The drizzle and slanting wind make the morning cold, and the light smoke and sparse willow trees make the beach beautiful. The journey into Huaiqingluo is gradually long. Snow foam and milk flowers float on the afternoon cup, and polygonum antler and artemisia bamboo shoots are served on the spring plate. The taste of the world is pure joy. This poem was written by Su Shi when he moved to Ruzhou four years after he was demoted to Huangzhou. Shen Qinghuan, Qinghuan comes from the last sentence of this poem.
Why am I saying this? I hope everyone will have a general impression of Shen Qinghuan when they read this copy. Just like what is said in the poem, winter is over and spring is coming, with drizzle and slanting wind, suddenly warm and cold, light smoke and sparse willow trees, the sun is shining brightly, the sky is bright, and the Luojian River is meandering forward. She is like a cup of tea made by Su Shi with snow foam and milky flowers floating on it. Such people do not necessarily have to stay away from the city and go into the mountains and refuse to eat the fireworks of the world. When facing social life, she does not have the excitement of plagiarism, does not try to flatter others, does not cater to others, and does not stand out.
Taste in the world is happiness, this is what I want to say.