated at an uncertain date.