There are flowers on the desert eaves and willows in front of the courtyard. Drunk and drowsy, he suddenly saw Yu scratching his head. Get up, knock on the bamboo, and write to relieve your worries. Just paint, the mountains are high, the water is far away, the boat is small. Just describe it, the singing house and the dancing pavilion are all romantic. But I don't know when spring will come, but I don't remember the eyes of old friends. I hope spring comes home, do you know? The sky is clear and the rain is clear, where is the orchid boat? Waiting for the peach to be red, waiting for the grass to be green, waiting for the orioles to fly, waiting for the depth of spring. When you return, don't let your hair grow gray.