Qingming

There is already a breath of summer in the afternoon sunshine. Ripe apricots are dotted among the lush green leaves, filling the yard with the joy of harvest. He picked up a pen and lit a half-open red apricot on the temple of the person in the painting, and the beauty under the window turned around shyly. Youqian slowly opened his eyes and saw the half-worn bed tent in the prefect's bedroom. Conception: