"The remaining peaches and plums are blooming before spring arrives. Who sends the east wind early? The cane and vines step on the remaining flowers. But they face the green shade of green trees, asking about the past. The distant clouds and water are clear and shallow. There is no frown on the eyebrows. Several bamboo poles are tilted horizontally. There are still small windows and red doors, like a farmer's house."
Since ancient times, beauties have been full of melancholy, and when they meet a close friend, they will always frown.