After waiting for many years, what do you get?
Master, don't worry, the fragrance is still the same. . .
Willows are softened by silk threads,
The wisps of smoke weave into sorrow.
Begonias have not yet rained, pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring is gone.
Now it is difficult to wake up from the past,
Returning to dream around the Qin Tower.
Acacia is only on the lilac branches and the cardamom tips.