Oriole Language

In early spring, although the snow has melted and the flowers are holding their buds, it is still chilly. The wind is like a cold and sharp knife, scratching people's bodies, causing them to tremble. The morning sun is like water, mixed with tender green, flowing in the garden of the Sixth Palace in the East of the Forbidden City. Oriole is holding a hammer stick, and the small white ball draws a light arc like a swift, and falls into the hole.