Spring red decorates the branches, orioles sing and smoke willows, and Yonghe takes a boat trip for three days.
The peach blossoms are blooming, the clear and shallow stream is in the middle of the stream, and people are looking for paintings.
At dawn, the apricot rain has passed, the poplar forest is crossing the river, and the leisurely clouds are playing the piano.
The carriages are dusty and the horses are resting, the birds are chirping quietly, and the poems and wines are flowing through the years.